‘I know your biggest concern is the girls and, believe me, I appreciate that more than I can say. Especially in light of how their mother is using them right now. So this is what I’m going to do to address that. Right now they are with Eve three weeks of every month during the school year because Eve’s place is in the district boundaries and is only half a mile from their school. So in the week they’re with me, I’ll stay at my old place with them. Just until they’re both done with school. On breaks they can stay at our new place because I want them to be used to it and to understand, without any doubt, that you and are together. Yes, before you speak, yes, it will change their lives, but Kate, they’re not children, they’re smart, well-adjusted teenagers. Seventeen and fifteen, they know I love them, they know they’re my priority but they also realise I have a life. You can keep your condo or sell it, whichever you prefer. But I expect you to marry me by the end of this coming year. Counsellor, you may present your rebuttal.’ He waved a magnanimous hand at her.
She tumbled him to his back and climbed astride him.
‘Pickles?’
He groaned. ‘Up until that, this was going in a very nice direction. What about Eve?’
‘What about Eve, indeed. I’m going to be painfully and selfishly honest here. I’ve held my tongue because I love you and I don’t want to lose you or to look like an evil bitch. But, if you really do mean to marry me and for us to live together and not wait two more years, I have to get this all out.’
He sat up, leaning in to kiss her. ‘I want you to be honest with me. I love you, dumbass. You’re not going to lose me. We can work through just about anything.’
She nodded. ‘We’ll see how you feel when I’m done. It’s really all about Eve. Here’s my thing, Charles, I hate her. I want to punch her in the face every time I hear her stupid, whiny-baby-helpless-girl voice. She’s everything I have to prove I’m not when I’m on a case. She’s why women are judged so harshly.’
‘I agree. Now fuck me while you’re talking. It’s much easier to work out a solution with your cunt hugging my cock.’
She rose up and angled him the way she liked and slid down over him. He’d known she was ready, she always was when they were together and goddamn if that didn’t make a man puff his chest up a bit.
‘Such a multi-tasker. Back to the subject and don’t blame me if you can’t keep hard because we’re talking about her.’
He made a face. ‘You’re the one talking about her, but as long as it’s your body hovered over me, and your pussy around me, what the fuck do I care?’
She smiled and he relaxed a bit. ‘OK, then here goes. If I’m in, I’m in for real and for good. Which means I’m Mrs Dixon, capice? I’m your wife and I don’t share. That means if I take this step, it’s all the way. I don’t want to have Sunday dinner with your ex-wife. I never want to have dinner with her and I reserve the right to not go to events when I may have to see her. I don’t want her to have a key to my house, I don’t want her to ever enter it to start with. I know that makes me selfish but there it is.’
She adjusted herself and stretched above him. He lost his train of thought for a few moments and then remembered she was not only fucking him, but had agreed to both move in and marry him. He tried to keep the gloat off his face.
‘Don’t think I can’t see the gloat in your eyes. But let’s hold off on the end-zone dances for a few more minutes, shall we? If we move in together, your girls will lose some of that together time they have with you and her both. This will be because I can’t bear their mother. It will be my fault that they lose it. They will resent me, how could they not?’
‘You’re jumping to conclusions as well as getting lazy. Ride me while you’re talking. I can live with no Sunday dinners, which you have to admit rarely happen anyway.’
She rose up and slammed her body down on him several times, her breasts bouncing, her eyes sliding halfway closed. He felt her cunt change, slicken, get hotter as she rode. He had no plans to interrupt wherever she was going at that moment. He was putty in her hands, or between her thighs, whatever.
‘Weddings, funerals, graduations, these are the events I am willing to deal with her over. Oh and birthdays, but only if there’s no way around it. And by deal with, I mean I know she will be there too. It does not mean I’ll plan parties for these events with her. I will not spend Christmas or Valentine’s Day alone if we live together and I sure as hell won’t if we’re married. I will not sit at her table for Thanksgiving, nor do I want her at mine. This is non-negotiable. I don’t want her in my house eating my turkey and I’m not going to her place either. I’m not her friend. I don’t plan to pretend to be, nor do I want to be. I’ll be civil for the sake of your daughters, but that’s as far as it goes. Her behaviour this time has just gone too far. I don’t plan to call her up to chat and I don’t want to hear that voice on my answering machine. By the way, her parents are assholes too, no wonder she turned out the way she did. Same goes for them.’
She took one of
