“Nah, not tonight.” I shook my head back and forth. “You can have one of your wine coolers if you’re not planning to drive.”
I hope you stay—I really do need you right now.
“I’m staying, but I’ll wait for the food before I get something.” She snuggled back into my arms.
Being able to hold Hannah in my arms did more to ease my turmoil than I expected. My stomach was knotted up over the fact that I might have to wait until the weekend to see her again. I understood that she would be busy with school, but I still wanted her there with me. We stayed in our embrace until the food arrived, and I was forced to break it to meet the driver at the door. I still wasn’t that hungry, but I forced the food down anyway. I definitely needed to eat something, Hannah and I made small talk while we ate. I asked about school, and she said it went okay—but she didn’t elaborate. I kept trying to come up with things to talk about, mainly because I didn’t want the conversation to shift back to my life.
“That was pretty good.” Hannah sipped her wine cooler and smiled. “Do you want to watch a movie or something—you seem like you might need the distraction tonight.”
I probably can’t even focus on one…
“You’re all the distraction I need.” I pulled her close.
“I can think of something that would be very distracting…” She put her hand on my inner thigh and started sliding it towards my cock.
“It certainly would be.” I exhaled sharply.
Hannah pulled her hand away, turned in my arms until she could slide a leg across both of mine, and then lifted up to straddle me. She rubbed herself against my cock—even through our clothes, it felt good, and I immediately got hard. She leaned forward until her lips were against my neck and started kissing along the side of it. I tugged on her t-shirt until it was loose, and she leaned back so I could pull it over her head. My fingers found the clasp on the back of her bra, and it joined her t-shirt on the floor a couple of seconds later. The sight of those gorgeous tits was definitely enough to make my cock throb. My hands caressed her nipples before I tasted them on the tip of my tongue and moved my hands to the front of her jeans.
“Not yet.” She pushed my hands away. “You got a taste—I want mine.”
Hannah leaned back and ran her tongue across her lips before she started to slide off my lap. If she wanted to distract me, feeling those perfectly pouty lips wrapped around my cock was going to be more than enough. She unbuckled my belt, unfastened my pants, and started tugging on them. I lifted up and kicked my shoes off once my pants were around my thighs. Hannah slid them off and then started kissing her way up my leg—along my inner thighs—and then her fingers dug into the waistband of my boxer shorts. My cock was throbbing so fucking hard when she pulled them off. She kissed her way back up my legs and reached for my cock when she got close. Her hand wrapped around it and started to stroke it while her lips sizzled against my skin.
“Oh fuck…” I groaned and exhaled sharply. “That feels good.”
“Maybe watching this will be better than a movie?” She leaned back and licked her lips.
“Watching it isn’t going to be the best part.” I felt my cock throb in her hand. “Trust me…”
I wanted more than her lips, but I couldn’t resist them. She kissed the head of my cock several times, then pushed her tongue along the bottom. My entire body tensed up, and I shuddered. Her tongue moved down my shaft until it was against my balls, and then she kissed her way back to the top. Her lips parted, and she took the tip between them. It felt so good that I thought I was going to erupt on the spot—especially when she stretched her lips around my girth, and the head of my cock disappeared. Her head bobbed a couple of times, and then she slid further down my shaft—far enough to feel her tongue massage the bottom while more of my length disappeared. Her mouth was warm and wet—and felt amazing on my cock.
“Damn that’s good…” I moaned and put a hand on top of her head.
Hannah started to move her lips along my shaft, working my dick further into her mouth every time she descended on my length. It had been so long since I had a blowjob that I had literally forgotten how good it felt—especially when the woman doing it looked enthusiastic to be there. I could tell she had never done it before, but she learned quick. Every time I moaned, she repeated that motion—finding the perfect rhythm that wasn’t so fast that I would erupt in seconds but not so slow that it would just tease me forever. She pulled my cock into her throat—as far as it could go—and repeatedly moved her lips up and down my length.
“Oh god…” I felt my balls get tight. “You’re gonna—make me come!”
She moved her lips a little faster when she felt my cock start to throb against her tongue. I wanted to make her slow down so that I could savor the feeling just a little longer, but it felt too fucking good. My muscles tensed up, my cock pulsated, and then I felt the cum surging through my shaft. She pulled my cock deep into her throat when she felt the first eruption and started to swallow. She swallowed my seed and the rest of my cock in the process. That was enough to make my whole body jerk, and I started to come even harder. She gagged when the thick ropes of lust really started to flood her throat, but she never pulled her lips away. She swallowed until the last drop was gone and then slowly lifted up, licking the last drop from the head before she leaned back and smiled.
“Holy shit…” I exhaled sharply. “That was amazing.”
“I did okay for my first time?” She tilted her head slightly.
“Okay?” I chuckled under my breath. “Way better than okay… Give me a couple of minutes, and then I’ll show you how much I liked it.”
“Or….” She leaned forward. “I could do it again.”
“As good as that was, I want something else a whole lot more than…” My words trailed off when my phone buzzed on the table.
“Do you need to get that?” Hannah turned her head. “It’s Regina—your ex-wife?”
“Yeah. Fuck…” I shook my head back and forth. “I’m sorry, there was an issue with our daughter earlier today. I need to check the message.”
“No, I completely understand.” She grabbed my phone and handed it to me.
Regina: Can you come to the house?
Justin: Now?
Regina: Yes.
“I…” I growled under my breath.
“Do you need to go?” Hannah reached for her shirt and bra.
“Yes, I’m afraid I have to.” I threw my phone on the table. “I’m so fucking sorry, Hannah.”
“It’s fine, trust me. Your family obviously has to come first.” She slid up to the couch. “I’ll try to come see you tomorrow—even if I can’t stay long.”
“You shouldn’t drive.” I grabbed my boxers and slid them on. “You had a wine cooler.”
“I’ll be fine.” She waved off my concern.
“No, you stay here.” I reached down and picked up my pants. “I’m not going to be gone all night—I doubt this will take long.”
“Okay.” She nodded. “But—can I ask you something?”
“Of course.” I sat down and started putting on my shoes.
“This isn’t one of those situations where you’re going to get back together with your ex-wife, right?” She blinked a couple of times. “I know you’re divorced, but…”
“I will never get back together with my ex-wife, no matter what.” I leaned over and took Hannah’s hand in mine. “I wouldn’t even speak to her if we didn’t have a daughter together.”
“I just don’t want to be a homewrecker—or the other woman.” She sighed and looked down.
“You’re the only woman.” I pulled her into an embrace. “I’ll be back soon, and we are going to pick up where we left off…”
“Okay.” She squeezed me a little tighter. “Well go be a parent—then you can come back and be my Daddy for the rest of the night—oh god, is it weird for me to say that to you?”
“Not at all.” I shook my head back and forth. “Trust
me, my daughter wouldn’t call me that if her life depended on it.”
“Good.” She exhaled a sigh of relief. “It just kind of slipped out…”
“It’s kind of hot.” I leaned back from our embrace and winked at her. “You better be waiting in bed without your panties when I get home—or Daddy might have to punish you.”
“Deal.” She nodded quickly.
I’m not sure which side of that she agreed to—I guess I’ll find out when I get home. First, I have to deal with whatever this Bianca situation has turned into.
I did my best not to let Hannah see how much Regina’s text message really worried me. I forced a smile when I left, but the expression quickly faded from my face once I got to the car. I fired a quick message to Regina to let her know I was on the way and started driving. I had no idea what was going to be waiting on me when I got to my old house. If Regina actually did try to do something to Bianca, then there was a good chance that it was going to be a fucking war zone. Still, that would be a much needed first step, and we could figure out how we were going to handle whatever chaos it caused together.
Hopefully it didn’t result in more violence.
Hannah handled my departure with a lot of maturity—but I understood the concerns she had. She didn’t see the hell I lived through when I was married to Regina. If she had, then she would have known that there was no fucking way I would ever want to be Regina’s husband again. That part of my life was permanently over. The divorce papers started closing the door but finding out she fucked my best friend while we were married was enough to slam it shut. There was no way to undo that. I would have fought for the marriage if I thought there was any way for us to save it, and I did—for way too fucking long. The only thing left was figuring out how we were going to fix the problem we had allowed to fester for too long—our tyrant princess, Bianca. I pulled into the driveway, hopped out of the car, and started walking towards the front door.
Shit. Do I knock? Do I just go inside?
“I hate you!” Bianca’s muffled voice on the other side of the door, followed by a loud crash, gave me my answer.
“Bianca stop it!” Regina’s words were followed by a sob.
Thankfully, the door wasn’t locked. I threw it open and ran into the house. I heard another crash—it came from the living room. I turned the corner, and my eyes nearly bulged out of my head. The living room looked like it had been hit by a tornado. The large glass bookcase was shattered to pieces, and there were books everywhere. Regina was on the floor, holding up her hands. There were glass shards and pieces of broken vases all around her. Bianca was standing over her mother—holding a rather large vase in her hands like she was about to use it as a weapon. I immediately ran into the room and threw myself in front of my ex-wife.
“Bianca! Enough!” I glared at my daughter and put my hands out.
“Oh look.” Bianca took a step back. “It’s your husband.”
“What the fuck happened?” I extended my hand to Regina, who took it.
“What happened? I’ll tell you what happened!” Bianca threw the vase on the floor, and it shattered. “Your fucking wife tried to take away my car keys—big mistake, bitch!”
“I tried to ground her…” Regina slowly stood.
“I don’t get grounded!” Bianca practically screamed her words. “I’ll be eighteen in two months!”
“Okay.” I nodded and tried to calm the rage that was building as I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. “If you don’t want to answer to our authority, then you can answer to another one.”
“What the fuck are you doing?” Bianca blinked in confusion.
“I’m calling the police.” I started dialing. “You assaulted your mother.”
“Honey, don’t do that.” Regina put her hand on mine before I could finish dialing. “It was a—misunderstanding. We’re fine now.”
“Seriously, Regina!?” I snatched my hand away.
“Yeah, you didn’t even live here anymore.” Bianca scoffed. “Get the fuck out of my house. If the police show up, I’ll tell them you hit her and did all of this.”
“Regina, you need to make a fucking choice.” I turned towards my ex-wife. “Is this how you want to live your life? You called me. I came. We either draw the line here, or this shit is just going to get worse.”
“Do it.” Regina nodded. “I’m sorry, Bianca—this has gotten out of hand.”
“Nobody is going to believe the two of you over me.” Bianca shook her head back and forth. “She’s obviously just a battered wife trying to protect her husband.”
“I’ll take that chance.” I hit another button on my phone and lifted it to my ear.
I don’t care if we both leave in handcuffs—a night in jail might be enough to shock her back to reality.
“Bianca…” Regina looked down and sighed. “I’m going to tell the police the truth. I’m sure the security cameras got enough of your tantrum to prove that your father didn’t do any of this.”
“Wait!” Bianca shrieked, and the color drained out of her face. “Okay, I’m grounded! I don’t want to go to jail!”
“You’re more than grounded.” I pulled my phone away from my ear and ended the call before anyone picked up. “You will go to school; you will come home—that’s it. No cheerleading, no football games…”
“You—what?” Bianca shook her head rapidly. “No! You can’t do that!”
“I’m not done—don’t interrupt me again.” I narrowed my eyes. “No car, no computer unless it’s for school, no cell phone, no friends over—nothing at all until you graduate. Your mother will drive you to school and pick you up. The only thing you will do while you’re there is go to class—and I will be checking in with your principal and teachers every single week.”
“That seems fair.” Regina nodded.
“But…” Bianca looked back and forth between us.
“No arguing. You hit your mother. Nothing you can say will change my mind.” I felt my jaw tighten up. “The fact that you’re going to be allowed to stay under this roof is the only shred of kindness you get—and you don’t even deserve that much.”
“O—okay.” Bianca’s eyes filled up with tears—she immediately ran to the stairs and stomped up them with a sob following every single footstep.
“Are you okay? Really?” I turned towards Regina.
“I don’t know.” She started crying and walked over to sit down on the couch. “I’ve made such a mess of everything…”
“This is your chance to do what you should have done a long time ago.” I sighed and sat down across from her. “I won’t be here to make sure this is enforced—that’s going to be on you. I’ll come if you need me, but if I have to show up here again to put an end to one of her tantrums…”
“I know.” Regina leaned over to grab her cigarettes out of her purse and lit one. “I just hate that it’s come to this—we’re having a serious conversation about sending our daughter to jail.”
“We’re really bad parents…” I looked down at the floor.
“No.” Regina shook her head back and forth. “You tried…”
“And you stopped me.” I shrugged. “Every single time.”
There wasn’t much else for Regina to say to me. No apology was going to erase all of the years she let things escalate until they got out of control. She wasn’t just compliant—she was an accomplice. I was the one Bianca hated—Regina was the one she loved—until I wasn’t there to shoulder that hate and my ex-wife was forced to actually be a parent instead of a friend. I went to the kitchen and made a cup of herbal tea for Regina while she tried to calm her nerves with nicotine. I hoped the tea she normally drank at bedtime would do the trick since the other was a stimulant instead of a sedative.
“I guess Bianca will stay in her room until morning.” Regina looked towards the stairs.
“Probably so.” I nodded. “I’m going to head back to my place now, but call me if you need anything…”
“I will.”
She sighed. “Thank you…”
I have a feeling the tyrant princess won’t stay down, despite being knocked off her throne—but at least we got a cease fire without me having to actually watch her leave in handcuffs.
Twelve
Hannah
I tried to be as understanding as possible about Justin’s situation. He didn’t have a wife anymore, but he still had a daughter. He hadn’t talked about her much, and I tried not to push for details since they weren’t offered. I figured the relationship was strained as they often were when children had to watch their parents get divorced. The fact that she was living with her mother instead of him somewhat confirmed that in my mind—especially since his wife was the one that filed for divorce. There really was a lot that I didn’t know about Justin, but then again, there was a lot he didn’t know about me because of my lie. I certainly wouldn’t have started our first meeting with one if I had known what the future held. I couldn’t undo that, and I couldn’t tell the truth until the time was right—all I could do was wait until he got home.
He might be gone for a while—I should probably work on my school stuff.
Bringing my backpack inside was a risk, but if I had some time, I needed to make the most of it. I mainly needed my laptop and one of my textbooks so that I could put some words on a page for a writing assignment I had due in a few days. I carried everything into the dining room so that I had a clear view of the window. I figured it wouldn’t look that strange for me to be working on something for school, as long as he didn’t see what class it was for. The AP English logo on the front of the textbook made it pretty clear that it wasn’t a college class. I was able to work for an hour before I saw his car pull up outside, so I quickly stuffed everything in my book bag and zipped it up.
Oh right. I’m supposed to be upstairs—naked.
I put on my bra and t-shirt after he left, so I quickly removed those as I bounced up the stairs as fast as possible. I made it to the bedroom before the front door opened and kicked off my shoes when I heard his footsteps on the stairs. My jeans were a little more challenging to remove, but I managed to get them off and hop into the bed. I slid under the covers and wrapped my fingers around my panties—but I pulled my hands away when I saw him approaching the doorway. The look on his face didn’t reflect excitement to find me in his bed, and his grayish-blues looked very troubled.
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