Mack Daddy(69)

I could have come anytime but willed myself to hold off because it felt so damn good. Her low whimpers of pleasure only egged me on even more. There was also that slight thrill of possibly getting caught, although I sure as hell hoped that wouldn’t actually happen.

Lifting her skirt up farther, I focused on the blue lotus flower on her lower back, which ignited a feeling of possession. My gaze then travelled down even lower. There was nothing hotter than this view, being able to watch myself moving in and out of her.

The sight of her wet arousal all over my dick caused me to lose control fast.

She moved her ass faster until I could feel her orgasm shudder against me. “Shit.” I slammed into her harder, tightly shutting my eyes as I shot my load and filled her with my cum until there was nothing left.

My movements slowed to a halt as I softly kissed her neck. My greatest desire was just to be able to end every single day this way. I knew it would be a while before that wish was granted.

Tucking my shirt back in, I grabbed some paper towels and handed them to her. She turned around to face me. Frankie’s hair was all messed up, and her face was pink. She looked thoroughly fucked, and the fact that I was the one who caused it was enough to make me want to fuck her all over again.

Needing to taste her lips one more time, I bore my mouth down onto hers before saying, “The next few weeks aren’t going to be easy.”

“We’ll get through it.”

“I need to be down in Virginia, making sure she’s not manipulating things or feeding him false information. Not to mention, I have to once again find a place to live.”

“We both need to work on getting our lives in order. You do what you need to for Jonah. That’s the priority. In the meantime, I’ll focus on moving out of Victor’s and finding a place of my own.”

“I hate the idea of you still living with him. It seriously drives me mad.”

“It’s been okay. We’ve been cordial. I really don’t see him much, since he’s mostly on a totally different floor. I’ll be out soon.”

“If I wasn’t leaving, I would be moving your shit into my house myself.”

“I’m a big girl. I can handle things.”

Those words would come back to haunt her.

I couldn’t shake the bad feeling that followed me all the way back to Virginia. Soon, I’d realize it was warranted.

It shouldn’t have surprised me that my father would be at the root of it all.





Two weeks later, I was moving into an apartment I’d rented in Alexandria just outside of D.C.

It was small and cold, but it would have to do, because I didn’t plan on buying a new house until the property in Massachusetts sold. Winter was tough for the housing market. Patience was going to be necessary until it picked up in the spring.

One of the hardest parts of leaving the Boston area was having to move away from Mrs. Migillicutty. She’d come to depend on me for certain things, and I’d come to depend on her sound advice. We made a pact to keep in touch over the phone, and I promised to visit her whenever I came back to see Frankie. But saying goodbye sucked. I would have lived in that house next to her forever if I could have.

Now, surrounded by boxes in my new place, I cracked open a bottle of beer and sat down for the first time in hours after a long day of moving.

Exhausted, the last thing I wanted was to hear a knock at the door.

When I opened it, my father was standing there, dressed in a three-piece suit, and holding a large envelope.

“What are you doing here?”

“That’s not exactly a warm welcome, son,” he said as he moved past me, barging his way into my apartment.

“Well, it’s been a long day. I can do without an interrogation. You should’ve called first.”

“I have something important to talk to you about, and it couldn’t wait.”

“Why can’t it wait?”

He took a seat. “You know I’m very fond of Torrie. She’s worked extremely hard for me, and I’ve never understood why you’ve chosen to abandon her and your son.”

“I don’t have to justify anything to you. I’m a better father to Jonah than you ever were to me. I’m present in his life, at least. In no way have I abandoned him. I don’t appreciate you walking in here and judging me in my own house.”

He looked around. “This is supposed to be a house?”

“It’s temporary.”

“Torrie told me about this other woman—Francesca O’Hara. It pains me to see the mother of your child so upset and feeling betrayed.”

“You don’t need to know anything about Frankie. It’s none of your concern.”