Suddenly Harlyn’s expression softened. “You know, Quinn’s right. We don’t even know if it’s really our mom. Probably just a passerby. Just delete it. It doesn’t matter. And now, everyone, I feel like you all should be coming in class… I mean, going to class.”
The crowd broke into giggles while I rolled my eyes and continued my way, making sure it didn’t look as if I was running.
Even though that was what I wanted to do. Silvercrest had never gotten to me before. I could handle whatever they were threw at me, but as I pulled out my cell and took a deep breath to steel myself against whatever Harlyn had shared with me, I knew this was about to change.
Silvercrest wasn’t my home per se, and I’d never found any close friends here because I wasn’t into drugs and partying, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to feel at least some sort of belonging.
And as I opened the video, I knew that this would be what could get my mother kicked out of the house we lived in.
Affairs were one thing if kept in private, but the video? The video I just saw showed my mother, morning gown hanging open over her naked breasts as she leaned back on a bike, someone in black leather kneeling in front of her.
There was no question what he was doing, and no question about where it was happening: our driveway, and while it was clearly filmed from some bushes because you couldn’t see that spot from the street, no one would think this to be a B&E.
I turned off the video, deciding that I needed to get home now.
Kip
I rolled over, sweaty and satiated although I had to admit it had been easier sleeping with Corinne Jones when I’d taken her from behind.
For years her face had haunted me, had made me angry, and while that still was the case, I was here to get my revenge.
Pulling out my cell I flipped through the photos I’d taken: my tattoo-covered hand in her hair, pulling it back as I fucked her from behind, taking her hard, making her cry out.
I also had some of my dick sliding into her while she’d given me a coy smile over her shoulder.
My favorite had to be when she’d knelt for me, swallowing me down like the good little slut I knew she’d be. I’d even managed to catch the framed picture of her and her husband in the shot.
Damn, I should get paid for taking photographs like that.
Oh, right, I am being paid for that.
The bitch fell asleep, her constitution no match for mine, and I got up, walking out of the marital bed before snapping one last picture of her, spread-out and cum-covered, then I left. I didn’t care about walking naked through the house. Corinne had made sure there was no one here, and even if, I knew how staff worked: You paid them enough and they were loyal to whoever had the most money.
As I made my way down the Jones’ grand staircase I wondered if the little show I’d initiated outside had made its rounds yet the way I expected it to.
I had the video on my phone and I’d check it out later. Knowing where the security cameras were—again, staff was heavily underpaid here—I made sure you couldn’t see my face. I found my pants next to the bannister, my boxer shorts still inside, and pulled those on first before searching for my shirt.
Had we lost that when I’d finger-fucked her on the kitchen counter or was in the office of her husband? I retraced the steps we’d gone and found my things one after the other until pulling on my helmet behind the front door.
I clipped it closed before lifting the visor, grabbing my keys and making my way outside. The sun was shining and, in the distance, I heard the ocean waves roll in.
Damn, Silvercrest was a beautiful town, but I was only here to extract my and my sponsor’s revenge.
“Who the fuck are you?”
I froze just as I got my bike ready and lifted my eyes from the open sandals and pink toe nails up a long skirt and a white knitted sweater, just barely giving you an idea about the incredible body it hit.
The finishing touches were long, blonde tresses and angry dark eyes.
The air left my lungs as if I’d been knocked into my stomach. When coming here I hadn’t considered that I’d be coming vis-a-vis with the second face that haunted me since back then: Anabelle.
Maybe it had been naive of me not to expect her to be here, but something had made me believe she’d be away at some boarding school.
“I’m talking to you, asshat,” she snarled, coming closer. “How dare you do that to my mother, and in the driveway no less?”
Ah yes, the video had made its rounds and it clearly was good enough to let people know whom had been enjoying themselves in the privacy of their homes.
God, Belle was beautiful. I was tempted to pull off my helmet, to let her know whom she was facing, but I knew that it wouldn’t get me a favorable position with her.
Not right now, not when she saw me as the guy who’d helped her mother cheat.
Instead I decided to play it off cool, to make her turn away from me even while I planned on meeting her on neutral ground. Coming here she hadn’t been part of the plan, but now I couldn’t help but want to get to know her again. I cocked my head, glad I’d shut the visor before pushing the key into the engine. “I can give you the same pleasure. You know, I have much more endurance than your mother.” I pointed over my shoulder, my voice muffled by the helmet and yet clear enough so she would get my drift.
“Tell me she had the decency to take you
