“I told you to fucking come,” I demand. “So you fucking come.” Another slap on her ass. She whimpers, but doesn’t come. I know she’s trying to hold out, though; she likes being spanked. The brat.
Another.
“Please,” she begs. “Don’t fucking stop.”
I think about a million very un-sexy things to keep myself from blowing inside of her right then, to be able to wait until she finishes first.
When a string of curses falls from her mouth and she's lying with her chest flat on the table in front of her, I unload. I pump every bit that I can into her and stay there for a minute. I don’t want a single drop escaping her.
Very caveman of me, I know.
The thought of her growing my baby is probably my top fantasy, but I haven’t told her that. I don’t want to see her hurting.
When I feel myself slipping out of her, I drop to my knees and move her legs apart.
CLOVER
Icatch Beckett watching me again as I walk around talking to the parents who brought their kids. He’s grilling the meat, and I’m playing the perfect hostess. Lennon and her friends are in the bounce house we rented.
I’m on edge, waiting for Hannah to text me back. She’s kept to her end of the bargain. Beck signed the deed over to her, and she dropped the petitions for custody and spousal support. She even signed off on her parental rights.
I’ll be honest, Lennon hasn’t asked about her once since we stopped going to the visitations. We’ve asked her if she wants to call her or talk to her, and she’s said no each time. She’s called me ‘Momma’ every day since the day it happened at Mary and Hayes’ house. Sometimes she still calls me Lovey, but more often than not, it’s Momma. Every time the name comes from her mouth, my heart feels like it’s going to burst. I wish my mom could be here for everything.
I check my phone again, but nothing. I send Beckett a text instead.
Cake time!
I already had dessert, but I could absolutely devour you again if you’d like.
Beckett Hollis.
Clover Hollis.
My eyes fly up to meet his, and he fucking winks.
Pretty sure it’s Clover Kerrington.
Pretty sure it won’t be for long.
Is the ink even dry from the divorce papers? Wouldn’t want it to smudge.
Keep that smart mouth up and I’ll be seeing what else it’s capable of.
You’re insufferable. I’m going to get my daughter’s birthday cake now.
Your daughter, huh?
Yup. Until she opens her mouth and your personality comes out.
I watchhim chuckle at his phone, hand his dad the spatula, and walk over to me.
He holds the cake while I light the seven rainbow-striped candles on it, and we carry it out, singing.
When everyone gathers around and Lennon blows out her candle, she makes her wish very quietly, and after, refuses to tell anyone, even when they ask. She gets very frustrated when someone asks her, because she is a firm believer that if she says it out loud, it won’t come true. Me too.
The text comes through late. Lennon is asleep, and Beckett, Brynn, and I are cleaning up the aftermath of the party. Fifteen kids leave a mess.
I can meet tomorrow.
