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“How dare you threaten and talk to me like this. I don’t deserve it.” She has the audacity to look appalled. “I’ve sacrificed so much for you. Do you know I had a perfect body until you came along?” She waves her hand up and down her body. I ignore her because I’ve heard this too many times. Poor Stormy has been called fat by our own mother because she has curves.
“Ready, Daddy,” my son says as he moves toward me, trying to get hisPaw Patrolbackpack on. I squat down and help him into it, then lift him up into my arms.
“You can’t take my grandson from me.” She doesn’t stop, she thinks she can manipulate my son.
“Ryder, go outside.” I set him down. He doesn’t question but does as I ask. I watch to make sure he’s standing beside the truck.
“Thad, please let him stay,” my father begs. He really wants to spend time with Ryder, but my mother doesn’t. He’s a nuisance to her most days. He gets in her way and is a reminder that she is getting old. She doesn’t want anyone to know she’s a grandma and doesn’t let Ryder call her that. He calls her G-ma.
A sick thought almost makes me curl over in pain. What if Scout’s daughter is mine?
“Dad, this is for the best.” I almost choke as I try to wrap my head around the thought of Skyler being mine. I haven’t seen her up close, so I don’t know. If I think about the math, it could be true. But would Scout have kept my daughter from me? I step outside and off the porch. I turn back to see my mother standing in the doorway and it hits me. She would if my mother had convinced her to.
I help Ryder up into his car seat and buckle him in. I try not to let this train of thought continue.
* * *
Later, as I make sure the blackout curtains cover the window so I can get some rest, I lie in bed and the kiss comes back to me. I look up at the ceiling of the cabin that was a dream of hers and mine to one day have. I might’ve pushed her out of my life, but she was always there. It’s not in Ptarmigan Falls, but I’m close in the Goldstream Valley on a ridge looking out clear to the north. And that kiss still keeps playing in my mind.
Her perfect lips that I haven’t sipped from in years can still make me feel like I’m free falling to earth. The first time I had to do a jump in the military it was the same feeling I got when I kissed Scout.
The thought of her sexy mouth with that full bottom lip wrapped around my cock has me hard as a rock. I just jerked off in the shower thinking about her. I roll over and try to think of anything else to get control of myself.
“Thad, just like that.” Scout sighs in my ear. My cock is buried deep in her. I can feel everything. Every ripple, every spasm that she has. I reach up her back and grab her shoulder. My fingers wrap over the top and I pull her down harder onto my cock as she rides me in the front of her father’s classic pickup. He’d have my balls if he knew what we were doing.
Scout rocks her hips and her clit rubs against me. Her head falls back, and I lean forward and bite along her neck. Her beautiful skin is flushed as she gets ready to orgasm.
“Sunshine, come on my cock,” I growl as she lifts up and drops back down.
I pull her down harder and she blasts apart. Her body locking up around my cock. She cries out and I’m on the edge. I pull her up and down on me as I tunnel through her tightness. It feels like she’s going to break my cock off, she’s so tight, but I don’t stop. When I finally come, I’m so deep inside her it feels like her cervix is right there and that’s when realization hits me. We forgot a condom. I pull her up and off fast, but I’ve already started coming inside her.
“Fuck, Sunshine, I’m so sorry. I just needed in you so bad.” I lean my forehead against hers as we both get our breathing under control. “You know I love you and if something comes from this, I’ll make it right.” I lean in and kiss her deeply, taking her mouth so hard I know I’m going to bruise her lips.
When I finally pull away, she’s smiling at me. “I love you too, Thad, and I know. It should be okay though.”
I come awake and find myself covered in cum like a fucking teenager. I get out of bed to clean myself up. The dream, the memory, still lingers in my mind. Now that the seed has been planted, I wonder.
FIVE
SCOUT
The bike rumbles between my legs, not helping the state of my body. I was bad before, but since that kiss last night it’s been much worse. I woke up orgasming at a memory from the last time he made love to me in my father’s truck. The night we conceived Sky.
I need to get my head around this shit. We have a run tonight. I head into Fairbanks to grab some supplies. I pull into the area the locals call Little Anchorage because of the big box stores and the look of actual Anchorage. I could have driven my truck, but I needed the feel of my bike.
I have a couple of them now. When I first prospected, I had this classic Indian Scout that I’ve since completely restored. I got the bike because an old man took pity on me. He knew I wanted and needed a bike and knew I would love it more than his nephew. I’ve loved it so much and worked hard to make it what it is now. The leather seat cups my ass perfectly. Other than the paint job, it was the most expensive thing I redid. I wanted the brown leather to look just like it would have originally, but I also wanted it to be comfortable. A girl’s ass isn’t like a guy’s. So, it took some time and money.
People move around me in the hardware store and do a double take when they see me. I’m used to my cut causing a stir, but this is completely different. Some of them grew up here and know who I am. I was notorious when I cheated on the mayor’s son. Well, that was the rumor at least. I had asked River to help perpetuate it more because I didn’t want his family to know otherwise after what his mother did to me.
I take my items to the register and the clerk looks at me and my cut. When she looks me in the eye, I recognize her. She went to Lathrop too. I take a deep breath and pull my wallet from the inside of my heavy leather jacket. I flip it open and there sits the reason for everything. I move the ratty threadbare piece of paper aside and grab the bills I need in order to pay.
“Aren’t you Scout Keller?” the woman asks, and I huff as I nod.
“Last time I checked.” I’m waiting for her to say it.
“I’m sorry about your dad,” she says instead, and it takes me aback for a moment.
“Thank you.”
