41. Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Tatum

I should talk to Devon about paying attention to her surroundings. Granted, we’re in a safe place, but still. It was way too easy to follow her, watch her, then snatch her up without her knowing a damn thing.

With my hand around her mouth, I press her front to the wall.

“Don’t say a word,” I whisper in her ear. She nods her response.

My free hand slides around her throat, my fingers pausing at the vein in her neck. It’s thrumming wildly, which has my dick straining against my pants.

I remove my hand from her neck and slide it downward, slipping inside her shorts and pushing them down. Once they’re at her ankles, I get my dick out and brush the head through her ass cheeks.

“I should fuck this hole,” I say. She whimpers, and by the sound, I know she’s telling me no. “You’re lucky I don’t have any lube; otherwise, I would. ”

I kiss the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, then run my nose to the other side.

She arches her back, pushing her ass into me. I chuckle, and slip my cock between her thighs, her hot, wet heat enveloping me. I let out a long, low groan. Kicking her legs apart, I find her pussy and slide in. I fuck her hard but slow, needing to revel in the way she feels. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside her. It’s been a busy fucking week and I’ve hardly had any free time, never mind time with her to make up for what happened.

Her hands scrape at the walls, her cunt tightening around me.

“Are you going to come like this?” I ask.

She nods vigorously, whimpers coming from her beautiful mouth. They’re muffled because I haven’t moved my hand, and the sound is wonderful.

I hold her hip tighter, angling myself to go deeper. Her body tenses, and I feel her fluttering around my dick which sends me over the edge with her. I kiss the side of her neck, pull out of her, and step away.

“Don’t clean that up,” I say, putting myself away.

She fixes her pants, turning to face me. “Why not?”

I grip her chin and kiss her. “Because I want you thinking about my cock all day, and how good it feels inside you. Each time my cum drips from your cunt, you will.” I kiss her again, then slip out the door to go find Dane.

I’ve never been to a little kid’s birthday party and have no idea what we’re supposed to do. At adult parties, people drink and do stupid shit. I assume though there is alcohol here, we won’t be drinking to get drunk. By the time I make it back outside, there are a ton of people here, most of them in line for food. I find Dane in that line and head to him.

“Where were you?” he asks.

“Taking a shit.”

He shakes his head, stepping forward to grab a plastic plate that he hands me, then takes one for himself.

We pile our plates with food and go find a seat. I see Devon talking to her friend Summer, her kid on her hip. She’s a cute little girl with curly blond hair and chubby cheeks.

“Where’s the kid’s father?” I ask.

Dane shrugs, stabbing a shrimp with his fork. “He took off to college, I think. Didn’t care he had a kid here.”

“Classy.”

“Hey, guys.”

I look up and there’s Summer, her kid—still on her hip—and Devon.

“Hey, Summer,” Dane says, not pulling his attention from his food.

“Hey,” I say, doing a double take when I get a glimpse of her kid’s eyes. They’re as green as Devon’s.

“Just wanted to thank you for coming. I know it’s awkward, but I wanted as many people here as possible for Astrid.” She leans in to kiss her cheek.

Astrid? Weird name, but so is Summer.

“It’s no problem,” Dane says, shoving more food into his mouth.

“Yeah, no problem,” I say, giving a polite smile .

She nods at me, giving me a knowing look. It’s obvious Devon has told her everything. “Well, enjoy. I guess I’ll see you around.”

“See ya,” Dane says.

I catch Devon’s eyes and wink. She smiles and walks away after her friend.

“Well, that was weird as fuck,” I say.

Dane ignores me. He’s been in a weird mood all morning. I could tell he didn’t want to come to this party but did because Devon asked him to. He’s a good brother and a good friend. Though he already warned me we wouldn’t be staying here long. Which is fine by me. The only reason I didn’t have a sudden weekend meeting is because Devon is here.

After we eat, we get another drink, then mingle for a bit. We catch a few older guys talking about their businesses and get in on the conversation. Come to find out they know who I am by name and know Dane’s father. Which isn’t surprising. All these rich fucks in Willowdale know each other.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and when I see it’s my father, I ignore the call, shoving it away. I am not in the mood to talk to him and hear whatever stupid shit he wants to say today.

“So, Tate, your father, he’s no longer living in Michigan?” Bryan asks. He owns a chain of grocery stores.

“No, he’s in Japan,” I say. “Left a few years ago.”

“Lucky you, huh?” he says with a chuckle. “He takes off and you get the company.”

I can’t tell if he’s joking or being serious, so I huff out a laugh and raise my glass before taking a drink.

“I remember him from high school,” Victor says. “He did well for himself.”

“Too bad he ruined it all,” I add with a smile.

“I’m sorry?” Victor says, as if he didn’t hear what I said.

“Oh, nothing. What did you say you do again?”

“Marketing,” he answers.

“Right, right.” I take a mouthful of my whiskey and look around for Devon as the other guys keep talking business. Usually this is what I enjoy doing. Not because I like talking to people, but because I like my business and making it better. Today, all I want to do is be with my girl.

I find her playing with Astrid and a few other kids in the front yard. They have balloons and are throwing them around and hitting them like volley balls. The kids are laughing. She’s laughing.

I picture her doing that with her own kids. My kids, maybe. How does that make me feel? I can’t quite explain it.

“Tate?”

“Yes?” I bring my attention back to the guys. Dane’s brow is raised.

“Office space. Have you seen any available?”

“Uh, yeah. I think I did when I was in Detroit the other day. By that Barcade thing.”

“How the hell does anyone get work done in those areas?” Bryan says with a shake of his head.

“Wish I knew,” Dane adds.

I bring my attention back to Devon because she’s the only thing worth watching.