She wished Endea, his most recent girlfriend, would realize that her father would never marry again. Everyone in town seemed to know that, except women like Endea. They did everything, including befriending his children to get in Lucky's good graces, but his heart still belonged to his late wife. At least, this time, he'd picked a woman who knew how to cook.
"Thanks, Luck."
"Get some rest, honey." He tapped on the door twice, indicating he was about to head on out. "Chevy has fresh water and food. I'll let him inside. He's been yapping and crying for you since we came home."
Chevy wasn't much of a protector, not yet anyway, but he did make for great company.
"Oh, there he is. Creed must have let him in."
When he barked, followed by his paws scratching at the bathroom door, her father sent him to his doggy bed that she had set up in her room.
"I love you, Star."
"Love you, too," she whispered, roughly swiping tears from each cheek. She just wasn't sure if she liked him.
He was playing with the devil, the same one she felt had come and taken her mother away, because in her heart, God could never be that cruel. If Lucky or Creed died, even in death, she would never forgive them.
"Don't move.Don't you fucking move."
Swift held up the bottom of his shirt with his teeth as he gripped both sides of Alexis's head. She gulped and gulped as he shot a load of his seed down her throat. Her stretched jaws trembled, sweat peppering her face, while his fingers tightly gripped her braids. Her orbs grew misty as she fought to breathe.
Sadly, Swift wasn't moved by her tears, and neither did he come to make her feel good. In fact, her servicing him on her knees was the least she could do after the blank trip he took in afternoon traffic to come to her aid.
"Whew, Lex." He stumbled back to catch his balance, his hand pressed firmly against the wall. "Damn, I needed that."
He grinned as he stared down at his dick that bobbed in the air, ignoring the tears that rained down her cheek. To add insult to injury, he then reached over her head and grabbed a handful of paper towels… for himself.
"Fuck!" he grunted as he cleaned himself up. "It almost feels like fucking rug burn."
He looked at his watch and groaned. He was behind schedule. He needed to get on the road, but he hadn't yet packed or gotten his weekly haircut. If nothing else, Swift prioritized eating well and looking good, his body in top condition after years of playing football.
"Thanks for the good time, but I have to head out." He wiped his hands as best he could, then stuffed his dick inside his boxers and pulled up his sweatpants.
"Really, Swift? You're leaving already, and after a week of not returning my calls?"
His jaw tightened at the sound of her whining, especially since she was one of many who thought Cairo "Swift" Brighton was interested in being her man. He wasn't, but he also wasn't turning down any pussy or head that was offered to him… within reason.
"Lex, man." He pushed out an irritated breath, then looked for a place to discard the paper towels. He could barely see, considering they were inside the closet of her aunt's floral shop. "You plan to sit there all day and complain about nothing, or what?"
She didn't respond. Luckily for her, because his mother raised him to be somewhat respectful, he extended his hand to assist her up. He ignored the pout, then grabbed a few paper towels and shoved them into her hand.
"Ready? You need to get out there because being in here ain't good for business. Who knows who's out there."
It also didn't help that he'd also fucked her cousin, who worked at the same floral shop. He didn't owe either of them an explanation, but he also didn't want them in a dispute over dick, especially dick that didn't belong to either of them.
Alexis roughly wiped her lips, then grimaced, causing him to laugh.
"What's so damn funny?"
"You, man. I wasn't even supposed to stop by here. Thought you had an emergency with the alarms and shit. They were off when I showed up."
Swift didn't see it as a missed trip because his mother loved flowers. Outside of her and his younger sister, Gianna, no other woman could or would ever have his heart. He showed it as often as he could by showering them both with gifts, flowers being one of them.
"The alarm did go off."
Alexis pouted, growing frustrated. This was not how she envisioned their afternoon would go when he quickly picked up her call. Truth was, he didn't even look when he answered because she woke him up out of his sleep.
"I accidentally opened the back door and didn't know how to disable it after Tara stepped out."
