“Some habits just can’t be broken.” He took a sip and then began to eat.
She watched him coyly as they made small talk and ate, knowing from experience with Cole the sedative wouldn’t take effect right away. Cole woke up and had some dinner too before turning in for the night. She’d just finished tucking him in and walked into the kitchen to see Tar washing dishes. There was a slight tinge of regret as he yawned loudly.
“I must be more tired than I realized,” he affirmed while putting away the last plate.
“Children have a way of doing that.” She smiled. “We can have dessert later. Go ahead and lie down.”
He placed the dish towel on the hook. “I’m not gonna argue,” he said around another big yawn.
Lisa waited another ten minutes before slipping into Tar’s bedroom. Like she planned, he was out cold on the bed, naked. She eased down between his legs softly stroking the inside of his thigh, thankful the habit of sleeping nude had never changed. His moan was deep and she could tell he was dreaming by the crease between his eyebrows. “Prefect,” her hot breath skated along his erection.
Tar was lost to the erotic dream of Keeley teasing his cock before she took him into the hot wetness of her mouth. “Hmmm,” he purred at her perfection.
Keeley slid between the bushes around the window hoping she found her way to Tar. She had no desire to sneak in through Lisa’s window, or worse, scare the living daylights out of Cole. The room had a dim light on and as she leaned forward, what she saw brought tears to her eyes. Tar’s hand was holding Lisa’s head as he thrust into her mouth. How could he betray her like that? Him of all people, knowing how furious he’d been with her when Braxton had forced her to orgasm. Hell, he’d left her over that. And now there he was letting his ex suck him off. She was about to burst in and let him know just how pissed off she was when shock froze her in place.
Tar pulled on Lisa’s hair and brought her upright. His eyes closed as deep concentration lined his face. Lisa placed her hands on his impeccable chest and positioned his shiny cock, thanks to her salvia, to her more than ready opening.
He was lost to Keeley in the dream, yet something felt off somehow. Was it the fact her hands weren’t placed where they normally were? Or that she wasn’t kissing him with her wicked skills? The other thing that wasn’t right, Keeley didn’t demand he play rough. Sure they had moments of tender lovemaking but still… Something else just did not feel right, like a drug was wearing off. The tip of his cock was gliding into her hot silk when Keeley’s scream brought him to full alert and shook the last effects of the drug completely from his system.
Keeley turned to leave but slipped and fell, hard, breaking her arm instantly. “FUCK!” she howled.
What Tar saw sent him into DEAFCON 5. Lisa was trying to impale herself with his now softening dick. He yanked her off of him so fast her nails dug deep into his abs, drawing blood as she clawed at him. “Mother fuck!” he growled. But it was whose gaze his latched to on the other side of the window that sent pure terror shooting through his muscles. “KEELEY!” he roared.
Lisa glanced over and saw a tiny figure trying to get free of the hedges and screamed.
Tar lunged ignoring the blood dripping.
Cole came running in, fear all over his little face.
Tar didn’t stop as he grabbed a pair of sweats. trying to put them on and tripping on his way to the front door. He heard Lisa in the other room.
“Tar. Stop!”
Stupid bitch. He should’ve known. All the fucking signs were there. Mitch even warned him. But what tore at him was his nephew’s expression. He turned to the child shaking in the doorway. “It’s okay, Buddy. I’ll be back in a little while.”
Cole stared at Tar’s stomach. “Is there a cat?”
Tar realized the scratch marks were at Cole’s eye level. “I fell, Partner. I’ll be alright.” Lisa moved past her son and Tar shot her a warning glance. “Don’t,” he growled as he opened the door and left.
He raced around the side of the house but Keeley was no longer there. All he saw was the ripped T-shirt hanging on the bush. Tar grabbed his cell phone as he searched frantically for her. “E, we have a situation.”
“On my way.” E hung up and glanced over at Lacey. “I know better than to tell you to stay put. Get dressed.”
“What’s going on?” Concern etched around her eyes and mouth.
“Not sure, but that was Tar. Odds are Keeley is involved.”
“Shit,” she breathed.
E grabbed her shoulders. “Whatever she’s done, Sweetness, we will be there for her.”