Page 12 of Possessing Her

“Is that so?” he plays into Seb’s comment while maneuvering me away from his car, holding me close as he clicks the button on the key fob to unlock my car.

“Yep.” I roll my eyes at the two guys messing with me.

“I guess I’ll just stand here,” I state, waiting on them to do their thing.

“And look pretty,” Johnny says, ducking into my car and starting the engine. I’m trying to remember the last time I cleaned the inside. I’m sure there are shoes, toys, and more clothes from our travels than ever.

“That’s exactly what I’ll do.” During the shuffle, I had the forethought to close the doors as to not let the air conditioning out and make his vehicle hotter than it needs to be.

“Alright, help me get him settled into his seat.” We work together, Johnny watching methodically as Sebastian buckles himself into the five-point harness car seat. I tighten the straps, and then he helps me into my car, stealing another kiss that throws me for a loop. It’s not until I’m driving down the road that I realize we’ve basically slid back into our old routine, this time with the added bonus of Sebastian.

8

JOHNNY

“You get your shit fixed?” Dad asks me as Mom gets Sebastian and Winnie settled. She’s bustling around, asking who needs food or who wants a drink. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that my wife has lost weight, too fucking much weight. The places she lost it the most are the ones I love the most. Her ass, tits, and stomach are gone. I didn’t give a goddamn about her weight, but she did, and it took me worshipping her body, showing her, telling her, and keeping her fed to make her see that. Then there were times she’d talk down on herself, and I’d have to restart the process all over again. It usually happened after a run-in with Melanie, or a certain day of the year would hit and bring back some fucked-up memory.

“Getting there. Never been happier with Mom and her pushiness until today. Cristo, padre, she’s been put through the goddamn wringer,” I tell my father, who’s sitting in the living room with a clear view into the kitchen, where there’s more activity on a Monday than ever before. My parents could have moved into a newer house, they could have put in multiple upgrades throughout the years, and I’ve even offered them a place in my building. They’ve always said no, whether it’sbecause of their stubborn pride or Mom’s insistence that if it’s not broken, you don’t fix it. She doesn’t elaborate, and I know enough to not push the subject.

“And yet, she’s still standing. As for your mom, she’s tenacious. When she brings you into the family, she brings you into her fold. You knew that when you brought Winnie home.” Dad taught me a long time ago that you don’t bring a woman home unless you intend to keep her forever. I knew after one interaction with Winnie she’d be mine. Her witty banter, how she saw through my words and pegged me in under ten minutes. Then I took her home. The last way to know if you’re compatible is in bed, where she met every damn dirty need I could ever imagine. Winnie likes being dominated, she likes it rough and raw, and she has no problem giving up control.

“Glad for it, too. I guess I better join them, or I’m going to miss out on the food. Winnie told me that Sebastian is hitting a growth spurt. She can’t keep him fed enough without him complaining he’s hungry.” At the park, he tore through every last snack Winnie packed, drank all of his water, then a lot of hers, and promptly passed out. When he woke up, we separated vehicles and came to my parents’. That’s when I realized I made a crucial mistake. The minute Winnie parked her car, she flew into action. I’d gone to help, but she’d already had Sebastian out of his seat, and he ran as fast as he could to the first available tree out of sight to relieve himself.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Winnie looked from where he was taking care of business to me, shrugged her shoulders, and rolled with it. A boy’s gotta go when he’s gotta go.

“Yeah, you went through that a time or ten. At one point, we felt like our paychecks went straight to your stomach.” Dad chuckles before continuing, “Though, I think the fact your wife can’t cook probably has Seb eating way more when he’s got a meal that doesn’t consist of the basics.” Son of a bitch, I almostforgot about that and the time she about burned the apartment down while trying to boil water. There was also another time when she had the burner on, no oil, no butter, and decided it would be a great idea to add cayenne pepper to the pan. Winnie might as well have opened a can of tear gas; no amount of ventilation took away the need to use a towel or your shirt as a mask. I opened the doors to the balcony, and it still didn’t help air out the apartment. It meant one of us had to wade through our place, grab a menu to the local Chinese restaurant, and order in. We ate our dinner outside that night, and I took her rights away to use the gas range.

“Can’t have it all. When she lived with me, I didn’t have to worry about that as much. I guess I’m picking it back up again instead of eating for a party of one where it’s easier to swing by here, grab a few easy meals to make at home, or order takeout.” Now that I think about it, there’s not a fucking thing to eat at the apartment. There’s no bedroom for a child, only a spare room with a queen-size bed, nightstand, and dresser. The place is nowhere near ready for a toddler, and I have a feeling I’m going to be calling in the big guns once I’ve got Winnie and Seb under my roof permanently.

“We’d want you here on Sundays all the same, all three of you. The family, and I’m sure your friends, are going to take care of you all, too, especially with Sebastian in tow.” Which means I’ve got about one maybe two days max before everyone converges on us. Plus, there’s Jagger, who will undoubtedly try to hoard my wife.

“We’ll be here. We still have a lot to talk about. We’ve only touched the tip of the iceberg, got as far as Melanie being gone, Winnie finding her, and the slightest bit of what she’s been through.” Dad shakes his head.

“Mijo.” A look comes over him that ages my relatively young father in the blink of an eye. The palm of his hand cups my neck,and I know shit is ten times worse than I could ever fucking imagine. “Your woman, she’s been through it.” My mind goes in a completely different direction, causing my muscles to tighten and anger to take hold. Melanie and her never-ending drug use, which meant doing anything in her means to get money to buy her drugs. I don’t even want to think about the position Winnie has been put in, let alone what Mel did in order to achieve that high she’d been chasing.

“Padre.” I close my eyes, worry settling so deep I’m not sure where it begins and where it fucking ends. Goddamn, I want to wrap my woman and her boy up, hold them tightly so nothing else bad can touch them.

“Not what you’re thinking. Physically, Winn is good. The emotional toll and I’m assuming verbal abuse she went through, it leaves scars. Then you’ve got Sebastian. No telling what else lies beneath the surface. When your mom would talk to her, she kept it short and sweet. A picture here, an update there, but she’d redirect the conversation to anyone and anything else besides herself. She’ll unload, and when she does, I know my boy has strong enough shoulders to carry her burden, sí?”

“Yeah. You mind watching Sebastian for the afternoon, maybe overnight?” I ask before clearing it with Winnie or Mom. I’d never go around her, and if she puts her foot down, I’ll spend the night here. Though, the couch fucking sucks. The one item Mom did replace, and it’s awfully uncomfortable, so much so Dad went out and bought a recliner the next day.

“It’s alright with me. We’re not doing anything. Your mom is in heaven as it is. She might be more ticked you’re taking away her second daughter when she only got her back.”

“Hey, I hope I’m not interrupting.” Winnie stands beside me, whereas before shit went to hell, she’d wrap her arms around her waist. After our kiss earlier, I’d assumed she would do similar, but it seems I’m going to be making all the first moves. Which iswhy I pull her in front of me, wrap my arm around her chest, and hold her to me. I’m unsure if this scenario is for me or for her. Whatever the fuck it is, I’m glad for it.

“Never,” I state. Her body relaxes, and some of the tension from talking to my dad dissipates as well.

“I’ll let you two talk a minute. Think I’ll find me some food with my boy.” Dad winks at Winn before heading toward Sebastian and Mom. I wait till he’s out of earshot before I talk about tonight.

“Johnny.” Fuck me, the way she says my name has my cock standing at attention. More than ever, I’d love nothing more than to disappear with my wife away from prying eyes. The need to remind her she’s mine and to forget about the outside world is at the forefront of my mind. Especially when she wiggles her ass in a way I haven’t had in too damn long.

“Mi esposa,” I groan deeply from my chest. She turns around, doing nothing to stop my dick from twitching, and then Winn goes and does it, willingly touching me, placing her hands on my chest, dainty fingers digging into the muscles, and giving me her baby blues.

“Hi,” she says softly.

“Hey, you good?” I ask.

“I am.” I’m rewarded with a small smile. It does nothing for the dark purple circles beneath her eyes. Soon, those will be gone, and the only reason she’ll be tired is from me keeping her up at night.

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