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I snorted.Yeah, sure, take care of me.
“You going to pay me to stop crying too?”
“Fuck sakes.” His head flopped back with a loud groan. “I told you, I had reasons for doing that.”
I pushed myself away from his chest and snarled, “What possible reason could you have to treat someone like a whore?”
“Parker,” a woman’s voice wafted down the stairs, “There’s an old black woman standing in our driveway.”
“You’re about to find out,” he muttered.
Chapter 11
Parker
Preston once told me, the more you suffer, the more it shows you really care. Of course, it was right after he killed my dog, so it was more of a ‘deal with it’ than some rare piece of insightful advice. But as I led Lana up those stairs, that’s all I could think about. My mother’s views pissed a lot of people off. That wasn’t why I hated my mother. Honestly, I could care less what other people thought, my friends included. The girl I was leading through my house however… I looked down at Lana and wished my mother would be able to keep her mouth shut for once in her damn life.
The first voice I heard wasn’t my mothers’.
“Where is my granddaughter?” Lana’s Nan did not sound happy. Then again, she was in a room with my mother. “I know you did something to her.”
“If you people took better care of your offspring, we wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place.”
I rolled my eyes at my mother’s response, though when it came to her, I supposed that was tactful.
“Are you saying this is my Lana’s fault?”
“Well, it certainly isn’t Parker’s. My boy would never go near your granddaughter. She must’ve seduced him. I know how you people are.”
Sorry to burst your bubble,Mom, but I’ve been dreaming about this girl for years. The only reason I stayed away was because of you.
I remember the first day my dick got hard. It was after football practice, and Lana came skipping out in her uniform. Every time she jumped up, I got a glimpse of her white and pink striped panties. I’m not sure which was worse, the how to avoid pitching a tent speech from my dad? Or the jerk off lesson from my brother?
“My Lana is innocent in all this. You leave her alone.”
Gotta say, I kind of liked Lana’s Nan. There wasn’t much to her. Fuck sakes, the woman made Harper look tall, but she had big brass fucking balls. This wasn’t the first time she’d taken on the great Lillianna Whitley.
“Parker is the innocent one here.” I didn’t have to be in the room to see the scowl on my mother’s face. I could even picture her hand waving through the air. “At least he was, until your offspring sunk her claws into him.”
I watched Lana’s throat move with a heavy swallow. Though I really wanted to see her throat move like that for a completely different reason, she needed me right now. I grabbed her hand, entwining my fingers in hers, and gave her a reassuring smile.
You’re not alone,baby. I got you.
“Actually, Mother,” I said, pulling Lana in the room and cutting my mother off before she could spew more shit, “I seduced her.”
The look on her face was priceless. A deep embedded scowl that didn’t match the proper attire of her black pencil skirt and blouse.
“Are you saying you wanted to have relations with this…” her lip curled as she rolled her eyes over my girl, “This girl?”
My dad slapped his hand down on the table, warning my mother. But he wasn’t who I was staring at as I pulled Lana further into the kitchen. My brother was the one I stared at. More specifically, the letter opener in his hand. One word, and all my problems would be solved. Preston would lunge across the room and shove that thing so deep in our mother’s throat, she wouldn’t have time to think about what happened. So, why didn’t I?
“Just so you know, Mother, I wanted to fuck this girl. Dreamt about her pussy for so long, my balls ached when she walked in a room.”
My little angel didn’t like my bluntness. She twitched at my side, and tried to pull her hand out of my grasp.
Sorry,baby, you’re not going anywhere.
“I still want to fuck this girl.” Now that I’d finally told my mother how I felt, I couldn’t stop. That, and her expression was the most satisfying thing I’d ever seen. Besides my girl screaming my name, that is. “I’ll put twelve more babies in her, if she’ll let me.”
