When we walked through the doors of the diner, I stiffened, stopping dead in my tracks.
"What happened to just calling Frankie?" I whispered to Scott."I did call Frankie. I'm as surprised as you are," he said, just as his father and Frankie saw us.I instantly saw red. Something told me we were about to be ambushed. My instinct was to call my father, who could end all of this with one phone call. Of course, Don Angelo wasn't in the habit of giving something for nothing. And there was only one thing he wanted as far as I was concerned: me. No longer being daddy's little girl had its drawbacks.No sooner had we sat down opposite Frankie and Jeff than Jeff went off on Scott."You lied to me and left out important information concerning a potential homicide, including your connection to her," Jeff said, his voice low but angry.He said her like it was a slur. This must mean he knew who I was. This was a waste of time. Cops didn't help people like me. My senses wIf I died after waking up next to him that morning, it'd have been with a smile on my face. We hadn't been asleep for nearly long enough, so I didn't know what I was doing with my eyes open, but I just couldn't keep them off him. "Time to get ready. Shower's free," said Willow, her fist pounding on the bedroom door, bringing me back to my senses. "Be right out," I said, right before he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. "Loud. Sleeping here," he mumbled into my hair. "I guess I'll go and shower first," I whispered, lying perfectly still as his warmth enveloped me while he spooned me. "Now you're just being a tease. Like I'm going to miss that," he said, coming alive slowly, nuzzling my neck. "We'll shower soon." "There absolutely will be no we in that shower. I'm fucking sore all over. Have some shame," I chastised him. "Like you did
I sent her upstairs ahead of me so I could clean up after us and get my head on straight. Once was one thing, but I'd already fucked her four times tonight. We couldn't fuck all night here. She was just so good at getting into my head and making me hard when she got like this. That plus the relief and joy I felt after talking to her made it hard to think straight. "She's just a girl, Scott. It's just pussy. Women related to you can hear her, for fuck's sake. Grow a pair and tell her to fucking go to sleep," I said to myself as I stood in front of the door to my room twenty minutes later. When I opened the door, my big speech went out the window as I stared at her ass and gulped. "Shit," I said, my hand going down to my dick. Just as I thought, I was semi hard. Well fuck me, who wouldn't be? She was on all fours. I don't know how I made it to the bedside, but her breasts were dangling from her chest and my eyes were glue
After she rode my dick and got a second load of come in her pussy, I held her like I always did. When she started kissing me a few minutes later, I thought it was harmless as she was probably exhausted by now, so I let it happen. Only when she put my hand between her legs and guided my fingers in her come soaked pussy did I speak. "What's happening?" I asked against her lips, slowly fingering her pussy. "This is called fucking, Scott," she sassed me, her hand grabbing my sensitive soft dick. "Baby you're exhausted and you've already been fucked three times tonight," I protested, but my fingers didn't leave her pussy anymore than hers stopped working my dick. I kept telling myself how innocent it all was. That she couldn't possibly want more than to fool around a little. Until her sultry voice said, "That's hardly anything. You didn't stop touching me in that hotel room" and she kissed her way down my bod
"You're my whore, my princess, my fucking world. Mine. Everything you are is fucking mine. I will do anything to keep you, so fucking get over it," I said, feeling her pussy walls clench around my dick. "I'm coming. I'm coming so fucking hard," she screamed, her head falling back, her eyes rolling back, her whole body going limp next to mine before she shook against me. She had me thinking about the first time she said she loved me and how she came on my dick then too. Just like that time, this wasn't exactly the response I needed, but this time I stayed put. She needed to know I wasn't blowing smoke up her ass. That neither of us was walking away ever again. "You look so beautiful coming on my dick," I said, breathlessly watching her with equal parts lust and adoration. Once she stilled though, I slid out of her and turned my back on her. Fucking her was amazing, but it wasn't enough. Stuffing her full
Over forty minutes passed before Stacy finally came up to bed. By now I had calmed down significantly, certainly enough to drink her in. She was freshly showered and dropping a towel right in front of me. Her back was turned to me as she pulled our favorite tshirt over her head like I wasn't even there. She didn't ask to speak to me about what happened and I wasn't about to volunteer anything. Instead, I was dead set on getting my dick back into her. "You know, I wasn't cool in high school, so I never fucked anyone in this bed. We should do something about that," I said, waiting for her to turn on me and demand I talk to her. Instead she gave me a cheeky look like nothing had happened downstairs and said, "Maybe if your room weren't sandwiched in between your mom's and Willow's. Fucking you at your sister's prom was bad enough. I am not fucking you in your family home like some—" "Like some what, baby?" I asked with a c
"Mom, stop. You know this shit pisses him off. Just stop," Willow thundered, grabbing the album out of her hands and slamming it down on the table. "You can't just cut him out forever, Scott. You've got to let it go, baby," said my mom, her voice so gentle. I knew she meant well, but it was like she was betraying her eighteen year old son all over again. Taking Jeff's side over mine. "After what you and Jeff did, he can do whatever the fuck he wants," said Willow, my champion, walking right past Stacy to wrap her arms around me. "I'm okay," I said, withdrawing from her calmly. "When are you going to stop pushing him to make yourself feel better? It's fucking bullshit. Fuck Jeff. He's gone, mom. When are you going to accept that?" Willow yelled at my mom, storming out and up the stairs ahead of me. Willow was who I wished I could be