My balls produced enough sperm that day to impregnate a harem, but all I wanted was her. All I’ll ever want is her.
As my father’s voice drones on, I think of pushing her down to her knees and shoving my prison-starved dick between those pouty little lips. Or teach her a new trick, sitting on Santy’s lap reverse cowgirl style with my dick up her tight little asshole.
Decisions, decisions.
“Are you listening to me, Cutter?” Colbert’s voice cuts through my more pleasant thoughts.
No.
“Yeah, I’m still here,Dad.”
He chokes. I haven’t called him Dad since I was a kid. “You haven’t earned the right—”
Enough of his bullshit. I made this call for my own reasons, but my sweet little knocked-up sister is distracting as fuck. “Your turn to fucking listen, my turn to talk,” I say calmly.
Sadie twists the cap onto the nail-polish jar, leaning down to blow on her toes, and I nearly lose my load in my pants.
“Don’t you talk to me like—”
“Shut the fuck up. You want to say Merry Christmas to Sadie? She’s right here.”
He goes silent. I hadn’t told him where I was when I called. He was too busy being right about fucking everything as soon as he answered the phone.
I get it. It’s fear. He’s scared as fuck that he doesn’t know what to do with me. He never did. But his heavy-handed techniques had the opposite effect from the one he’d hoped. His insistence on ‘my way or the highway’ only made me want to defy him more.
I take the phone from my ear, tapping the speaker button, and his voice projects into the tiled room, “—with Sadie? You think I’m going to give you any more money at all if you’re not willing to keep up your end of the agreement? You stay away from my ranch, and you stay away from my family, you hear me?”
“I didn’t agree to shit, old man. You offered money in exchange for my balls, and I walked away. You assuming we had an agreement is your own blind arrogance talking.” I seethe as Sadie interrupts the downward spiral of the conversation.
“Hi, Dad,” she chirps with a grin, looking up with sparkling fucking eyes that make me seriously consider hanging up and taking my anger out on her already-beat-to-shit little baby maker there, but I hold my tongue, letting her soften the wedge that’s between the two men in our family.
“Sadie, don’t worry. Cutter is leaving, right now, if he knows what’s good for him. I had the deputy come up there last night. He said you were fine, but now, clearly, he needs to be schooled on whatfinemeans.”
She laughs. “Iamfine, Dad. What do you think he’s going to do to me?”
I lean forward, run a finger down the side of her thigh, and she wiggles her butt on the table, shivering. “You keep wriggling like that, you’re going to find out what I’ll do to you,” I growl, making her giggle and stick out her tongue.
“What thehellis going on?” Colbert barks through the phone, and I decide to put him out of his misery.
“Is Sadie’s mother there?” I ask, leaning forward to kiss Sadie’s forehead as her brow furrows with worry.
“Yes, Elena is right here. Now, tell me what you’re doing atmyranch, and—”
“Is Isabel listening?”
“No—” Colbert’s voice sounds confused for a second, like I don’t know I have a half-sister. “She’s outside by the pool.”
“Good. You want to know what I’m doing at the ranch? I’m doing Sadie. Six ways ‘til Sunday.”
Sadie snorts. I hear a high-pitched yelp that sounds like Sadie’s mom, telling me Colbert’s phone is on speaker too. Good. Let’s get all the shit out on the table.
“I’ve been doing Sadie for a while now, actually. We had some very nice conjugal visits. She’s pregnant, by the way. Eight months. Means I knocked her up the first time.” I listen to the silence on the other end of the line as that sinks in, watching the heat rise on Sadie’s cheeks. I meet her eyes, make sure she’s with me, get an affirmative nod. My strong girl. “So here’s how things go from here. When you decide to treat us with respect and understand that your way isn’t the only way, thenyou allwill be welcome inourhome.”
The university was only an hour from the prison, so she visited every Saturday and then more often once I started paying the guards off.
Sadie glances up, and I pause as she tries to mouth something at me. I raise my eyebrows, and she whispers it again, and I nod.
“I amend my previous statement. Isabel is welcome anytime. Especially if she needs to get away from the two of you. But there are going to be grandbabies, and if you want to be part of their lives, you’re going to need to get your shit together and accept that Sadie’s gonna be my wife. I fucking love her, and she loves me. Done and dusted.”
