26. Jolene

Ithought he was taking us to his club, but instead, he took me to some fancy steak house where I was sure they were going to turn us away because we were both underdressed, but instead, they were giving us preferential treatment as soon as we walked in.

"Do you know the owner or something?" I whispered after the hostess walked back to her post.

"You could say that."

"Well?" He's so annoying.

"It's my parents' place."

"Your parents own this place? Don't they have these all over the country?"

"Yeah!" He's probably some trust fund baby. No wonder he's so bossy.

"What are you thinking now?"

"What makes you think I'm thinking anything?"

"Because you scowl when your brain is going into overdrive."

How could he know these things when we've just met and Kev… Oh, hell no, I'm not doing this again. I might find myself bent over in a field somewhere so Fred Flintstone can prove he's the man.

"Are you on any medication for your ailment, or can you have wine?"

"What ailment?" He had the nerve to move his menu and look at me.

"That thing that makes you nuts." I looked left and right but realized we'd been seated pretty much away from everyone else.

"You do know that women have gotten off for murder during this particular ailment, right."

"Not this time. For one, I'm a cop, and for another, I'm a national treasure. Not to mention, my father would probably put a hit out on you, so you'd be better off in jail."

I played with my hair and gave myself some time to come up with a comeback, but nothing came to mind, which I hated. Why does it feel like I can't win an argument with him? "You know, when I was in kindergarten, you weren't even born yet."

"It's not the age, it's the mileage."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Figure it out." I was fuming so that when the waitress came, I ordered wine and ignored him. He didn't drink because he had to drive, and by the time my medium well steak that looked like half the cow was on my plate was served, I was feeling better.

He kept feeding me from his plate like I asked him, but somehow it tasted better. No one has ever gotten me to eat asparagus before, something I told him when he ordered it for himself and threatened me not to eat off of his plate. So why was he feeding me from said plate, and why was I eating the nastiness without complaint?

He kept cutting my steak and feeding it to me, which would usually annoy the hell outta me, but for some reason, I accepted. I guess that's his love language or something, because I remembered that when we ate the tiger prawns at his place he'd fed me from his fingers as well.

I was loopy when we headed back to the house after polishing off a couple glasses of wine, so I let him carry me inside and put me to bed. I didn't help him one bit until I remembered that he worked a stressful job and I was home all day.

To make it up to him after our nightly shower, I was very nice to him. Or, at least, I tried to be, but I couldn't fit more than a few inches of his cock into my mouth. "I'd have to slit my mouth open on each side for this to fit."

He just laid back with his hands behind his head, watching me make a fool of myself. "Does he seem bothered to you? He looks very happy to me. See what I mean about the mileage thing; you're such an innocent." Oh really?

I showed him how innocent I was when I put my legs behind my head. Take that, you jackass. "Whoa, yeah, this is perfect." Perfect for what?

Up until then, I was enjoying the battering I had become accustomed to, but then he pulled back almost all the way out, bit down on my nipple, and slammed into something inside me that had me cumming and paining at the same time.

I held on for dear life as I tried to get used to this newest sensation. I know he was somewhere he wasn't supposed to be because it felt too good, but still, there was a bite of pain added, and he looked like he was being tormented, so I don't know why the hell he went in there.

Then I felt him cumming really hard, like when you turn the hose on the power washer. I didn't even know men could cum that hard. His excitement only made me more excited, and I kept pushing the cooch up to his cock, and he damn near killed me on that bed.

* * *

You know it's weird,but I hadn't thought of my ex in weeks. That's because Damon took up all of my time. I think we'd spent the last two months joined at the hip when he wasn't working. This was the weekend he was going to meet the kids in person. I wanted to wait but he ignored me, said I was being stupid because he wasn't going anywhere.

"Since I'm meeting your kids tomorrow, I guess it's time I told you about my ex." Oh goody, I'd been dying to know but was too afraid to bring it up again. "Mom didn't like her." That one got me to sit up real quick because I was not about to deal with another bitchy monster-in-law from the armpits of hell.

"It's not what you think. Mom is very perceptive; she's the sweetest, kindest soul, and she loves everyone, but I could tell from the moment she met Tara that something was off. But she didn't say anything to me about it, which should've bothered me even more."

"Mom and I are extremely close, and she's not the type to hide shit, especially not from me and Dad. I thought that maybe I was overthinking things or that it was just a new situation since Tara was the first girl I'd ever brought home to meet them."

"Anyway, they weren't around each other that much, so it kind of wasn't an issue until a few weeks after we got engaged. My parents came out to stay with us for a few days, and Dad had to go out of town for a meeting one day. I left the house to go somewhere and went back when I forgot my wallet."

"I walked in to hear her berating my Mom and calling her names. Mom was crying because Tara was threatening to cut me off from her forever. When she saw me, her eyes got wide, and she tried explaining some shit, but all I saw was my mother in tears."

"I took the ring off her finger, walked her to the door, and slammed it shut in her face. She must've stood out there for a good hour yelling and crying, but I was focused on my mother. That sweet woman was pleading with me to give Tara another chance. It broke my fucking heart."

"Mom's on the spectrum, so Tara somehow thought that meant she could bully her. I wanted to kill her on the spot. In the end, she called the cops, but since I paid for everything, including her wallet, I just gave her her ID and told her to never cross my path again."

"That bitch!" I sat up in bed, ready to fight. He laughed and pulled me back down to his chest.

"It's all good slugger. That was years ago and I haven't heard or seen her since. I got all her shit and made a nice bonfire later, even the luxury bags she was so fond of, and I took the ring back and got a refund, so no harm, no foul."

"Still, I'd like to stomp a mudhole in her ass. How dare she?" For some reason, that got him going, and I ended up with this third leg lodged in my damn womb again. Which means I'm gonna be walking crooked in front of my kids tomorrow.

* * *

My children are no damngood. I wanted to meet at our home where I was comfortable and my daughter said it wasn't fair to him because then it would be on our turf with five against one. My sons agreed that it should be on his turf since we outnumbered him anyway, and my boys could take him down if need be.

I have no idea what the hell they were talking about. Damon didn't care one way or the other and just made a call to his staff. That fool went ahead and had a catered BBQ with chefs and everything. I was going to feed their ass chips and dip, and maybe some finger sandwiches on account of I woke up in a pissy mood and feeling under the weather.

Damon's answer to everything is sex, so I spent the better part of the morning tied to all four posts of my new bed. And here I was, thinking he'd somehow found out that canopies were my favorite. No, his freaky ass had ideas from the get-go.

Ass up, ass down, my ankles and wrists were tied either way. I didn't know I liked giving over control so much until it happened. I just laid there and let him do as he pleased, and boy, was he pleased. I found that laying on my back with his straddling my chest and feeding me his dick that way makes it go down easier. At least I think I got a bit more past my damn tonsils in that position.

Not to mention, having a pillow shoved under my ass while I'm tied up and being plowed deep and slow is a whole other kind of joy. "We need to get up, or we'll be late getting to your place."

"We've got time." He was smushing me into the mattress with his heavy self, and all you could see of me were my arms and legs.

He untied me, worked the kinks out of my limbs, and then dragged me into the shower. "What if the kids don't like you?"

"They'll learn to get over it."

"You're supposed to say don't worry that they'll like you."

"No, I'm not. You know your kids better than I do, so you would know if they'd like me or not. If they were younger, I'd say give them some time in that case, but they're adults. You're mine; no one is gonna change that."

I already know they like him, but he needed to be brought down a peg or two with his over-confident self. Sometimes, I just want to slap him into next week.

That showoff sent his car to pick the kids up since he and I went ahead to his place hours before they were due. I couldn't even ride my horse, yes mine, since he'd given Bella to me because as soon as I got in the saddle, my head got light and I felt like I would pass out.

I tried to tell him that it was just one of my hot flashes or something, and it would pass, but he made me get down and wouldn't let me get back up once the feeling passed. Asshole bossy boots.

* * *

I was morenervous than I thought I would be when it came time for the kids to arrive. I must've used the restroom three times in ten minutes and called Sheila and Maeve each time. They kept reassuring me, but I wanted to cancel the whole thing.

I'm not sure how I would handle it if they didn't approve because I was coming to feel like he was a part of me. I think I must have done something right somewhere that this man had just fallen into my lap just like that. Sometimes, I have nightmares about having never met him, that Kevin never cheated, and that I was still stuck in that life that I thought was so perfect but never came close.

Mind you; I will never say that to my kids or anyone else except Damon. I can't not tell him because he has a tendency to ask that very question just when we're in the middle of having sex, and his hand is usually somewhere around my neck.

So, of course, I always reassure him that yes, his dick is better, his tongue is better, his everything is better. Even if it weren't true, which it certainly is, but if it wasn't I'm not stupid enough to say otherwise. There are way too many swamps around here, and he's a cop; he probably knows the best places to hide my dead ass.

Anyway, by the time the kids came, I was a nervous wreck. I need not have bothered, though, because the boys had stars in their eyes, and my daughter wanted all the juicy details, which I was not about to share, no matter how grown she was.

I was starting to relax when the boys talked Damon into picking up a football and showing them something or the other, and Savanna and I were sitting on the couch catching up. Once I heard the words ‘I like him, Mom,' I started to breathe easy.

I decided I was relaxed enough to drink my first glass of wine for the evening and had Savanna pour half a bottle into one of the canisters he calls a goblet. I lifted that glass, and as soon as the smell of alcohol hit me, all I heard was Savanna screaming my name, followed by Damon screaming for me and running. What the hell?

I woke up inside, laying on the bed with everyone standing over me, looking panicked. "What happened?"

"You fainted." Why did he sound so pissed?

"Mom, are you okay?" My kids were on one side of the bed, and Damon was on the other, sitting next to me.

"I'm fine; I think I just got a bit over-excited, that's all." I started to get up, but Damon pressed my shoulder back onto the mattress. "What're you doing?"

"I'm fine, really. I'll just have a bite of something, and I'll be fine, I promise."

Bless their hearts, my sons heard me say the word eat, and all three of them tried to outdo each other, running to grab me something. I didn't want to eat on the bed, so I started to get up to go to the table in the sitting room of the master suite.

Todd was the first one through the door with a plate piled high with BBQ. The smell of the meat made my head spin, and luckily for me, Damon was right there this time when I went down.

* * *

I must be dreamingabout that day when Damon pulled me over because I could hear the sirens as if they were right there. I tried waking up but couldn't seem to find the strength to open my eyes, so I settled back into the darkness that beckoned.

The next time I woke up, it was a very different scene. I knew right away that I was in the hospital because of the scents and sounds, but I couldn't figure out what I was doing there.

I heard voices coming from the other room, "You're awake." I turned my head in his direction with a smile. Damon was sitting forward in the chair with his hands clasped between his thighs.

"Jolene, when is the last time you've been intimate with your ex-husband?" What the hell kind of question was that?"

"Six months, maybe more, why?"

"Has there been anyone else?"

"No, why? Is something wrong?"

Instead of answering, he climbed onto the hospital bed with me and, being as careful as he could, wrapped his arms around me. Then he kissed my forehead and whispered the words "thank you" in my ear.