Chapter 11

Kipp

When we pull up in front of her house, both Grady and I open the car door, but she stops us.

"What are you doing?" she asks, eyebrows raised.

"Walking you to your door." Why does she seem so caught off guard by it? Did that boy she was dating not know how to treat a woman? A true man walks his lady to the door to ensure she arrives safely.

"No, it's not necessary."

"Ollie—" Grady starts, but never gets to finish.

"No, I'm perfectly capable of walking from here to my door. If it makes you feel better, you can stay here and guard me until I get inside the door. Then when you get home, you can text me good night."

I can see the apprehension in Grady's face, his hardened lines as he clenches his jaw. But just one smile from her softens his resolve.

"Fine." He leans in and gives her another hug and kiss, before handing her over to me, allowing me to do the same.

"Make sure you lock the door, Ollie," I remind her. It's been ages since I've had this degree of protectiveness flowing through my veins.

We stand by the car, watching as she walks up to the door, our eyes on her until she disappears inside.

"Let's go home," Grady whispers into my ear as he leans in and slips his arm around my waist. His deep, gravelly voice has my cock twitching in my pants.

We've always been extremely sexual. But since the little firecracker has come into our lives, it seems like it's intensified. I swear it feels like pre-cum is always leaking from my cock.

Grady opens the door to the car, and I reach down, adjusting my dick. I notice Grady's intense gaze, his eyes filled with hunger, as he watches my every movement.

He slides in behind me, shutting the door.

"Let's go home, Norbert." Grady places his hand on my thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze that only causes my dick to harden more.

"You've got me hard as a rock, babe."

"Good. And when we get home, I'm going to fill you with my cum. But until then, you can suck my cock with those perfect full lips of yours."

I love when Grady takes control and I'm all too eager to oblige. Shifting in my seat, I angle my body as I slide so I can lean down into his lap. He's already undoing his pants, lowering his boxers so his hard shaft is readily accessible.

He grips it with his hand, his silver wedding band glinting in the passing streetlights. I don't waste any time lowering my mouth, opening it wide as he guides the tip of his mushroom head into it.

I relax my throat to better allow myself to take his large shaft. Up and down I bob as he grips my ass, allowing me to be in charge of the momentum. The gentle sway of the car as we head to our destination guides me in my pursuit.

"Slow down, baby. I don't want to come yet, not until I'm buried deep inside of your ass, and we're almost home."

I move slower, letting my teeth barely graze along the sensitive skin of his shaft. He says it intensifies his arousal and who am I to deny him what he likes?

I'm hardly able to get a few more licks of his delicious stick before I feel the car coming to a stop. We're home.

He wastes no time, practically dragging me into the house, and I'm preening like a prize rooster at his manhandling. I love it when he's aggressive.

"Pants down, knees on the couch facing the back of it," he commands, before heading down the hallway to our bedroom.

He's getting our lube. The one thing he doesn't take roughly is my ass. Well, he does, but never without lubrication.

I know what happens if I don't comply, and the rebellious part of me wants to disobey, but the needy side wants the orgasm I know is coming.

My head pops up, locking on his now naked form as he steps back into the room.

"Head down," he growls, and a small whine escapes from between my lips.

I can feel the air move as he steps up behind me just before the couch shifts as weight is placed on it. The sound of something being squeezed rings out before a cold gel slides down between the crevice of my cheeks.

A sting burns my ass as the sound of a slap rings out. He rubs his palm over the burning spot, easing it slightly as his fingertips move closer to my star. His finger glides around the opening, spreading the gel as one, then two fingers edge their way in, scissoring, spreading me.

My cock is so hard and all I want to do is grip it with my fist and stroke in rhythm to his ministrations.

His fingers disappear, only to be replaced with his mushroom head, as he presses it against my hole. Grady's teasing is more than I can take. Sensations from being with our girl earlier, and now like this with the man I love, overwhelm my body.

He must sense my need because he slams his cock inside of me, only allowing a moment for me to adjust before he begins pounding into me.

The house is full of our grunts and the sounds of flesh on flesh. It doesn't take long before we're both careening over the edge, each succumbing to our own orgasm. While he fills my ass with his spunk, I shoot mine onto my strategically placed shirt below me.

We've spent a fortune cleaning cum stains off this couch, but I'll never get rid of it. It's sentimental at this point.

We stay here, joined together, a heaving mess of sweat and euphoria.

"Shit, we forgot to message Ollie and let her know we're home," I remind him, hating that it feels like we forgot about her.

"No, we didn't. I messaged her when I went to the bedroom. Told her we were both worked up and about to fuck to ease ourselves." He kisses my back. "She told us to have fun and wished she was here."

I nod, relieved he thought to message her. Not like I could've broken his order to do it, anyway.

"Let's go to bed, Kipp." He grabs a towel I just noticed on the couch beside us, cleaning me up before helping me stand and leading me to the bedroom.

We both climb into bed, rolling onto our sides to face each other, fingers clasped together.

God, I love this man more than he'll ever know.

"Ollie's pretty fucking amazing," I confess softly.

Grady just stares at me, his cerulean eyes full of concern. Something's on his mind.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask, squeezing his fingers.

"It fucking disgusts me thinking about that video Ollie showed me. And as much as I love Barbi as your daughter, I hate that she could be that vindictive of a person. How could someone who acts like that come from you? You're the kindest, sweetest man I've ever met. But it's not just that. I have this nagging feeling that the guy in the video was so drunk he might not have known who he was with." He blows out a breath of air.

"I know what you mean. I don't know what happened to the sweet little girl I used to bounce on my knee. She's turned into someone I don't even know anymore. How she could be so cruel to someone as sweet as Ollie is beyond me. I didn't see the video, but if you think he was out of it, I believe you."

"I don't know, maybe I'm reading too much into it. Not wanting to see the bad in anyone. He did appear to be drunk, but I've been black-out drunk before, and never in a million years would I think someone else was you."

"Let's not stress on it, Grady. It's a worry for tomorrow. Let's go to bed." I move closer to him, kissing his lips as I roll over, pressing my back against his chest.

"Barbi is a real piece of work." I hear his faint final words before his soft snores fill the air and we drift off to sleep.

The next morning, Grady is already gone when I wake up. His spot is still warm. Any other time, I'd be mad, but I knew he had an early meeting this morning and wanted to make it to the gym.

I rub the heel of my hands into my eyes, clearing the sleep from them before sitting up. Looking over at my nightstand, I see Grady plugged my phone into the charger at some point during the night.

I pick it up and see Ollie messaged us in our group message.

Ollie: Good morning. I can't wait to see you later today. I hope you had fun last night.

Grady: We did. I'm dog-tired working out at the gym. Kipp is still sound asleep in bed, looking absolutely delectable.

Me: I'm now awake and missing both of you.

The more I think about that video, the more my stomach churns. As much as I hate to do it, I need to speak with Barbi.

I hit her phone icon and immediately hear the ring. Just when I think it's going to voicemail, she finally picks up.

"What do you want, Dad?" Her voice is nasally and grouchy.

"Is that how you answer your phone to me now? I need to talk to you, and I want us to meet for lunch."

"Today?" she squeals. "We already had plans for dinner at Galentinas!"

"Yes, Barbi, today. Dinner can be canceled since we're meeting today. In fact, I want you to meet me at The Mash House at eleven and please don't be late."

"Fine," she barks before the line goes dead.

I have enough time to shower, stop by the cleaners, drop off mine and Grady's suits, and then head to the restaurant. Maybe this will be the time my daughter actually shows up on time.

Two hours later, Barbi finally strolls in twenty minutes late and not a care in the world.

"You're late," I scold her when she sits down at the table.

"What does it matter, Dad? It's not my fault you wanted to meet me last minute, and not to mention, you're bringing me to this dump." She looks around the place, her nose turned up in the air as if she smells something rancid.

The only foul thing I'm smelling is her piss-poor attitude.

"Barbi, this is a fine restaurant. It's time you grew up and became something more than this person you've turned into. It's why I called you here today." She goes to open her mouth, but I stop her. "NO! You're going to let me finish. I've stood by while you acted like a prime cunt. The behavior you have toward Grady and myself is no longer acceptable. From now on, you either accept us and our relationship or stay clear of our lives."

She rolls her eyes at me. "Surely you don't mean that, Daddy." Barbi makes her voice high-pitched and sickeningly sweet.

"No, I mean every word of it. Not only will you accept us, but we are seeing someone. If things go well with her, she will be a permanent fixture in our lives."

She glares at me, not saying a word as the waiter sets the salad I ordered earlier in front of her.

We eat in silence. A painful, awkward silence.

The main entrée comes out and still not a word. It's honestly the best lunch I've had with her in a long time. But the silence has me waiting to see what she's going to say next.

"Will there be anything else, sir?" the waiter asks as he steps up and takes our empty plates away. Well, my empty plate. Barbi just pushed the majority of the salmon around on hers.

"Just the check."

"Yes, sir." He turns and rushes away.

"Well, Barbi, what's it going to be? Are you going to accept me and who I love, and get rid of this attitude, or are we done?"

"I don't know. I'm going to think about it." An evil glint appears in her eyes as she curves the corners of her lip up in a smile. It's then I know she's the lion, about to pounce on its prey. "You know Mommy is still upset you left us. And for a man, nonetheless. You embarrassed her and tore our family apart."

I groan in frustration, already seeing this may be the end of my relationship with my daughter.

"Barbi, I didn't just leave your mother. She cheated on me repeatedly and I deserved better. Which you are perfectly aware of, yet you only choose to believe your mother's warped version of events. You could have gone with me, but chose to stay with her."

"She had a nicer house!" she yells.

That's it, I've had enough. I look at the bill, pull a hundred out of my pocket, and toss it on the table. I'm done.

Standing up, I don't say another word and walk out of the restaurant.