Chapter 15: CASH

Fifteen

CASH

I almost cum in my pants watching Quin eat, making it very difficult to handle her anger with me throughout the rest of dinner. I have no desire to accept this so-called truth about Avery. My point about red hair stands. Lots of folks have red hair or at least carry the recessive gene. This has to be some plot.

I know exactly where I've put every load of cum I've ever shot.

Since this baby showed up on my doorstep, I have thought very carefully. She can't be mine. It's just not possible.

Not like it was some exciting revelation how long it's been for me.

But it's been a long time. Long enough that watching Quin accidentally drip barbecue sauce on the side of her face gets me rock hard. I love her cheeks. Her softness. The way her pink tongue looks when it slides out of her mouth and she licks up that barbecue sauce. I want to feel that sexy ass tongue sliding all over my dick. I'm losing my patience.

We barely make conversation throughout the rest of dinner and she won't let her disapproval of me slide. She won't stop drawing the conversation back to Avery, as if that baby is the most interesting thing in the world. The only thing she cares about is Avery, and she doesn't understand why I refuse to allow that child into my life.

The thing with attachments like that is people can use them against you. I don't know why anyone would want to do something like that, but I can guarantee their intentions are no good. I need my mind clear and spending all day with that baby won't keep my mind clear. Aunt Deb has the same opinion as Quin, but you can't run around letting women tell you what to do.

Our drive home is equally quiet. I relieve Aunt Deb of Avery, ensuring that she never sets eyes on Quin before she leaves. Once she drives away, I open the truck door. Quin hops out with her face set in a glare. Avery lights up and reaches for her and I don't hesitate to hand the baby off. Quin's face softens when she looks at Avery and my jealousy is heavy and immediate.

I know how pathetic it is to feel that kind of jealousy of a baby. She doesn't belong to Quin either. It doesn't matter how much dramatic cooing she does. Quin walks straight past me into the house, whispering sweet nothings to Avery. This isn't how I thought dinner would go. I thought she would look at me with stars in her eyes… not pure loathing.

She's human and presumably heterosexual, so she must be attracted to me physically. It's just that she can't stand to look me in the eye. I have a bit of a problem with that since half of what I want out here is companionship and somehow… I screwed that up.

I walk off to my office and leave Quin to her own devices. At least she enjoyed her dinner, even if she didn't enjoy me.

Reluctantly, I get started on accounting work. I studied business in college, although I really studied football and drinking with a minor in business. Accounting wasn't too hard to get a handle of, honestly.

I find the spreadsheets soothing.

But tonight, resizing and moving the numbers around does nothing to calm my mind.

I can't stop thinking about Quin. Her anger with me. Her frustration. How easy it would be for me to fix that.

Her disinterest in me only makes my desire for her more difficult to deal with. I want to wrap my hands around her throat. I want to press my dick between her ass cheeks, who make a goddamn statement any time she walks into a room. My dick stiffens at the mere thought of her ass. I can't control my erection.

And I don't want to anymore. I minimize my Excel spreadsheet and open up the house's security cameras. I don't have any installed in the bedrooms, but I can watch Quin walking around the house through the public areas if that's what she gets up to. I scan the cameras until I see her moving. She's putting Avery to bed. I have cameras in Avery's room, so I listen in.

Quin whispers to Avery that somebody loves her and that she's going to pray for her. She's just like my Aunt Deb… overly attached. I just can't let my mother find out about Avery before I get answers.

An email notification distracts me from the camera, which is perfectly trained on Quin's cleavage, unbeknownst to her. Each of her breasts are bigger than my head and I can't even imagine how fucking large and sexy her nipples must be. I love a woman with big nipples that are just begging for my tongue.

I'm losing myself watching her.

I don't want to hold back.

I watch her on camera for another hour until she disappears into her bedroom. All I have left to do is stroke my cock so I can get this woman off my mind. I try to talk myself out of it at first. Then I unzip my pants. I tell myself it won't get further than touching myself and trying to distract myself with the spreadsheets afterwards.

But then I get my dick out and I can't stop getting thoughts of Quin's lips wrapped around it. I don't know where the hell this craving comes from but it's strong. So goddamn intense. I really want control over myself, but I don't have that. The only thing I can control is my hand wrapped around my dick.

I close my eyes and lose myself thinking around her, pumping my shaft slowly. The fantasy starts with Quin's lips, but it doesn't take long for me to imagine her incredibly soft pussy wrapped around my dick. There is absolutely nothing like pumping your cock inside some soft pussy with a thick ass bouncing around it.

There is nothing like a plus-sized woman. I bite down hard on my lower lip as my cock grows in my hand. The veins around my shaft bulge in a lightning pattern that wraps around my dick all the way to the head. I want to drive this dick so far into Quin's pussy that she screams.

Imagining my cock spearing her delicious, soft pussy makes me feel the immediate urge to burst inside her. I won't last long. Holy shit. It can take me a long time to finish myself off but the thought of Quin turns me into a fucking teenager.

Maybe it has been too long since I got some pussy.

I groan and my dick erupts everywhere. I make a fucking mess. Thankfully, Quin is locked in her room so I can sneak out of my office and clean myself up. I fight the urge to check on Avery after I take a quick shower and change into something loose fitting and comfortable – black sweatpants with no shirt.

I shouldn't indulge in the fantasy that this child has anything to do with me. If someone comes and takes her away after that… I wouldn't be able to handle it. The last thing I need to do is bond with the girl. I'll leave that to Quin and Aunt Deb. My phone vibrates right as I'm about to climb into bed, continuing to fight the temptation to knock on Quin's door and do… something.

Mom: Is there something going on I should know about?

Great. Did someone talk?

Me: I love you, mom.

It's true. I love my mother. Which is exactly why I'm sparing her this senseless club related drama. She's having a hard enough time getting over my father's death, the last thing she needs is to go through the grief of attaching to a child that has nothing to do with us.

I turn my phone off after I send her that reply. My mother isn't the type of woman to let things go. With my phone turned off, I climb into bed with nothing but my thoughts. Considering how easy it was to make myself cum in my office, I don't expect my dick to stiffen the second I slide beneath my top sheet.

Fuck. I'm not even thinking about Quin.

Until I am thinking about her. Obsessively.

She judges me harshly for the Avery situation.

Too harshly.

And she doesn't seem to understand how fucking hard it's been for me to lie here every night with a woman so goddamn fine beneath my roof and not slide my dick between her soft, dark brown pussy lips.

Control yourself, Tanner.

But tonight, I don't think I have it in me. I get out of bed and open the top drawer of my dresser to find something I haven't had to use in a long time. The last time I used this ski mask, Magnum paid me $100,000 to rob some asshole in Vegas who owed him money over poker games. It was an easy gig. No blood on the mask. Never got caught and the dickhead paid Magnum the $467,000 he owed him.

Crazy bastard.

My hands feel like they're working without my permission as I slip the ski mask over my head. An eerie sense of calm settles over me, even if my dick doesn't settle.

This house was designed to fulfill my every need… including this one.

While a stranger couldn't make it past my security system, I know every inch of this house and the vulnerabilities that comprise it. One vulnerability in particular causes my dick to tent my pants even further. I look like a criminal. It isn't a bad thing, I guess, because that's exactly what I am.

This type of thing is dangerous without a plan, but I don't envision myself sleeping through another night without sliding my fingers and eventually my cock between my black nanny's pussy lips.

I'm too fucking impatient. I need Quin now.