“Fuck,” Decker breathes against my lips when we take a break.
“Yeah.” I’m stunned into silence by the amount of pleasure one simple kiss brought me.
“Let’s get out of here. If we don’t, I’ll be takin’ you against a shitty brick wall, and you deserve more than that, sweetness.” Decker stands up, guiding me until I’m back on my feet, pulls out his wallet, leaves a couple of twenty-dollar bills for the waitress, when I’m sure between my Coke and his beer, it might have equaled ten dollars max. Then he’s guiding me out of the bar towards his cool-as-shit bike. This time, I get on without feeling like a newb, a smile plastered to my face when I feel the rumbling of the pipes between my legs. Tonight really was a great night.
Seven
Rage
The entire way back to the Inn, Jolie’s hands have been sliding lower and lower, her finger slipping to the top of my jeans, gliding lower, and then pulling back. Shit, the way her pussy was pressed against my back, her thighs tightening around mine, I know exactly how I want this night to end—with Jolie in my bed, smooth milky skin bared with not a stitch of fuckin’ clothing on, body damp from the way I work it over, startin’ with her lips, moving to her nipples, sucking on them until she’s a quivering mess until I land between her spread legs, eating her cunt until she comes.
“Oh shit.” My attention moves to the view ahead of us. Jolie’s body loses its relaxed state until she’s fuckin’ strung tight. Her aunt is standing at the doorway to the Inn, her father beside her in the chair, a drink in his hand, head hanging down. This shit is gonna get messy, but if Jolie thinks I’ll leave with her ass hangin’ in the wind, she’s dead fuckin’ wrong.
“You stay with me, you hear?” I tell her over my shoulder. I back the bike in after turning the engine off, so we don’t wake up the whole Inn. Though, something tells me it might happen anyway.
“Yeah, this has been a long time coming. I may be kicked out of here after Aunt Stinky Pete has her way with me.” I can’t help but laugh knowing this is her quirk when it comes to Lola. Jolie has quite the fuckin’ personality.
“I’ll have your back no matter fuckin’ what.” Her hands squeeze my sides in answer before dropping away.
“Thank you, Decker. I know this isn’t what you signed up for when you asked me to go out tonight.” I can hear the defeat in her voice. I hold the bike as she slides off, her hands going to the strap beneath her chin. I move her fingers away, helping her out, taking the helmet off her head before placing the jiffy down, then follow suit and get off the bike.
“Don’t be thinkin’ that shit. We get this figured out, and we’ll go from there. Figure you still owe me another kiss, sweetness.” I wink, put the helmet on my seat, grab her hand, keeping it firmly in mine, and walk towards the shit show.
“Do you see this, Henry? Tia is probably rolling over in her grave,” Lola says. I’m shocked she’s actually standing. You don’t see her do much but sit in her chair, a tablet propped up on her body. The only time she looks up is to yell at Jolie or pretend to be nice to the guests, and if she doesn’t like you, you know. I’m clearly scum of the fuckin’ earth to this woman, even though I can treat others better than she ever will.
“You know what? My mother would be happy for me, finally getting a break from taking care of every single thing for a few hours, no matter who I was out with. What she’d be disgusted with is the misplaced sense of honor my father feels for you while you lord over who, what, when, where, and why at every single turn. This Inn was my mother’s dream. I thought it was my father’s, too, but he’s so deep into the bottle that he can’t see the beauty she left behind.” Henry looks up, sobering for a bit. I can see the shame in his eyes. Lola starts to say something, but Jolie isn’t having it. “I am not done. You brought this upon yourself. The both of you did. When I turned eighteen, this place was close to a hundred grand in debt, that was after receiving mom’s life insurance policy. Thankfully, you two couldn’t touch mine. It was the money Mom left me that helped dig us out of the debt you, Aunt Lola, got us into. The only good thing my father has done since Mom died is allow me to do the books, but I’m done. You are no longer welcome here. It’s my name that’s on the deed, just like Dad’s. Yours is nowhere near it. You have until the end of the week to leave. That was the final blow I will ever take. There’s a reason my mother didn’t like you, and for five damn years, I have heard you slander my name, my mother’s name, and Dad’s.”