“I told you, you don’t have any evidence of that, there were a number of other people all working the same day that money went missing.”
“And I told you, don’t push me after all the shit you’ve pulled. You’re lucky I just provided the evidence in case they decide to press charges. So this means I do have evidence. Very fuckin’ firm evidence.”
“Jonas! You let her walk away from stealing! For fucking real, after she had me arrested for giving her a bumpy landing in the condoms?” I can’t fucking believe this. She’s smiling smugly at me; I can’t let her have the last laugh. “Oh wipe that smile off your ugly face bitch, who’s the dried up prune now? You couldn’t even manage to get knocked up by accident. Did you take me up on my word and head for the surgical condoms or is it too late for that? I pity the child that finally does pop out of your saggy ass cunt.”
At that she screams and flies at me, fortunately Jonas is closer to her than she is to me. “Letitia I wont ask you again. You will walk away from my woman, if you can’t do that of your own accord I will fuckin’ make you by any means available to me. I do not want to ever see you in her or my eye line again. If I do calling the law will be the least of your worries,” and he pushes her into the road where she falls off the curb and flat onto her ass.
“You fucking bitch, this is not over. You’d best be looking over your fucking shoulder from now on BROTHER FUCKER!” she screams, but then realizes her mistake; she’s screamed the same words I received in the last text message. I was about to tell Jonas, but I look at him and he’s boiling with rage, the last words she has shouted have put his temper on red alert. Telling him now will only mean he ends up with a common assault charge. I do the best thing I can and drag him away whilst scowling at her. I feel pleased that she’s dropped herself in it because she’s no real threat to me.
Chapter Twenty Four
A simple family dinner at Barbara and Harrison’s was going to be a totally different experience from now on. In the future we’d have the kids to include but for now I’d gone from being a single to be mom straight into a committed relationship overnight. Hell, it wasn’t just dinner at this point that would be a new experience, everything would be! We’d missed out on the traditional ‘getting to know you’ phase and it didn’t feel odd in the slightest, it felt right. It felt like I was home or exactly where I was supposed to be.
When we arrived it was how it always was, Barbara was cooking, Harrison was opening beer and the twins were loitering with the intent to steal food before it hit the table. However, as soon as we walked through the door Barbara dumped food preparation and came to say hi to me and the babies, whilst offering a smug smile to Jonas. Harrison gave Jonas a bottle of beer and a congratulatory slap on the shoulders and the twins proceeded to take advantage of the food being left unattended... until Barbara realized.
“Boys, step away from that roast before I am forced to get handy with a spatula around each of your heads.” They do as they’re told straight away, fear and respect of Barbara in this house is real. Jonas laughs and mumbles “pussies” under his breath and the twins hear this and pass a look between them that indicates revenge later on. We’re all then instructed to take our seats at the table and when I go to sit between Jack and Jake I’m told to move and ‘Sit by my man’, as Barbara puts it, who would have thought they’d be this accepting of everything? The usual passing of food pots starts and we tuck in.
“So, you’ve still got time to get married at the town hall before the babies come,” and that gem is Barbara’s opening line for dinner conversation. I literally spit a load of food out of my mouth on to my plate because it was either that or choke on it. Jack and Jake smile smugly between themselves, they knew this was coming and Harrison is shaking his head as he starts to speak “For the love of God Barbara, I thought we were clear about all things dinner ambush wise, yet here we are again.”
“I’m just saying it’s not right for the babies to be born out of wedlock if there is no need, she doesn’t want to be talked about.” Her justification angers me, but reminds of me my own earlier misgivings and the argument with that whore outside Mudjoes, still, I am completely blindsided. We’ve only been together for a pissing day officially, well in my official mind anyway.
I can’t look up, I don’t want to see the horror that is bound to be on Jonas’s face by this suggestion, who up to now still hasn’t said anything and is carrying on with his food, ignoring her and pretending this bull shit conversation isn’t happening.
“Well whaddya know,” says Jake, “big brother and big sister do the business, but he doesn’t want to do all the business.”
I gasp in shock and run from the table as Jonas leans across all the food and punches him square in the face. All hell is breaking loose and Harrison and Jack are persistent in their effort to pull a raging Jonas off him.
“You stupid little fucker,” I hear Jonas hiss at him, “you’ll go and apologize to Dalton. Now.” I don’t want that, he’s only speaking the truth, we are big brother and sister and he doesn’t want to marry me, I said all along that people would think this. I just didn’t expect if from my family, Barbara thinks we need to get married and Jack and Jake are probably suffering from being associated to this scandal.
I’m not listening to this, I was right.
I am out of here. I need space.
So whilst the arguing continues I leave the downstairs bathroom as quietly as I can and head out the front door.
I only get about fifty yards down the street before Harrison catches up to me, this surprises me because I thought it would be Jonas.
“Dolly, where are you going?” he asks.
“Home. And I mean my place.” I keep walking.
“Come back you have to ignore the twins and what they said, they’re immature and they don’t know the history. God knows those little bastards haven’t got the brains they were born with.”
“Well that doesn’t excuse Barbara, she thinks the same too!” I shout.
“No. She doesn’t. However, she is from a different generation where babies were born into families, she also has no idea about tact and delivering serious information, I’m beginning to wonder where she’s left it.”
“But it’s what they’re all thinking, I knew this was how it would be, I don’t want my babies growing up being a town conversation topic. I need to move,” and the more that brainwave takes seed the more I like it. “That’s it, that’s the answer, I’m out of here,” and I carry on walking.
“Dolly stop!” he shouts but doesn’t follow me. I get another twenty yards and a pain hits my middle. I end up bent over taking deep breaths leaning against a random yard fence. I try to get upright but the babies protest again and I hear a truck approaching me slowly.
“FUCKING HELL, what have I told you about random hiking expeditions with my babies!” He sounds absolutely furious as he rushes out of the truck to help me. I start crying immediately, whilst he lifts me into the passenger seat and we head back to the Griggs.
“I knew people would talk, I told you they would, didn’t I?” I sob.
“Only those fuckin idiots that don’t know us and have fuck all else in their life, people will get over it.”
“But...”
“But nothing Dolly, this is the last time we discuss this shit. Ever. I’m not going to be happy if I think you’re dwelling on this and making yourself ill and why the fuck were you bent over in pain? Are you OK? Do I need to take you to the hospital?”
“No, I think I was just going too fast for us all.”
“See. I told you. My babies are on my team and they know you were being fuckin stupid and needed to slow down,” he says once we’re sitting in the drive. “Now we are going back in there and having a family dinner. Those two cheeky fuckers will behave otherwise they’ll have matching busted noses.” He helps me out of the truck and kisses me whilst taking me in his arms for a reassuring hug. “Better?” he asks.
“No, but you’re not goi
ng to let me leave and move across state so it looks like I have no choice.”
“My girl is learning.”
We go back inside and take our places at the table. Jake has tissue sticking out the bottom of his nostrils and looks ridiculous, the bruising to his face is already beginning to appear. “Dolly, sorry for my crap attempt at humor, I promise I didn’t mean what I said. I’m happy for both of you, we both are, aren’t we Uncle Jack?” Jack bobs his head in agreement with him.
I nod and smile in return; his apology is heartfelt but hilarious with tissue on his face and I set about moving the food that I spat out into some tissue paper.
“Shit apology Jake. You’d best not say anything like that again, because making another apology after I’ve knocked out your teeth is going to be tough.” Jonas is seriously not amused.
“Sure. Sorry man.”
“OK,” Barbara starts, “can we get back to a drama free dinner?”
“Yeah, like you’ve not had any part of making that drama. Last warning Barbara, quit these ambushes or we are gonna fall out.” It seems that Harrison is as un-amused as Jonas is by the whole thing and Barbara just nods her acceptance at him in return.
I haven’t really said much because my mind is still turning all this crap over. It’s clear to me that Jonas doesn’t seem to want to get married, he didn’t agree or argue when Barbara brought it up. Maybe marriage is the commitment that is the step too far for him, if that’s true, it hurts. My mind is however occupied when my cell phone beeps in my purse. I’m trying to pretend I’ve not heard it, but it just reminds Jonas that this was a subject he didn’t get to tackle earlier.
“You gonna check that babe?”
“No, we’re eating, I’ll get it later.” I know he’s onto me.
“You sure, could be Neely?” he teases.
“No, I’m good, leave it until we’ve finished.”
“It’s OK, you rest your feet, I’ll get it for you,” and he’s moving in the direction of my purse.
“NO!” I shout.
“NO? Really, what’s going on Dalton?”
“Nothing, just leave it for now,” I’m almost pleading for him drop it. He looks to consider this.
“No, I don’t think so. You’re hiding something, so let’s have a look.” He’s already by my purse, so I don’t have a chance at beating him to it, or keeping the phone away from him.
“OK. OK,” I say and all the others at the table are watching this little scene unfold with interest, wondering what I could be hiding. “I’ve been getting some odd text messages.”
Jonas stills, “What kind of messages?”
“Just nonsense.”
“Dalton, you’ve had your chance to tell me, but it sounds like I need to check for myself because you are wearing my patience down, which, thanks to Jokey Jake and your marathon run out of here are close to zero,” he’s really muttering to himself as he starts to work his way through my phone menus. He concentrates for a minute which I assume means he’s reading them and the proverbial clouds gather on his face. The look on his face is enough that Harrison goes over to him to see what’s going on.
“FUCKING SERIOUSLY! You had these and you didn’t think to tell me?” he snaps.
“I thought it was just some idiot, well I think we know it really is an idiot. It doesn’t say who they’re from but it doesn’t take a stretch of logic to see it’s her. It’s not like we have any proof anyway with the number.”
“Right, from now on you tell me the minute you get one of these,” he demands.
“Alright.”
The rest of dinner passes without incident, but in all honesty all I want to do is get home and crawl into bed. The day started off great, but I just need it to be over because it’s ended up a bit of a drama disaster. I want to forget about it, I also want to have some quiet words with the traitors I am carrying in my body, they keep siding with Jonas whenever I try and escape and it’s not on.
We’re both quiet in the truck on the way home even though he keeps his hand in mine or on my thigh. It’s like he needs the permanent connection to keep me in one piece because he’s not convinced I’m totally over my freak out. We pull up and I climb out as normal and head inside.
“I’m gonna get changed and head for bed, I’m wrecked,” I get as far as the kitchen island.
“Stop right there,” his voice is low and demanding so I do as he asks, which is nothing, I don't even turn around.
“I think you need reminding of something. Have you forgotten that you’re mine now and you don’t run and leave. Put your hands on the counter top Dalton. Now.” Oh shit is all I can think. The last time I had this tone from him was in the hotel room when we had our one night. My hands tremble as I place them on the top and he stalks towards me and I feel him line himself up behind me.
“Do you think I give a fuck what other people think? You’re mine and if I need to fuck you until every ache you feel reminds you of that then keep this shit up Dalton. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” and it’s only a slight answer said on a whisper.
“Seeing you trembling like this, wondering what I’m going to do to you is a turn on. Tell me are you wet Dalton?” I gulp unable to answer, because I know I’m wet and it didn’t take long for it to happen.
“Answer me Dalton.” I’m reminded he wants compliance.
“Yes.”
“Good girl, time to see if you’re ready for me. Turnaround and sit on the stool beside you.” I do as he asks, the stools by the kitchen island have arm rests and a little bar to place your feet on. Always a gentleman and never wanting to see me struggle he helps me get up and then spins it around so I’m facing him. He leans in for a nibble and kiss of my lips and when I try and grab him he backs away.
“Hands back on that chair Dalton and don’t move them unless I tell you,” I do as he requests.
“Good girl. Now edge that tight little ass to the edge of the seat,” again I do as he asks.
“Are you alright? Is that uncomfortable?”
“No, I’m OK,” when he convinces himself that I am and I’m not doing this just for him he runs his hand up my leg and under my cute maternity dress, when he gets to my knees he parts them. He constantly looks from my eyes for reassurance to between my legs because he can’t resist. My body is shaking unmistakably because I am desperate for him to touch me. With a quick move of his hands he does away with my panties and spreads me wide so he can see me.
“There she is. Fucking Jesus, I can see how wet your pussy is,” and he uses his fingers to separate my lower lips so I am completely open to him.
“Look at you,” he says, “all open for me, waiting to be touched, waiting to be fucked.” He then leans down and runs his nose along my thighs, his breath makes me shiver as he climbs his way further up. I’m juddering on the seat and my hands are maintaining a white knuckle grip on the handles of the stool.
“Do you want me to lick you? I want to lick you. I want to tongue you until you explode. Shall I do that?”
“Yes, Jonas please.” I am aching for this and my permission is all he needs to get this assault underway. He feasts on me like it’s his last meal and I can feel every time he licks me and bites at my clit. After a few minutes I can feel my body begin to heighten, I reach forward and hold his head to encourage him to continue and finish me off, but as soon as I touch him he stops and pulls away.
“Dalton, I’m sure I remember telling you not to let go of the handles. Did I tell you that?” he asks me and his face is all slippery and shiny from my juices. “Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“So do we agree you’ve not done as you were told and instructed?”
“Yes,” I’m nervous about his tone now.
“In that case do you think its right that you’ve spoiled my fun? I thought you wanted me to enjoy this Dalton?”
Shit, I can’t decide whether I’m nervous or turned on, but he’s looking at me with intensity and it’s clear his patience won�
�t last much longer.
“Dalton, baby, do you trust me?”
“Yes,” and my eye contact never waivers as I answer him.
“Do you understand that I love you and I would never hurt you?”
“Yes.”
“OK. Off the chair,” he stands back, “take off your clothes and then remove mine, you need to see how hard your little act of defiance makes me.”
When I’ve finished the task with shaky hands I can see exactly how hard he is. The veins in his cock are huge and strained and it has the biggest drop of liquid at the head of it that makes me lick my lips.
“OK turn around and grab the counter, feet apart. I want those legs spread and that ass high in the air,” I do his bidding immediately. His hand comes up behind me and he puts two fingers in me gently even though he knows I’m wet and ready for him. He removes his fingers and pops them in my mouth, it’s a quick in and out that I don't make the most of and then he re-inserts them back into me. His pace is slow and measured.
In and out.
In and out.
As I get used to this I rear back onto his hand and then next time he stabs his fingers into me it comes with a simultaneous slap across my ass cheek. I squeal in shock and surprise. He gently rubs the spot better and then puts his fingers back into me.
“I knew you’d like that, I can feel how much wetter it’s made you. You’re fucking soaking. Shall I make you come?”
“YES,” and I finish my desperate plea for him to finish his assaulting finger fucking and ass slapping rhythm. It’s not long before I’m back in the place I was before when he stops again. I collapse on the counter “God no, please Jonas I need to come,” I beg.
“I know you do and I’m going to watch you do it. On your knees girl, spread those legs and let me see you tease yourself.” I’m past the point of embarrassment, I need this, my body is singing so I comply immediately and start to tease my clit in front of him in our kitchen whilst we are both naked. He can tell I’m getting closer and when I open my eyes to focus on him he is standing in front of me furiously gripping, rubbing and squeezing his cock.
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