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To make matters worse, you found out that the sexy, sweet, sad beauty you’d fucked like an animal wasn’t sweet or sad. She was a complete spoiled bitch. Which made a lot more sense because, seriously, a girl who looked and fucked like that one shouldn’t be in need of a ride ever. She should have a list of names a mile long to call.
Even with all the shit I now knew about her, my dick had still gotten hard minutes after getting off in her sister’s cunt.
I might be here all day, hitting the damn bag. The war of emotions inside my head wasn’t easing up. I was dating a woman who checked all the boxes for a perfect catch. The settling-down type. She had it all. The sex wasn’t great, sure, but did I expect married sex to be great? No. Even good sex would get boring after some time anyway. You couldn’t build a relationship on sex.
Yet every time I’d closed my eyes last night, it was the younger sister that I had seen. Naked, on her hands and knees, while I slammed my cock into her tight cunt. Her ass.
I shouted angrily as I hit the bag. Why couldn’t I let that memory go?! She wasn’t the only hot ass I’d fucked.
Dropping my arms, I stood there, breathing hard as Ozzy tilted his head, still watching me. “Be glad you’re neutered and not ruled by a tight pussy,” I told him, taking off the gloves and tossing them onto the weight bench.
Just three more weeks, and she’d be out of her sister’s house. I could stay busy and cut down on the time I saw Selena while she was there. Once Liberty left her house, we could go back to the regular pattern.
Unless Liberty told her. Which could happen. Although I’d fucked Liberty before I ever went on that first date with Selena. It might not matter to Selena though, and I couldn’t trust Liberty not to lie just to hurt her sister. From what Selena had told me, it sounded like something she might do.
I stalked over to my phone and picked it up. Selena hadn’t called, which was a good thing. She was one to face issues, not bury them. If she’d spoken to Liberty and found out I’d fucked her, then she’d have called me.
The worst that could happen was, she’d stop seeing me. I wouldn’t be heartbroken. I wasn’t in love. She was just something that might become something more. I liked the way we sounded even if the way I felt wasn’t deep.
Maybe I should just break it off. End this now.
Ozzy stood up and walked past me toward the stairs, ready to go back up. Sighing, I grabbed my towel and wiped the sweat from my face, then nodded at him to go on.
I would figure it out later. Right now, I had to call Micah, my vice president, and deal with shit that had gone down at one of our clubs in Miami last night. Toxic Throttle was our most popular location down there, and it got rowdy more often than not. Once club business was handled, I had to get to Devil’s and sign off on some bills.
If I kept myself distracted, then I wouldn’t have time to think about Liberty or Selena.
I stood on the driveway outside my house, waiting for Madeline’s Mercedes G-Wagon to come to a stop, then went to open the back seat door. My oldest grandson, Cree, beamed up at me, making all the bad shit melt away.
“Papa!” he shouted. “I came to see you!”
I started unbuckling him from his car seat. “And I’ve been waiting out here since your momma called and said you were headed this way. Come tell me all about this new horse I heard you got with your dad last week.”
His eyes went wide. “It’s big and black! I got me a cowboy hat, too, just like Dad’s.”
I lifted him from his seat and held him in my arms as he wrapped his little arms around me. Looking over his shoulder, I smiled at my daughter. She was older now than her mother had ever been, and there wasn’t a day I didn’t wish Etta could have seen her grow up. See her now. Know the boys.
“Thanks for this, Dad,” she said. “Fawn is keeping Eli for me. She’d happily keep them both, but Cree said he needed some Papa time.”
When he spotted Ozzy walking this way, he wiggled to get free, and I kissed his head and let him down. Those two were tight.
“No need to thank me. I need some Cree time myself, and you know Ozzy enjoys his attention. Where is Blaise taking you?”
She blushed, and it amazed me that after six years and two kids, those two still acted as if they’d just fallen in love. It wasn’t something you saw often, and knowing my daughter was worshipped by her husband made it easier to accept he was also the boss of the Southern Mafia. That had been a hard pill to swallow at first. But the man would kill an entire town before he allowed anything to hurt her or their boys. A father couldn’t ask for more than that.
“He won’t tell me. Just that he wants me to himself. He loves our boys, but he can be selfish with me at times. I don’t mind though,” she said, smiling. “Fawn is going to come pick him up tomorrow afternoon,” she said.
Fawn was Blaise’s stepmother. Once his father had married Fawn, he had stepped down as boss and handed the title and responsibility that came with it to Blaise.
“No rush. I cleared my schedule the moment you called,” I told her.
She narrowed her eyes. “How are things with the doctor?” she asked, then grinned.
I shrugged. Didn’t want to talk about that. I sure as hell couldn’t tell Madeline what I’d done. I wanted her to be proud of me.
“It’s good.”
“I want to meet her. Maybe I can have the both of you over for dinner one-night next week,” she said with a hopeful look in her eyes.
