Page 58 of Swamp Princess

What I don’t expect is for a slap so hard, I fly off my seat. My right eye and the left side of my face stings and I am left looking up from the floor at my mother.

“I said enough. Now go fuck off before I beat your ass.” She gets up and storms off to her room. I stay on the floor for a little while longer, my face hurting, and I can feel the bruise that is already starting to form on my face. Kove Mateo Mariano. The name of both my brother and my father.

My laptop is at the school and my phone isn’t worth shit because the internet is so slow, I can’t do research on them. I make a mental note to ask Hector if he has ever heard of them. It does make me wonder though, why I don’t have my fathers last name, but my mothers.

Deciding that I had too much for one night, I decide the club is the best bet for me. I go back to my room and change into some dark blue jeans with some boots, and a maroon bodysuit. It hugs my curves in all the right places.

I toss my hair up and throw on some makeup. Doing a simple look with nudes and golds and a touch of nude lipstick topped with gloss. I spray myself down with my favorite Rhianna spray and even with the bruise forming, I don’t look half bad.

I leave the trailer only to stumble into Blaise arguing outside with his father. As usual, his father is drunk and from the way Blaise is wiping at his nose, he got punched.

“Fuck you, old man!” Blaise yells loud enough for the entire trailer park to hear.

“No, fuck yourself, you little wannabe gangbanger!” His father shouts right back at him. Not wanting to draw attention, I walk as fast as I can toward the tracks. I am going to drink my own problems away and Blaise happens to be one of them.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“Another.” I tell the bartender. This fuck doesn’t care if I am underage. I passed him over a grand and told him to pour and he did just that and hasn’t stopped. My father, the dick, beat my mother within an inch of her life, all because she left the turkey in the oven too long.

I left after I helped her to her room and again, begged her to leave him. She was coherent enough to tell me that she loves him. I stormed out after leaving her, not able to listen to her.

“Thought I would find you here.” Remington slides in next to me after ordering a whiskey straight. “What happened?”

“My father.”

“Ah.” Is all he exclaims. His father is the same. “Mine too.” We fall silent as the music rages behind us, the dancing not appealing to us. That is, until she comes in. Brinley.

I take a look at Rem who notices her too. Brinley looks amazing. Her hair is up in a high ponytail, and she is wearing a body suit that hugs every curve with a low enough cut to leave her cleavage on display. The light makeup she is wearing doesn’t hide the bruising on her face or the split in her lip.

We watch her as she moves to the bar at the far end and the bartender smiles warmly at her. Jealousy hits me as the bartender leans into her, and mixes her a drink, and gives her three shots. She downs the three shots and then chugs the wine cooler.

She downs another three shots, and the smile on her face tells me she is feeling it. Brinley moves to the dance floor and she is immediately surrounded by guys that look like they are from the south side of the tracks.

They pull her against them, dancing in a way that would make a priest cum while he was preaching, it is so sexy. I watch her hips sway as her head falls on one of their shoulders and he places his hand on her hips. I watch them together and it is mesmerizing. She can dance, there is not denying that.

“Fuck, she looks hot,” Rem whispers, moving closer to her. “I want to be there.”

“We can’t move that way.”

“I don’t care.” Rem steps forward and I knock back another shot and soon, we are pushing the drunks on Brinley off. Dancing with her comes easier than I thought. Her head falls on my shoulder and my cock hardens the longer I look at her..

Rem is in front of her, grinding and setting the pace that keeps us all at a good rhythm. The rest of the club seems to fade as we move with her. Her eyes meet Rems, and he leans in to kiss her. I can feel the way he presses against her as I support them both before they break the kiss, and she leans back again, looking at me.

I don’t think hard on it as I grab her throat, keeping Brin in place, and I mold my lips to her and listen to her deep moan. I know if we all weren’t feeling like shit and a bit tipsy, this wouldn’t be happening, but I want her,fuck, do I want her.

My hand moves on its own and next thing, I have a handful of tit with nipples slowly hardening. When she moans again, I break the kiss and look down at Rem who has moved closer to her, shielding her while his hand slides in her jeans. Fuck, that is hot!

We continue to dance and the more she grinds on me, the harder my cock gets, to the point where I can feel the wetness on my underwear from where I already had leaking cum.

Rem captures her mouth again and pushes us so we are in a darker part of the club, one where no one can see very well since it is cloaked in darkness, and only the occasional neon light hits her. Rem goes for her jeans that look like they were painted on her long gorgeous legs, and pulls them down to her knees.

“Fuck, she smells incredible.” Brinley keeps moving against me, not saying anything and Rem unsnaps her body suit and I watch over Brinley’s shoulder as he buries his face between her legs. “Brin, do you want me to stop?”

Her eyes flutter open, and she looks down. “No.” She is breathless, and I can hear the need in her voice.

“Thank god.” Rem pulls her black lace thong aside and I know the moment he sucks on her clit. Her body convulses and she moans. Her hand coming out to grab a handful of Rem’s hair and her lips seek mine. Wrapping her arm around my neck and bringing our mouths together.

I kiss her like a dying man. I have been dreaming about being inside her, and now with liquid courage, we are all doing what we wanted. Her mouth opens for me and my tongue dives into her mouth. The taste of her wine cooler and tequila mingle with my whiskey.

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