by Aven Jayce
“No shit? She married Dayne? Damn, you fucked up,” Cove says. “When did that happen?”
“This was posted two weeks ago in Vegas. It’s on her Facebook site. She did gain weight.”
“She got another boob job too. Those are much bigger than before. And Dayne looks... I don’t remember him being that massive,” Sophia says, turning away. “She must’ve kept in touch with him the entire time he was in prison.”
I scroll through her site and see she used to work for a few different porn companies in Vegas, which isn’t surprising. Once you get a taste of that lifestyle, it’s easy to get hooked on the money that rolls in. Being a porn star is a decent job when you work for the right people. It can be shit for some, but it looks like she did fairly well. Now she lists an Italian restaurant in Vegas as her current place of employment. What a fucking joke, going from serving her pussy to serving pasta? Fuck, that sucks.
“She was thin up until a year ago, these earlier photos are how I remember her. The weight gain is pretty recent.”
“She doesn’t look all that big to me,” Jules says. “And she’s very pretty.”
“But for a porn star, she’s way past her prime... no longer marketable.” I turn to Sophia. “She’s nothing. I wouldn’t worry about her.”
“I’m not. She’s a bitch, but not insane, like you.”
“Thanks, sis.”
“No, seriously, she’s not going to shoot or stab anyone, she’ll just kick you in the balls and ask for a lot of money as payback for killing her husband. From what I remember, that’s her style.”
Cove leans closer to Jules and whispers, “Don’t you love how nonchalant they are about all this shit? This entire table is full of dispassionate asshats.”
“Uh, excuse me, Babe?” Sophia says melodramatically. “I am far from being dispassionate about anything,” and then she turns to Jules with a smile, “you’ll get used to all of this.”
“No, you won’t,” Cove says.
“Stop being a fuckhead or you’re not getting laid for a month.”
“It’s already been a week,” he snarls.
“Jesus Christ, would you two shut the fuck up. Most of the time you numbnuts amuse me, only tonight you’re getting on my nerves. I was just thinking about how mature you’ve become, Soph, but now you’re acting like a fucking kid again. And Cove...” I shake my head.
“Mark, don’t,” my sister pleads as she watches Cove set his fork on the table and run his hand through his hair. “Mark, please, not tonight.”
“I’d like to know what you were going to say,” Cove prods.
The room is silent. Our eyes lock and he leans back in his chair, resting his interlaced fingers on his abdomen. Jules distracts me by placing her heel on my leg and when I turn, she gifts me with a gorgeous smile. Pretty thing. It’s amazing how quickly my thoughts can change from wanting to beat the shit out of Cove for being so depressed, to the sight of this woman’s face placating my mind. “I love you,” I finally say, looking at Jules first, then turning quickly to Cove. “I love you, man. That’s what I was going to say.”
I join Jules and Sophia in a good laugh, but it takes a minute for Cove to crack a smile. He never finds me amusing. But, he does lighten up enough to call me a pussy a second later as he’s reaching across the table to fill his wife’s wine glass. One of these days he’s going to beat the shit out of me... I can’t wait. I’ll stop ragging on him once he does.
“So what do all of you do for fun?” Jules asks.
“How does your ass feel?” I respond.
“Oh god.” Sophia rolls her eyes. “I don’t want to know what that means.”
“I wasn’t asking you, Mark,” Julia says. “I already know what you enjoy.” She smirks.
“What kind of fun?” I force her to be more specific.
“Well, anything... I’m not trying to be rude, if that’s what you think, but the three of you appear to be... you’re all... just...”
“We’re what? Spit it out,” I say.
“You seem shallow.”
Cove’s laugh fills the room as he stands and places his hand on my shoulder. “You wanna take her out on the boat now or later?” He jokes, putting his wine glass down and walking out of the room. “I’m checking on the boys,” he calls back.
“You’re funny, Jules.” My sister grins. “Mark, she’s amazing.”
“I know she is. I hope she stays that way.” I take a final bite of food, push the plate away, and stare into her eyes. “You’re not going to change, are you? Like become a bitch overnight.”
“I’m already a bitch.”
“True. What about pushing me into marrying you or wanting kids?”
“Nope, can’t say I’m ready for either one of those things with you.”
“With me?”
“Yes, with you.”
I nod. Fuck, she’s good. “Okay, I’ll keep you around for a while.”
“Fine,” she says.
“Fine,” I say.
“Damn, no wedding anytime soon. I guess all that’s left to do is eat some pie,” Sophia says. “Cove! Tell the boys to come down for some pie!”
“No! No sugar this late at night!” he shouts.
“Yes! Pie!” Daxton calls out and rushes down to the main floor.
“I agree with your husband. They’re going to be climbing the walls for hours.”
“Listen to me,” she says. “I hated my childhood and I’m going to make sure theirs is the complete opposite of what I experienced. My boys have the freedom to do whatever they want without having to fear stern punishment. They learn from their own mistakes without us disciplining them. They’re loved, happy, and if I want to give them pie in the evening, I’m going to give them a slice of freakin’ pie.”
“Fucking, Mom. Freakin’ sounds lame.” Daxton takes a seat next to his mother and rests his head on her arm. “That movie was great.”
“Dax, honey. Can you please stop using that word all the time? We’ve already discussed how it makes you sound like a street thug.”
He nods, displaying a big dimply grin. “Love you mom... now can I have some fucking pie?”
I laugh at the little bastard. “Yeah, Sophia. Give the kid some fucking pie.”
She serves each of us a slice and two pieces for the stragglers. “Where’s your brother?”
“He’s having penis problems. Dad’s talking to him.” He takes a big bite of dessert while his legs swing under the chair.
“What do you mean he’s—”
“Mark.” Sophia shakes her head. “Normal boy stuff. Let it go.”
Normal boy stuff, as she calls it, isn’t normal to a kid that age. I started jerking off when I was eight or nine and was obsessed with the sensation, but frustrated because my father walked in on my private moment and said I was doing it all wrong. Talk about a mind fuck at a young age. I hope Cove’s not saying shit like that to him. My father left my mother a week after he caught me yanking it, which gave me another reason to believe he left because of me.
“Mark, stop thinking about it.”
“Jesus, how do you always get inside my head?”
“You’re just shallow and easy to read,” she laughs.
“Yeah, I have a feeling that ‘shallow’ comment I made will haunt me forever,” Jules says. “So tell me, Sophia. What was Mark like when he was a kid?”
“No.” I point to my sister. “No stories.”
She ignores me. “He was awful and he used to beat me up. We hated one another.”
“No, I never hurt you,” I lie.
“And he’d laugh at me whenever I got in trouble. We really didn’t like one another until recently. Even now we argue. But, I do know he cares. It did take me a while to accept the way he shows his love... mmm, it’s a bit awkward.”
“Awkward?” I tease, knowing full well what she means.
“Yep. You express it in weird ways like trying to contro
l people’s lives. Head games are your specialty, but don’t worry.” She grins. “I realize it’s purely out of love because you’re nothing more than a twisted bastard.” She covers her mouth, realizing her foul language in front of her son, but he’s too busy eating his pie to notice. She turns back to Jules and continues with a different subject. “His favorite toy was a slingshot and I was his target.”
“No, none of this is true.”
“One time he managed to hit my back with a stone and it left a nasty welt.”
“Sophia, stop,” I request.
The four of us turn quickly as the sound of a high-pitched motor fills the room. A remote control toy helicopter flies above us and lands on the table. Xavier flies in next, sits next to Julia, and fills his mouth with a piece of pie.
“Hey girl, you wanna go for a ride in my copter?” he says, with peach syrup on his lips. That kid.
“Xav, be polite please,” Cove requests, tousling his son’s hair as he walks by. I assume when he sits and winks at his wife that all is well.
The boys eat quickly, like pigs at a trough. We enjoy a few minutes of silence while their mouths are full, until my sister sets down her fork and clears her throat.
I know something’s on the way.
“Mark, Cove and I wanted to tell you how much we appreciate everything you’ve done for us and the boys, but...” She pauses and looks down at the napkin that’s on her lap, lifting it to the table, unfolding then refolding it.
“But?”
Cove draws his attention away from the conversation by gliding a finger around the rim of glass and swirling the red liquid in the air, pretending not to listen, or care.
“We’re leaving in the morning,” she says.
“But you don’t have a flight for days.”
“I know,” she exhales. “Cove wants us to stay in a hotel next to the airport in Reno until—”
“That’s bullshit.” I throw my napkin on the table.
“Yeah mom, bullshit,” Dax says. “I want to stay here.”
“Me too, I want to go swimming. We didn’t have a family vote.”
“Yeah, how come no family vote?” Dax frowns.
“It will be two against two,” Cove says calmly to his son.
“That’s a tie. We need to flip a coin like we usually do,” Xavier whines.
“This isn’t a coin toss situation. Your mother and I are older so we get the final vote. We leave in the morning.”
“Ahh, this fucking sucks!” Daxton tosses his fork and pushes his chair away from the table, stomping off while his brother grabs his helicopter and follows close behind.
“They’ll be fine,” Cove says to Sophia.
“No, we won’t!” One of them shouts at the top of his lungs.
I stand and motion for Julia to join me, just as peeved as their kids and wanting to leave. My brother-in-law is a rude fucker. A discourteous, insulting, flippant little shit who can’t even give me a thank you for getting rid of Dayne Rosen.
“Nice meeting you,” Jules says, with no response from Cove.
“Nice seeing you, Sophia,” I say. “I’ll talk to you soon, if we don’t cross paths in the morning.” I kiss her cheek then reach my hand to Cove. He shakes it, but neither one of us will look at the other. “Be safe,” I say to them. “Keep your eyes open until you hear from me about Mera.”
Sophia nods and walks us to the door, then pulls me close for a hug. “Thank you, Mark,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. It’s not easy, you know? I hate seeing him so miserable. He wasn’t like this before we left... it’s just... we’ve been inside this place for so long, and he’s disturbed by what he saw on the boat... I am too, but he was actually there. I think he’s traumatized.”
“He’s dealt with a lot worse shit than that, considering the things I know about Dad.”
“Maybe so,” she says softly. “He’ll feel better once he gets back to St. Louis and can be around his business and friends. He’s lost complete control of his life by being here. This was my idea, I forced him to come, so I think it’s only fair that I should support him if he wants to stay in Reno and wait for a flight.”
“Yeah, I get it, but I’m not as much of a prick as he makes me out to be. I truly care for all of you.”
She nods. “I know, but you need to stop setting him off.”
“I brought wine, didn’t I?”
She pushes me into the corridor and closes the door. “Cove’s concerned that certain parts of your life will rub off on the boys. They’re at an impressionable age. Try and understand what he went through as a teenager and how worried he is that something could happen to them.”
“You can’t keep them in a bubble.”
“We can try.”
“Alright,” I rub my chin with a sigh, “maybe you can come out for Christmas. This area is beautiful and the hotel will have a forty-foot tree, plus I’ll have everything decked out in lights.”
“You should invite your son, not us, but we’ll think about it.” She turns to Jules and shakes her hand. “Keep my brother in line and out of prison. I’m rooting for you to stick around, but if he treats you like shit, feel free to break his face and leave the bastard.”
“Nice,” Jules laughs, “thanks for your permission.”
“Wonderful.” I roll my eyes. “Come along, ol’ red ass. We need to talk.”
My sister and I say one last goodbye. She heads inside as Jules and I walk back to my suite in silence.
I’m nervous for some reason. My heart’s racing, I have sweaty hands and blurred vision, and my breathing’s erratic. Fuck, maybe I should’ve got this bump on my head checked out. No, that wouldn’t account for all of these symptoms. I hope it’s not food poisoning. Wouldn’t that be ironic, if I got sick from the food in my own hotel? But, it’s not that either.
Jules takes my hand as we approach my door and my heart skyrockets out of control. It’s her. I’m feeling all dopey over a woman. I’d love to fuck her again, but I need at least another hour of downtime for my cock to work.
“Mark?”
“Hmm?” I mutter, punching my code into the door. She watches and I don’t bother trying to hide the numbers; she can come and go whenever she wants.
“Cove hates you.”
“No, Jules, he doesn’t. He hates himself. People who go through what he went through are really fucked up. I’ll spare you the details.”
She nods. “So what did you want to talk to me about?”
I open the door and allow her to walk ahead of me, looking down the corridor before slamming the door shut and locking her inside.
DAYS END
OUR FLESH MELDS under my heavy comforter. I had her clothes off in less than five seconds and was on top of her a moment later. We kissed and I licked her pussy until she had an astonishing orgasm. That’s what she called it. Astonishing. And now, my gun is pressed against the side of her head, the barrel caressing her temple, moving slowly toward her mouth.
“How much do you trust me?” I ask, pissed off that my dick isn’t hard. I want to fuck her so badly I can almost taste semen in my mouth. It wants out, but it isn’t flowing from my cock anytime soon, so it’s seeping out of every pore and orifice of my body. At least it feels that way.
I could start with a strap on, but I’m hoping playtime with my gun will get me hard instead. A gun is just as phallic as a dildo.
“I trust you more than any man I’ve ever been with,” she says.
“My princess.” I use my most erotic voice, inching the barrel between her teeth. “Show me.”
She takes the gun into her mouth, her eyes close, and she sucks it. Goddammit, she’s fucking sucking my gun.
I pull out, enjoying her tongue gliding along the barrel while her eyes reopen, on a search to see if I’m pleased and if I want more.
“You feel that?” I ask, rubbing my groin into her pussy. “Do it again. I’m creeping up.”
With the
slide pulled, I place the gun back in her mouth. There’s no cringe or wince present anywhere on her face. Swallowing hard, I watch her wet lips. She keeps her eyes on mine, flicks the tip then sets her hands to either side and takes it to the back of her throat.
“Uhh,” I exhale. “Yeah, that did it.”
The metal is drawn from her taut mouth and placed next to the bed.
“You liked that didn’t you?” I whisper, putting on a condom then pulling the covers over our heads. “Do you need me?”
“I do. Yes.”
Her orgasm was only a few minutes ago and when my finger slides into her sticky pussy, I can still feel the pulsations beating on my flesh. Being on top of her gives me the power I lost earlier. I deserve to do whatever the fuck I want right now, but she’s turned me into a pansy ass. Instead of pressing her face into the pillow and ramming her doggy style, I trail my tongue around her lips while rubbing my dick gently across her clit. It’s just as good... this is far from what my father would’ve ever allowed or how I remember fucking as a teen.
Her moans and warm breath caress my ear. Damn, I’m gonna cum before I even get inside her. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I should be lasting a little longer since we’ve been fucking like rabbits.
My arms rest next to her head as she holds my dick steadily in front of her pussy. Lifting her hips, I’m guided slowly inside.
There’s silence from both of us. We’re in total darkness. I hold my breath and her mouth presses to mine. Bloody hell.
An eruption inside my head brings my cock to life. Shit, it’s like that moment when Frankenstein gets shocked with a bolt of lightning. Fuck, I’m alive...
“Oh, Mark,” she says in a quick gasp as my body slides over hers, making sure to rub her clit with each movement. “Uh.”
But then, I slow to almost no motion at all. Yes... she wasn’t expecting those quick jerks to suddenly be delayed. I bet she’s never experienced a slow motion fuck. And I’m not talking about making love, I mean I’m fucking her in a gentle, gradual, dawdling way. It’s all a tease, a tantalizing and tormenting way for me to have all the power. Her hips lurch in search of more dick, an animalistic craving for Marcus Wild, but all she gets are short, light nudges.
