“Um, yeah, my clothes and my car,” I said, watching him closely for any sign he didn’t understand what I was telling him.
“Mumma only has one drawer and a cupboard.”
“Okay, maybe I can get another bigger drawer so all my clothes and Mumma’s clothes can fit.” My suggestion bringing a smile to his face.
“Millie’s dad sleeps wif her mum, is you going to sleep with my mum too? She jumps on her daddy when he is tryin’ to sleep, it’s funny.” Daxx giggled.
“Is that what you want Daxx, do you want to jump on me when I am sleeping?”
Daxx fidgeted with the track in his hand, his eyes down, his little chin beginning to wobble.
“Yeah, kinda,” he whispered, his voice quivering.
“Then that’s what will happen Daxx, you can jump on me and wake me up any time you want,” I promised him and getting a big toothy smile as a reward.
“And you won’t get mad wif me?” he asked hopefully. “Cos grandpa got mad when I wokeded him.”
My blood started to boil; again, I wished the old prick was standing in front of me so I could beat the ever loving shit out of him.
Taking one arm from my knees, I wrapped it gently around my son.
“I will never ever get mad with you for jumping on me, Daxx, you can believe that forever, okay?”
“Kay, Daddy. Can we gets the train workin’ now?”
Freezing water pelted down on me, shocking me back to the moment. Growling, I shut off the water, snatched my towel off the rail, and dried off.
Daxx was scared that I was going to leave again, his concerns and questions worried me. A three year old shouldn’t be thinking about where his dad was going to put his clothes or if I would get mad at him for jumping on me in the mornings. It pissed me off to find out that his own grandfather treated him like a pest, nothing more than an offending intruder all of the time. I knew the reason behind his appalling treatment of my son, Daxx carried my DNA which meant he also shared my father’s too. I could only imagine how that would have pissed him off, living with and seeing a constant reminder of me. Daxx looked so much like me, a beautiful combination of his mother and myself; it would have been impossible for old man Rogers to ignore.
Suddenly, a horrible thought occurred to me, something I never considered until just now. Dressing quickly in a pair of sweat pants, I rushed out of the bathroom back to the bedroom I was now sharing with Makena.
“Did your father ever raise a hand to our son?” I demanded to know as soon as I threw open the door, only come to a stumbling halt at the sight before me.
Makena, my wife, my gorgeous, traitorous wife, stood in front of the dressing table, her arms frozen up at her hair and dressed in nothing more than a tank top that was so short it just reached her navel showing off her curvy belly, and skimpy panties that barely covered her generously rounded arse. My tongue instantly grew in size, too big for my mouth but perfect for licking a trail over the glorious globes then down to the delectable and tasty pussy I once ate out every single night.
“Jesus, Lenoxx! Why are you finished in the bathroom already!” Makena cried out, indignation making her drop her arms from braiding her long mane to cover her belly and her panty covered mound. Thank god, she was wearing cotton underwear and not the see through lace ones she preferred when we were together because that would have been a nail in her coffin. I fully intended to have my wife again, to fuck her out of my system, but being the gentleman I was, I planned to give her some time to get used to the idea.
That plan could have come to an abrupt end.
One glimpse of that sweet place and all bets would have been off.
I didn’t bother hiding my reaction to her, it would have been impossible to conceal my thick growing shaft plus I didn’t want to, the sooner she realised we were going to be together for the sake of our son, the sooner the embarrassment and indignation can be dispensed.
“Well, had you left me some hot water, I would still be in there. The first thing changing is the hot water systems for the house, including getting rid of the acratic wood heating in the kitchen,” I informed her, shifting my shaft with a cocky smirk when her eyes followed my hand.
“Makena, my eyes are up here, you can have my dick soon enough, but first I want you to answer my question.”
My crass statement had the effect I was seeking because pissed off green eyes glared at me, fire spitting from them. Had it not been for the pretty blush covering her dimpled cheeks, no one would know she was just thinking about taking my dick in her mouth.
I did, though, I knew every reaction, every single gasp, her sexy sighs and signals so familiar to me. I knew without touching her that she was wet for me and waging an inner battle with her mind not to show me. Unfortunately for her, the way her thighs rubbed discreetly together gave her away.
“Lenoxx stop playing games with me. I get you think you need revenge on me, and to a degree, I agree with you, but don’t think for one second you can come here and force yourself on me. I know you, so I know you would never make me do something I don’t want.”
In less than a heartbeat, I moved across the room, my hands on Makena’s hips roughly pulling her to me as my mouth descended on hers, taking her lips in a brutal kiss. Taking advantage of her mouth opening on a gasp plunging my tongue into the warm recesses of her wet needy mouth.
Ravaging her tongue and lips, I used my grip on her to lift her off the ground giving her no choice but to wrap her legs around my waist, instantly feeling the heat radiating off her core through her underwear. Rolling my hips, I thrust forward, eliciting another gasp then a groan from my wife, her hips gyrating like a dancer grinding against me.
Moaning into her mouth, I slowed down the kiss but not the passion flowing through me. Her hands found my shoulders, her short trim nails digging into my flesh using them to give herself better purchase on me. Her long soft hair spilling over my arms, sending shivers across the skin there. I loved her hair, so long and so soft, so fucking perfect. My favourite thing when Makena rode me, other than her tight pussy milking me, and her breasts swinging in my face was the way her hair cascaded across me, tickling my skin and blanketing us.
Small whimpering moans bubbled from her throat and into my mouth, our tongues swept together just the way we knew the other liked. Makena liked long, gentle licks, where I liked it when she sucked on my tongue, the same feeling her tight pussy gave my dick when I was deep inside her.
“Oh fuck, baby, yes, keep grinding, get yourself off on my hard dick, let me hear those moans,” I muttered harshly against her mouth, a load moan leaving my throat when she pushed herself harder into my groin, her wetness coming through her panties and coating my sweats.
“Noxx, oh god, it’s not enough, please help me,” Makena pleaded with me in a lust-driven whimper. Her movements frantic as she tried to hump me without conscious thought because if she did have time to think about what we were doing … my balls would be in jeopardy.
Moving my arms from her hips to wrap around her bottom, I forced her deeper against me. Moving her hips up and down on my dick, then sliding one hand between us, I used one finger to slide the material of her panties to the side, exposing her labia lips, groaning with pain when my finger brushed down the swollen outer flesh of her pussy. One touch–that is all it took for my unbridled attraction for my woman to come flooding back. Less than five minutes of dry humping and my desire to worship Makena threatened to take control of me again.
I should stop, loosen my hold on her and step away, then act out my plan of revenge, reciprocate the heartache she put me through, get the company’s money back, then file for joint custody of Daxx. That should have been my next move, but did I?
Fuck no, I didn’t; instead, I pulled the waist of my sweat pants down, releasing my straining dick and pushed it along the length of her wet folds, rubbing it through the sweet glorious warm wetness. A desperate cry of pleasure tore from her lips, her teeth biting down on my bottom lip as the ecstasy
feeding my arousal rose even more.
A hungry urge to shift the angle of my hips and slam my shaft into her filtered through my mind, it would be so easy to make one small adjustment and give us both a taste of well-known heaven.
So fucking tempting.
Grappling with my head and my dick, Makena chose that moment to let out a shriek just as a hot pool of thick sticky cream coated my shaft, her labia quivering so much I felt the hint of pressure squeezing where my dick was wedged lengthways inside her.
“Yesssss!” Makena screamed a high-pitched wail, her mouth still over mine, her hips bucking frantically seeking more of the pleasure, making it impossible for me to stop my own orgasm from rocketing down my spine, my balls drawing up painfully as jets of cum spurted from the tip of my dick coating Makena’s pussy lips and most likely my thighs judging from the sticky wet I was feeling. Not that I was surprised at all, this was my first orgasm in nearly four years, and while I would have liked it to be when I was buried inside her, holding back would have been a monumental effort considering Makena’s unfettered reaction to me.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuuccck!” I chanted into the soft skin just below her ear.
“Put me down,” Makena’s anguished whisper barely audible over my loud panting.
“I said put me down, Lenoxx,” Makena shouted louder this time, her hands pushing on my shoulders, her legs unwrapping from around me.
Bewildered by her sudden shift in mood, I released my arms from her bum, dropping her to the floor, while her hand slapped me on the pec as she stumbled back from me.
“What the hell, Makena?”
“You happy? Proving my point that you take what you want, no matter the cost,” she spat at me, turning her back on me; one side of her panties shifted from me holding her, exposing one plump globe.
“I beg your pardon?” I asked, my voice low and vibrating with anger and disbelief.
No way was she meaning that I just forced her against her will just now, no god damn way.
“You heard me,” Makena huffed, tossing a dressing gown over her shoulders, holding it firmly around her. “We aren’t a married couple anymore, Lenoxx, and you don’t have the same rights to my body that you once did. Us sharing a room for the benefit of Daxx is a stupid idea, in my opinion.”
My fists clenched tightly against my legs, red haze filled my vision, and for the first time in my life, I wanted to swear and scream at my wife in anger.
“First, your opinion means diddly squat to me right now. My son is scared shitless I am going to leave and disappear out of his life. You weren’t there when he asked where I was going to keep my clothes and if I would get mad at him if he jumped on me in the morning like his grandpa used to do.”
“I am not going to be a fortnight father; I will be present in his life every day. Now, that can happen here, or at the Triple H, that is up to you.”
Makena gasped, not a good one like before but a gasp of hurt.
“You would take Daxx from me?” her voice rasped.
“No, Makena, it would mean you and I coming to an agreement of time allotted to each of us per day. My god, you must really hate me to think I would take our son from you, really hate my guts.”
“Noxx—” holding up my hand, I cut her off, not wanting to hear another word from her even if she did use my shortened name.
“Enough! I don’t want to hear anymore. You accuse me of forcing you when you know I have never ever forced you against your will. Not ever, Makena. You were into that just as much as I was,” I accused her, pointing at the spot I was still standing on.
“I didn’t force those moans from you, demand your hips to grind into me. You came because of us, and what we did together, so don’t pull that shit with me.” Stomping to the bed, I ripped my pillow off, shoving it under my arm.
“Where are you going? We have to talk about this arrangement,” Makena declared hotly.
“No, we don’t. I have told you what I want for our family; if you don’t agree, then be my guest to start divorce proceedings. I will petition the Children’s Court for joint custody, and set up a room at the Triple H and my apartment in Melbourne.”
Striding past her, I tried not to show that the tears building in her green eyes affected me, but inside I was breaking. To be accused of something so vile as forcing her cut me so deep, I couldn’t stay around her tonight. Maybe not at all.
“I will take Daxx to Mum’s tomorrow so you won’t have to deal with more of my family members being here. It was you that left me, and kept my son a secret from me willingly, don’t forget that Mack, because if we go to court, everything will come out. All of your deception and secrets, including the ones I don’t know about yet.”
Giving her one last look, the tears now rolling down her cheeks. Everything inside me screamed to go to her and take her in my arms, but her vicious words played like a reel in my head. Looking at her hurt, let alone talking to her or getting into bed with her.
“I will sleep on the floor in Daxx’s room tonight, get some sleep, and don’t forget to take the aspirin I left on the side table.”
With that, I left the room a heartsick feeling in my chest and my body trembling with rage. What started out as the best day telling Daxx our news, having my wife in my arms again moaning for me, quickly took a dramatic turn with Makena’s accident and now this.
Making my way into Daxx’s room, I knew I had no sleep coming my way tonight, Makena made sure of that. Again.
MAKENA
“You’re up early, girlie. I thought after yesterday you might take it easy today,” Charlie said, by way of greeting when I entered the feed shed the next morning. After a fitful and guilt-filled night, I gave up trying and got up an hour before my alarm choosing to leave the house before Noxx and Daxx woke. Avoiding my husband, I thought to be the best decision after my nasty outburst in my room and avoiding him seemed like a better idea, especially after my other performance. Did I really wrap my legs around his waist and grind my half-exposed vagina on his dick? His hard, bare dick!
Oh, the shame, the embarrassment, and then I went and practically accused him of molesting me, when I really didn’t believe that. I reacted out of shame for my blatant, wanton reaction to his kisses, my desire for Noxx, and the fact that I had not experienced an orgasm, since … well, since the last one, Noxx gave me before I walked out on him.
His presence back in my life so overwhelming I didn’t know what to do with all the feelings I still harboured for him. He wasn’t acting like a cheating bastard, his strong denials to the contrary, making me doubt what I thought to be true. Since Noxx came back, one thing had been bothering me above everything else, why would he be so kind trying to help me get the farm back up and making money if he knew he believed he was in the right? Why not destroy me with his power and wealth, fight me in the courts for Daxx. Instead, he acted like he still cared for me; when I got hurt yesterday, his reaction hadn’t been one of someone who hated me. The complete opposite was true–seeing me hurt and bleeding sent him in a frantic tailspin, even leaving the room when Mallory got ready to close the wound on my scalp.
I noticed his hungry stares, the tick of his jaw when he got close to me, and the increase in his breathing. Then there was last night; his sweat pants did nothing to hide his massive erection when he walked back into the bedroom from his shower. His kisses laced with familiar passion and need, and his moan, my god those deep, throaty moans could always make me climax. Last night, he proved that he did still have that power over me, my body belonged to him no matter how much I protested or told myself otherwise.
Then I went and opened my mouth and deepened the rift between us, ruining the last couple of days.
What the hell was wrong with me, anyway? Daxx had his father for the first time in his short life, that was what I should be focusing on, not coming all over Noxx’s dick or his sexy noises.
I gave him the proof of his infidelity, he could deny it all he wanted, but the irrefutable evidence sugge
sted otherwise. It was his picture, his voice; I had nothing to be guilty over other than Daxx.
I admit it hurt that Daxx had so many concerns over his dad when I made my choice, I didn’t take into consideration he would look at other families and see differences between them and himself. I honestly believed that by telling him that his father was simply away, it would appease him until he got older, much older. Now, I was faced with my son being hurt badly if Noxx and I couldn’t come to some amicable agreement concerning Daxx, and Noxx’s rights as his father. Staying here at the farm forever with Noxx and me sharing a room wasn’t healthy for any of us. This plan to play the happy family unit had disaster and heartbreak written all over it for both of us.
What other alternative did I have, though? Shared custody of Daxx didn’t suit me. I refused to give up my son for any length of time, and Noxx had shared the same view. Their bond developed-lightning fast, keeping him from his dad now also not an option. So, what did that leave? Living together seemed to be the only plausible possibility, but at what cost?
Dragging my work gloves from the back pocket of my jeans, I slipped my hands in them, then snagged up a bale hook.
“No time to take it easy. Fenixx is coming by today to inspect the north paddock as a better option for the bull. If we move the sheep, get them to another part of the property away from the cattle, we can feed them up then sell them at the end of the month,” I explained, stabbing a hay bale from the stack and hefting it into the back of the farm ute.
“We selling to buy more?”
“Nope. We are getting out of sheep and sticking to just the one livestock. Dad put us into this mess; we might as well make a go of it. Fenixx believes we can improve our breeding stock with twenty more good young heifers. We buy them healthy and primed, then voila! The bull does the rest; twenty pregnant cows means a way back into the black.”
When Fenixx explained the breeding program to me, my heart sank at the dollar amount he thought we needed to spend to buy new breeders. I knew it was the only way, but finding twenty-five thousand dollars for some blasted cows was going to hurt.
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