“Oh fuck, yeah,” he sighed again, his eyes closing.
He was right. The slow slide of his cock felt deliciously sensual. I swore I could feel every ridge, every pulse of his dick, as I inched deeper and deeper over him. Finally, he was completely seeped inside me.
“What do you like?” I asked.
“Do what feels good to you, baby. I’ll just come along for the ride.” His hands rested on my thighs. “You’re in control.”
I had a sense of what to do, but having never done it, I felt self-conscious. But Dylan waited. He didn’t grip my hips to help me move. He didn’t rock his pelvis. He waited, his dark eyes watching me.
I squeezed my pussy, and he hissed. I rocked my hips, and he bit his lower lip. I rose up and then lowered down again, and he groaned. With his sounds and facial expressions as a guide, I moved over him, loving how he responded to my body.
I wanted to draw out the pleasure, but my body had other ideas. It pushed me to move more, faster, harder as need coiled tighter and tighter.
“That’s right baby … so good … you feel so good.” His fingers flexed and then gripped my thighs harder. “You’re going to make me come …”
His words urged me on, and I rode him hard. My thighs burned, but I didn’t care.
“Oh, fuck!” His upper body lurched, and then his hips bucked up, and the sensation of warm liquid filled my pussy. To me, that was the most erotic part about sex: when Dylan came and filled me with his essence. I threw my head back as my own orgasm shot through me. I rode the wave of pleasure until completely spent, and then collapsed on his chest.
His hand caressed my back. We lay entwined for a while until I moved to lay next to him. It was so lovely to lay quietly in his arms. It felt like home. I inhaled a deep breath as I reminded myself, yet again, that this wasn’t home.
“You totally distracted me so well that I forgot to apologize,” he said.
“Oh, for what?”
“For how I’ve been. You’re helping me and I’ve been surly and rude.”
“I understand.”
He was quiet for a moment. “I don’t mean to snap at you. I appreciate all you’re doing and I don’t want to hurt you.”
There was a ‘but’ coming, I could tell.
“But I meant it that what happens in this custody case is all my decision. That’s not to say that you can’t offer input, but you don’t have any say.”
It was amazing how quickly he could make me feel like a queen, and then in a single statement, hurt me so deeply.
“I understand.” I took a minute to decide if I wanted to tell him what I was thinking. Deciding I had nothing to lose and it was important to Maisie’s well-being, I said, “I accept that all decisions will be yours, but if I think something could impact Maisie, I’m going to say it.”
I felt him stiffen. “You think I’d hurt her?”
“Not on purpose. You’ve been great with how you talk about Veronica especially in front of Maisie, but I can see you’re hitting your limit. Veronica is Maisie’s mother, and you don’t want to do anything that in the future could make Maisie resent you.”
“This is un-fucking-believable.” He moved away from me. “What about Maisie resenting Veronica?”
“If Veronica succeeds, that will probably happen, but I don’t care about Veronica. I care about you and Maisie.”
He got out of bed, and slipped on a pair of sweats. “I’m not in this for your caring, Tessa. You’re here to make the judge happy that Maisie has a stable home. I’ve raised Maisie alone for nearly three years. I think I can manage it further without your insights and interference.”
I took a moment to stay calm, even as tears of pain and anger threatened. But I wasn’t able to completely hide my feelings. “I’d leave as you clearly don’t want me here, but then it might impact your father of the year award.”
“I am a good father!”
I felt bad for being so snarky because the truth was, he was a good father. He was just a shitty fake husband.
“You are a good father, Dylan.” Not knowing what else to say, I turned over to go to sleep, even though I knew I wouldn’t.
20
Dylan
I sat on the couch staring at the TV, but not watching whatever was showing on it. I couldn’t sort out my feelings. Yes, I hurt Tessa again by being an asshole. It was stupid, because she’d completely upended her life, and apparently was willing to put her education on hold to help me and Maisie. I needed to apologize. Grovel, even.
But another part of me stood firm in my belief that I was the sole decision maker and that my choices were right. Why should I take the higher ground in this custody case when I had no doubt that Veronica, with the help of Leo’s money, would fight dirty too? I was a good person, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have skeletons. What if she told the court how I’d been abused as a child? How my mother wasn’t able to control me very well when I was a teenager, and I got into a few scraps? These are things I’d told Veronica when she and I had been together. Now she could use them against me. Statistically, abusers were once abused, and therefore, as someone who was abused, I’d be considered a risk to do the same to Maisie. If Maisie fell off the swing, would Veronica accuse me of hurting her? I couldn’t sit back and hope that fairness would prevail. I had to fight for Maisie and my rights.
I believed Tessa cared for us. I was certain she loved Maisie, and there were times I thought she loved me. A part of me wanted to know for sure,
