Sarah
P.S. Our daughter’s name is Jordan. Jordan Avery.
I had already read that letter several times to know each word. I watched Jordan reading it now, her eyes flitting across the page as she read it a second time.
I could see her eyes beginning to water, she was gulping profusely; trying to stop the tears from choking her. When she looked up at me, her brown eyes were large and watery.
“So, are you saying that the fact he got shot right outside my apartment building, was pure coincidence?” she asked, and her hand shook as she gripped the letter in her hand.
I took a step towards her. I didn’t mean to upset her, I just thought that she deserved to know the truth.
“No, he was going to see you,” I replied. There were a few moments of complete silence while Jordan allowed the words to sink into her brain.
“He was coming to see me? How do you know this?” she asked in a squeaky voice.
“I found notes in his desk, he was looking up your address and trying to track you down,” I said and she shook her head.
“Why would he come to see me at five in the morning? None of this makes any sense!” she cried and collapsed back down on the couch again.
I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my jeans and stood over her. I didn’t want to explain this bit to her. I could sense how difficult this was for her already. The thought that she had watched her father being shot! That she had seen his dead body right in front of her home. That she never got to know her father at all.
“Fred knew that he was getting closer and closer to being killed by the Hell’s Drifters. They’d threatened him, like he’d received serious threats from them, and he didn’t want them following him to your home. He probably figured that early in the morning would be the best possible time,” I said and sat down beside her on the couch.
A fat tear rolled down Jordan’s cheek, and she didn’t even bother wiping it. She didn’t care anymore if I saw her crying.
“Was he coming to see me because he knew that his life was in danger? Because he thought he could die any time and he didn’t want to lose that opportunity?” she asked. She was glaring at me with her wide bloodshot eyes and I didn’t know what to say to her.
“Is that it? Was that his last wish before he died? To come and see me?” she repeated, and her voice became shriller and more high-pitched. I couldn’t do anything but stare at her in her silence.
Jordan broke down, covering her face with her hands. Her body shook as she sobbed and I threw my arms around her and pulled her to my chest. I was stroking her head, trying to make sure that she was warm enough, comfortable enough…
“I’m sorry, Jordan. I’m sorry that you had to find out this way,” I whispered.
“Somehow, I was content knowing that I still had my father—alive somewhere out there. That I had at least one parent. Now, I have no family. I don’t have the hope of finding my father and getting to know him. I have nobody!” Jordan sobbed, with her face pressed into my chest. Her voice was muffled, and I continued stroking her hair. I wanted to tell her that she had me, that I had no plans of abandoning her.
She was Fred’s daughter! She was his legacy and I couldn’t believe that I had found her. There was no way that I would let anything happen to her. I was falling for her already, and now, after I’d found out the truth about Fred—I worshipped her even more.
I cradled Jordan in my arms and she clung to me. Neither of us wanted to let go.
She looked up at me, and her cheeks were streaked with tears. She sniffed loudly and tried to compose herself a little before she spoke again.
“Tell me about my father, Rodeo. I want to know more about him,” she whispered and I reached out to stroke her cheeks with my thumbs. I nodded my head. Of course she deserved to know.
* * *
I’d been telling Jordan stories about Fred, and finally she had started laughing. She had stopped sobbing and she was listening to the stories intently.
“We should have probably stayed and helped them pick up all the boxes from the floor, but we just ran. We were too drunk to know what was going on,” I continued with the story and Jordan covered her mouth as she laughed. She was genuinely enjoying herself.
We’d been sitting on the couch and talking, and she looked down at her lap with a smile on her face. I tried to tell her as many funny stories about Fred that I could remember. Since she hadn’t known him at all, I wanted her to know the good stuff.
“He sounds like a funny man,” she said finally and I nodded my head.
“He was a good man too,” I added and she nodded her head.
“I sense that, from the way you all speak about him. I know Lila and Lewis were close to him too,” she said.
“He was a calm and composed person. It was very easy to talk to him. He always had time for us, and he was one of those people who genuinely cared,” I continued and there was a watery twinkle in Jordan’s eye.
“From the way that Lila talks about him, I can tell that he would have been a good father to me if only he’d got the chance,” she declared and I reached out and placed a hand on her knee.
“He would have been an amazing father. He was to us,” I said and our eyes met.
“I didn’t even realize that I was watching my father being shot. That he died right in front of my eyes,” she continued and I gulped.
“It’s probably better that way. Maybe that moment would have been a lot more painful for you if you’d known who he was,” I told her and Jordan nodded her head.
“Do you think the Hell’s Drifters know who I am?” she asked and I shook my head.
“No, if they did; they would have come after you a lot sooner. No, I think to them, you are just a witness who could get them in trouble with the cops because you saw the shooting,” I said and she licked her lips nervously and took in a deep breath.
“I don’t even want to imagine what was going through his head. He saw me at this window, now I understand why he looked so directly and confidently at me. I can still see him,” she said and her body jolted.
“That will be my last…my only memory of him,” she added in a quiet ghostly voice. I squeezed her knee and she came closer to me.
“Thank you for telling me, Rodeo,” she whispered.
Jordan was sitting on the couch in front of me, crouched on her knees with her legs underneath her. Our eyes were locked and my gaze dropped down to her heaving breasts.
It was weird for me that I’d had sex with Fred’s daughter. That I’d seen her naked and been inside her. I had no idea what Fred’s reaction would have been to that if he knew, if he was still here.
Jordan reached out her hand and sunk her fingers into my beard. She was trying to make sure that I didn’t look away from her.
“Does this change anything between us?” she asked abruptly, and for the first time in my life—I was feeling tongue-tied. I clenched my jaws and tried to think of what I could possibly respond with.
“I don’t know what Fred would have thought of us being together, but the one thing I know is that he would have wanted me to take care of you, to keep you safe,” I said and she drew herself closer to me. She was stroking my beard, my jaws, and just her touch was enough to make my cock hard.
“You’re already doing a pretty good job of that,” she whispered huskily.
She had brought her face dangerously close to mine, and I could feel the warmth of her body. My cock was throbbing in my pants. I was itching to reach out and cup her breasts.
“I don’t know if he would have liked me fucking his daughter. We were good friends, best friends…” I said and my voice trailed. Jordan had climbed up on my lap and now she was wrapping her arms around my neck. She was making it very hard for me to resist her advances. There was nothing about Jordan that could turn me off, that could distract me from wanting her body.
“Well, he isn’t here. And if he was, I’d like to think that he wouldn’t forbid me from getting what I wanted,” she said, continu
ing in that quiet sultry voice. I gulped, my body was taut, my muscles ached as I tried to resist her.
“No, you’d be his princess. He’d give you everything you wanted,” I grunted, trying to suppress my desires but Jordan started rolling her hips. I could feel her warm damp pussy stroking against my erect cock. She knew exactly what to do to have her way.
“I want you right now,” she said and we stared at each other for a second.
“Your wish is my command,” I growled and I clutched her face with both hands and pulled her to me. Our lips were on each others, my tongue was in her mouth and she pressed her body into me. I kissed her back wildly, tasting her mouth, my tongue plunged deep down her throat. My hands were all over her too, pulling off her blouse and peeling down her mini-skirt. Once she got me started, there was no way out. Now, that she’d told me what she wanted—I was going to give it to her. Wasn’t that what Fred would have wanted?
* * *
I lifted Jordan up off my lap and flipped her around, so that now her face was right above my cock. I had pulled all her clothes off already and I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her over me.
Her pussy was above my mouth and I stuck my tongue out and gave her folds a lick. Jordan moaned, and then I felt her hands on my cock. She was toying with the zipper on my jeans, slowly pulling it down.
I held her tightly above my head, and I dove my tongue into her pussy. Her sweet delicious juicy pussy opened up for me and my tongue thrust into her deep. Jordan twitched and moved in my arms, and then my cock was out, big and throbbing in her hands.
Her juices dripped out of her pussy and right on my tongue, and I lapped against her folds, breathing in her musky delicious scent.
Jordan was holding my cock with both her hands, rolling her hips and moaning. I could feel her hands beginning to stroke me, and I grew harder and throbbed stronger with her touch.
I nibbled her clit, and it was engorged and swollen while I licked her pussy. She had stretched her legs apart and then started wrapping her thighs around my head, supporting them on my shoulders. She felt as light as a feather to me as I held her over my head.
I was leaning back against the side of the couch, stretching myself out so she could have my cock in her mouth. Her tongue lapped against the tip of my cock, and her mouth stretched as she accommodated me.
It was an explosive feeling, to have my cock so big in her tiny stretched throat. She moaned as she started bobbing her head up and down, along the length of my cock. I could feel my body jolting. I couldn’t think. I just wanted her to come and I wanted to shoot straight into her mouth.
Jordan’s body was soft and comforting, my hands clutched her waist tightly as I ate her out. Her pussy throbbed against my tongue and I stuck my tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy.
I was filling up her throat too, as she moved her head up and down. Her hands were on my balls next and she gently cradled and caressed them. It was insane, I could feel myself shaking and writhing with the animalistic need to just come. But I wasn’t going to come before her.
I licked her pussy rapidly, my thumb found her clit and I was working her up to an orgasm. Jordan moaned, but it was a muffled moan as she tried to keep pushing my cock deeper into her throat.
I pulled my lips away from her throbbing swollen pussy to say, “come for me.”
She followed my command, letting herself go and my tongue was still inside her pussy, pushing deeper into it as she came. Jordan’s body jolted, and she pulled her mouth away from my cock as she orgasmed. My thumb continued to stroke and tease her clit and my tongue dove in and out of her pussy.
Jordan moaned and her body rose and fell. Her thighs had tightened with a death grip around my neck and I licked her harder. I could feel her coming, her juices were trickling out of her pussy into my mouth in a gush. She had bunched up my jeans in her fists and her body shook. And then suddenly, she began to relax. She was coming down from her orgasm, and I smiled as I licked her folds lightly.
But she wasn’t going to just let me off the hook. She was poised to give me a taste of her own medicine. Within seconds of her body relaxing again, she moved her head down over my cock, pushing it deep into her throat.
I growled and wrapped my arms around her waist. Jordan was moaning lightly as my cock pushed. I couldn’t control myself any longer, I thrust it deeper in and out of her mouth, gagging her, choking her as I pushed myself over the edge.
Jordan’s body was like a magnet, I couldn’t stay away from it—I was drawn to her pussy, to her mouth, to her laugh. Everything this woman did, set my body on fire. I didn’t care that my cock was inside Fred’s daughter’s mouth—all I cared about right now, was coming.
She bobbed her head up and down till I felt myself release with force. She moaned as I shot, my seed seeping out into her mouth. I could hear the sound of her gulping down my cum. I reached for her belly underneath, stroking her navel, her waist, cupping her swinging voluptuous breasts as my body shook. I emptied myself right inside Jordan’s mouth and she kept slowly moving her mouth up and down the length of my cock.
I fell back on the couch when I was done. I was still inside her mouth, and my cock throbbed, dripping out the last drops of cum. Jordan groaned and then slid her mouth up and my cock slipped out of her.
She moved, her body was warm and there were goosebumps on her skin everywhere as she began to settle herself down on my lap again.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were bright—she looked excited as she snuggled into my arms.
It was a quiet moment, as we huddled up together. Neither of us wanted to speak. Reality was just hitting me, that I had just shot my cum down Fred’s daughter’s throat. I couldn’t stop feeling like I had somehow been disrespectful to him, that I had done something that he would have been angry with me for.
Jordan placed her cheek on my chest, wrapping her arms tightly around me as she remained there.
“Thank you, Rodeo, I really needed that,” she mumbled.
18
Jordan
I lost track of how much time I spent in Rodeo’s arms. I needed to be held, and he did just that. Rodeo had not initially come across as the kind of man who would be happy to just cuddle after sex, but that was exactly what he was doing. I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to wander.
I had just found out that my father was dead, that I’d watched him being shot and now the men who had killed him, were after me. This was a lot to process. Just when I thought that I could get my life back on track again, that I might just be able to get over the death of my mother—I had a new tragedy to deal with.
I couldn’t stop the waves of emotions rushing through my veins. nothing was making sense to me anymore. Mom had never spoken about Fred, about my father, and yet she had written to him—evidently, he had sent her many letters too over the years.
What had she done with those letters? I’d cleaned out our old house after she died, before I moved into this apartment. I had never found those letters, or any evidence of a relationship with Fred. Had she destroyed those letters? Was she that careful about protecting Fred’s identity from me—because she never wanted me to get involved in his life?
I wished she hadn’t. I wished that Fred hadn’t been so careful either. I would have much preferred to have a father in my life, I didn’t care about the threat anymore. No matter how hard my parents had tried to protect me from the Hell’s Drifters; they had found their way into my life nonetheless. They had managed to do exactly what Fred and mom had spent their lives trying to protect me from. They were trying to kill me.
I shuddered in Rodeo’s arms as he held me, and he squeezed me harder. It was an instant relief, just knowing that he had his arms around me, that I would always be safe as long as he was a part of my life. How long would he be a part of my life?
I glanced at him, he was staring straight ahead firmly and I could sense that he was thinking about my father too. Was Rodeo here now because he felt an even deeper sense of
responsibility towards me? Could we base a working relationship on just that?
I gulped and snuggled myself tighter into his arms. I wanted Rodeo, I had never been as attracted to another man before. He made me feel safe, like nothing and nobody could touch me. Around him, my body was always on fire. I couldn’t stop wanting him. But did he feel the same about me? Or was he here now just because he’d found out that I was Fred’s daughter?
I tried to push those thoughts out of my head. This wasn’t the time to think about a romantic involvement or how it felt to have Rodeo’s cock inside me. There was imminent danger in both our lives right now, and that was the important thing to overcome. I didn’t want to complicate matters for Rodeo by trying to discuss a relationship, even though that was exactly what I wanted to do.
I moved, pulling my arms away from him. I sat up on the couch to face him now and his dark blue eyes bore into me fiercely. I could see that he was just as enraged, thinking about Fred as I was.
“You are beautiful,” he said instead, and his voice was angry. He said it matter-of-factly; not as a compliment. My cheeks flushed, as he reached out and placed a strong warm hand on my jaw.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to Fred’s daughter. I couldn’t take a bullet for him, but I’ll take one for you, Jordan,” Rodeo continued in a gruff voice. I was staring at him, I suddenly didn’t feel as afraid anymore. Now that I knew that those men had killed my father, that I had watched him die. I was more angry than I was frightened.
“I don’t want you to take a bullet for me, Rodeo,” I said and he furrowed his brows.
“I want you to find that man and I want you to kill him,” I said. I was trying to sound as confident as possible. I had squared my shoulders and stuck my chin up in the air. I wanted Rodeo to know how serious I was about what I was saying.
He seemed surprised by what I just said. This was exactly what he had been declaring since I first met him—that he wanted to kill the man who had killed Fred. He just wasn’t expecting to hear it from me.
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