Ruthie comes out of the bedroom with a suitcase in one hand, keys to her car in the other. She pulls this shit every damn time I’ve gone on the road. “Fuck you, James,” she spits her venom at me on her way to the front door.
“Don’t let the door hit you where the good lord split you,” I mutter.
“Bye, Daddy.”
“Be good, kid. See you next week.”
Rochelle gives me a weak smile and follows her cunt mother out the door. I don’t relax until I hear the car back out the driveway and the tires squeal as Ruthie peels out in her red Corvette. She always has driven the damn thing too fuckin’ fast.
I glance at the clock. Not even seven. I should grab a shower and head to the clubhouse. Only came home to see Rochelle anyway, and she ain’t gonna be here. Not that she wants to hang with me much these days. Being a teenager means her life revolves around school, her friends, and boys. She’s too cool for her old man.
A car door slams, and I get up off the couch. Ruthie must’ve forgot something or came back to yell some more. My head is pounding after all her damn screeching. A fist raps against the front door. I swing the door open and find Alexa, one of my kid’s friends in tears as a car speeds away.
“Where’s, Ro?” she peers up at me, another tear sliding down her cheek as she hiccups.
“Gone.” I go to shut the door. I’m not in the mood to deal with her problems on top of mine, but she shoves past me with her black nylon sports bag slung over her shoulder.
“Well, I’ll just wait for her then.” She starts down the hall toward Rochelle’s room. Her cheerleading skirt swishing as her hips sway, showing hints of her ass cheeks. Fucking hell. The sight is one that’s etched into my brain. Alexa loves skirts that show her ass, and I’m a filthy bastard who loves getting his eyes full of the sinful sight.
“Not gonna happen. She’s gone to her Nan’s for the weekend or longer. Go call your mom to come pick you up.”
“I can’t. They aren’t home. Todd dropped me here. Ro said I could stay over. Ruthie said it was okay.”
“Like I said, Alexa, Rochelle isn’t home and won’t be. You can’t stay. Wouldn’t be right.”
“You won’t even know I’m here. I swear it. Please. I don’t have anywhere else.” She wipes at her cheek with the sleeve of her hoodie.
“Call whoever in the fuck Todd is then.”
“He dumped me.” Alexa sniffles.
“Hell, stop your crying.”
“You don’t even know what kind of day I’ve had. My mom threatened to throw me out because she found an ounce of weed in my room, but it wasn’t mine. It was Todd’s. Mom flushed it and he got mad at me. Said he still owed money for it.”
“I’ll take you to another friend.”
“I don’t have anyone but Ro.”
I scrub a palm along my jaw. “Fine. But not a peep. You don’t have anyone over. I’m going out for the night. I’ll order you a pizza before I go and leave money on the counter for you. No boys. No dumb shit.”
“Thank you, Mr.—”
“None of that Mr. shit. Told you before to call me James.”
“James.” She smiles, throwing her arms around my neck, squishing her tits against my arm. Her soft pink lips meet my cheek, and I pull back.
“Whatever.” I shove her away and go to grab that shower. I feel weird having Alexa here with Ruthie and Rochelle gone. Makes me feel dirty as fuck. Alexa doesn’t look like no damn high school girl. She’s a few years older than Rochelle and I told my wife letting them be friends was a bad idea. Older friends means older boys. But they cheer together and are always attached at the damn hip.
Alexa is one of them girls you know is pure trouble just by looking at her. Big tits, thick hips, and ass for days. Long blonde hair, pretty green eyes. The kind of girl who’d get a man thrown in jail if he wasn’t careful. I know I shouldn’t look at her the way I do. I know it and she knows it. She loves the attention and I’m sorry enough of a bastard to give it to her.
Alexa’s daddy never took her over his knee and busted her ass for misbehaving. Maybe if he had she wouldn’t constantly be in trouble. I keep tabs on her because her and Rochelle are close. Can’t have her dragging my kid into her shit. Alexa hangs with a bad crowd. Shit for brains like Todd who hand their weed off to a teenager to keep from getting caught with it.
Stripping down I get in the shower, trying to erase the past hour. Trying to drown out the sound of Ruthie nagging in my ear. Trying to forget that my cock twitched at the sight of Alexa’s ass cheeks under that skirt.
I’ve always been faithful since I put a ring on Ruthie’s finger. I made a promise to her old man that I’d do right by her. Keith “Lion” Gibson is a mean ass prick. He’d rather put a bullet between your eyes than deal with any bullshit. I know better than to wet my dick anywhere but between his daughter’s thighs and he made damn sure everyone else knows it too. I put up with the asshole and pray for the day he takes his dying breaths. Even now I still remember him rolling up my parents’ driveway when he found out I’d knocked up his youngest daughter. Nearly pissed my pants.
He didn’t
