Page 41 of Hale's Pawn
I shut my eyes with my head resting at the edge of the hot tub. I love the feeling of the bubbles as they massage my body and the heat of the hot tub heals me. I slowly move along with the music quietly playing in the background. This is the life. I feel as the water ripples and I don’t have to open my eyes to know that Oran is the one that’s right in between my legs. I feel his kisses on my neck and I moan. Big Sean’s I Don’t F*ck With You comes on and I laugh.
“What’s so funny?” he asks as he slips his arm around my waist, turning us.
“This song has you written all over it. It could be your theme song and you have no clue, you know that?”
“Yeah?” Oran asks. I don’t know if this man wants to write the book on sex appeal but, damn, I’d let him.
Oran turns me again, my back to his front, and his hands travel until they reach my legs. He opens them and he slips my one-piece bathing suit to the side. Before he can even touch me, I hear a moan. My eyes pop open and Karessa is fucking Jagger. Her head is thrown back as she’s lost in the moment, but I can tell she doesn’t care whether me or Oran are here. This isn’t like the wedding where there’s a mirror separating us, there isn’t anything in front of us except water and the size of the hot tub. Jagger looks up at me as he sucks Karessa’s earlobe and plays with her nipple over her bathing suit.
“You think that’s hot, baby?” Oran asks me as he nips at my exposed shoulder. He starts to play with my pussy and I throw my head back.
“Yes, Oran, yeah, it’s hot,” I answer. The feel of his hardened dick right under me lets me know he thinks it’s hot too. He’s enjoying what Karessa is doing and what’s being done to her.
Oran’s other hand grabs at the nape of my neck and makes me look right at them. Jagger’s fingers disappear under the water and Karessa hums, then moans. “Oh, Jagger… I need more,” Karessa moans.
I drop my head, not able to handle what Oran is doing to me. “No, no, sweetheart, don’t you run from this. I know you want this. If you want to cum, Ainslee, keep looking up,” Oran says to me. I look up as Jagger takes over. I know he’s fucking Karessa now with the way the water is rippling right above. I shudder as Oran teases me with the same rhythm as Jagger.
“I can’t… Oran, I can’t hang on any longer,” I admit.
Oran moves his hand to the front of my neck. “I see the look in your eyes and I’m here to tell you that you’ll get exactly what you’re yearning for. I’ll give it all to you.” He makes me look up at him and he kisses me hard while speeding up his movements. He doesn’t stop until I moan in his mouth, the same time as Karessa does.
21
Ainslee
The weekend getawaywas so worth it. Coming back to Founder’s, I feel refreshed. I ignored my mother’s messages about having a family dinner but when my father calls me, I accept right away. Maybe it’s the joy of Oran telling me about the honeymoon to Cancun or simply that my dad wants to see us.
We haven’t had family dinners in awhile so it makes me wonder what this is about, but I’m glad that it’s before we go on this honeymoon that Oran and Jagger surprised Karessa and I with. I don’t have to knock as I enter the house. “In all the years that I’ve been to Jagger’s house, I don’t think we’ve ever come in here,” Oran says as we walk past the foyer.
I snicker. “Yeah? Well, you weren’t old enough to be invited here. Dad doesn’t have too many friends and well, mom is… mom.”
Oran makes a face but says nothing more about my mom. I know he wants to but he remains quiet instead. We walk to where the dining room is in and once we get in, I am met by my family sitting already. Markos, Mikonos, and my father on one end of the table and my mother on the other end. Her blonde hair is coiffed to perfection as she has it pulled back into a high ponytail, showing off the definition of her face. Her and I don’t look alike much, but there are features still there, especially when her hair is out of her face. My mother doesn’t even acknowledge me, which isn’t hard to believe since she’s probably told some lies about being mad at me.
“Hi, dad.”
My dad is still studying my mom and then he turns his eyes on me. “You look good, healthy and happy. I’m happy to see that,” he says to me as a way of saying Oran is good for me.
“Thank you,” I reply.
“Oran Hale,” my father calls his name out. “You look healthy, son.” My eyes widen.
Oran thanks my dad, but he has no clue what any of it means. My father has never called anyone outside of the two men now sitting across from me son. The dinner is calm and quiet until dessert comes around.
“Ainslee, can I talk to you for a minute alone?” my mother asks.
I open my mouth to speak but Oran beats me to it. “No, you may not.”
I turn to look at him. I’m not mad, I’m just in shock. My eyes widen and I see the train fall off its tracks even before it happens. I place my hand over his wrist but Oran looks away from me.
“What does that mean? She’s still my daughter and you’re in my house, I will be respected,” my mother speaks out.
“What’s your beef with my wife?” my dad asks, sitting back.
He’s not the type to ever flip the fuck out. He takes delight in hearing people out before they die. I don’t know if that’s a genius thing, or a flaw, or maybe it makes him a sociopath. “We have no beef,” my mother answers quickly.
“Now, now, Tasha, let the man speak. We don’t let others not speak. The man’s obviously got a lot on his mind. Go ahead, son, tell me the beef that needs to be brought up right now?” My father leans back in his chair. Markos and Mikonos act like they’re not part of the damn conversation.
“I just think that it’s rather fucking odd that she would want to talk to my wife alone. Everytime she talks to her alone, Ainslee ends up with some sort of fucking bruise on her.”
