Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“That’s it. Rub yourself against me, baby. I’m going to get a little relief, but soon, we’re going to take care of me right. Fucking my dirty little sister. Shit, Lula, wiggle those hips on me. Make me come.”
I do as he asks, because I want to see him come. I want to hear it and know what it sounds like. We rock and shift and grind until Scotch’s eyes are slits, his arms straight as he holds himself up, our centers locked together.
“I’m right there. You’re making Daddy so fucking happy. Pout for me baby, pout and tell me how good it feels…I can’t stop. I’m sorry little one…”
I barely get the bottom of my lip out before he’s cursing into the night and his face twists into a knot.
His body falls onto mine, heavy as he humps against me violently, hands in my hair as I lose myself again, crying out and wrapping my hands around his shoulders, pulling his body closer as we jerk and spasm and quake.
His teeth rake over the soft flesh of my neck as we come down panting and softening as I hear One Of Those Nights playing softly from inside the cab of the truck.
“Oh no.”
Scotch pushes up, kissing my cheek before easing back on his knees and pulling me up. “What’s oh no?” he says as he flicks my nipples, then adjusts my bra and blouse so I’m covered.
“That’s my dad’s ringtone. He’s sick, I take care of him. Told him to call if he needed me and he hardly ever does. Something must be wrong…”
“Okay, baby. Let’s get you dressed, I’ll take you there.”
“No.” I shake my head, grabbing for my pants. “I’ll call, then just take me back to my car. I’ve got some of his meds I picked up while I was out.”
“Okay. Let’s get you dressed.”
“It’s not an emergency, but he needs one of the medications. It’s for pain, he was out and doesn’t need it much, but when he does…”
“It’s okay.”
We’re driving. Dad finally answered and I’ll run in and say goodbye to Mom and spend the rest of the evening wondering what the heck just happened.
Back inside the club, it’s turned into a frenzy. There’s not a table open, people are packed in and as soon as we are inside the door, Scotch is swallowed up by a group and I see my mother on top of a table with some of the dancers.
I wiggle through the crowd, the music so loud my eardrums hurt. I checked my TikTok on the drive and my latest post is at almost 200K. That’s my best yet and I want to get home and make another one.
I never show my face and use a filter for my body. Going viral as a plus-sized freckled red head is unlikely so I use the technology provided to let people hear my voice and not judge me by my looks.
Mom sees me and frowns as I point to the door and my phone. She climbs down, helped by a few of the patrons. Larry is nowhere to be seen.
“It’s Dad!” I yell. “He needs some mediation.”
She shakes her head. “Young lady, you were out of line tonight.”
I don’t have time for this. She’s the one dancing drunk on the stripper pole and the tables.
I just nod. “Yeah…” I glance over my shoulder to see Scotch surrounded by girls dancing, looking at his phone. “I gotta go.”
He’s not even looking for me. That whole Daddy thing tumbles around me as I realize, I’ve more than likely been played by my new stepbrother and there’s nothing in this life that feels right for me.
I know the way out the back thanks to my new brother, so before I can make this night any more disastrous, I bow out the back door and pray someday, Lula Fierce will take me away from all this.
CHAPTER 6
Scotch
Fuck. What am I thinking?
I’m a damaged piece of shit and she’s a fucking angel straight from the pearly gates. I clench my glass of ice water so hard the crystal cracks, reflecting the glow of the moon through the window. I’m mad as fuck that she left, and also totally unsurprised. I mean, I’m a rank ass piece of shit and she’s the fucking Easter bunny.
I’m thirsty as fuck but I put down the glass. I haven’t had a sip of anything since I sucked all the delicious juice from her soft little beginner pussy last night. I hate that her taste is wearing off and I don’t want any other liquids to speed that process along. I didn’t even shower when I got home because I want her scent on me for-fucking-ever.
So, until I know I’m going to nail down what I already know is mine, I can’t imagine washing her off.