will break your jaw. And I’ll show your wife the pictures I took of you and your date.”
“Pictures?” Don asked.
“Oh, yeah, man. The second Abby told me what you did to her, I’ve been following you.”
I hadn’t been following him at all.
But what he didn’t know…
“Christ,” Don said. “I love my wife. I love my daughter. I have a problem.”
“Yes, you do,” I said. “Now apologize.”
Don stood and turned. He put his hands together and addressed Abby. “I’m so sorry. Okay? I was wrong. I was stupid. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. You all did such a good job for my daughter. She was so happy. And I just…”
“You thought I was a whore,” Abby said.
“Yes,” Don said. “I’m sorry. I was wrong.”
I looked at Abby.
She nodded.
Rick was on his way back.
I opened the car door for Don.
He started to move and I stopped him.
“Which hand, Abby?” I called out.
“Left,” she said.
“What are you doing?” Don asked.
“Listen to my client,” Rick’s voice boomed from behind Don.
He crouched and looked like a bee was attacking him.
I grabbed his wrist and put his left hand in the door.
“Move your hand and Rick is going to take over,” I warned Don.
Don shut his eyes.
I slammed the car door on his hand and Don screamed.
Then I walked to Abby.
“Anything else you want to add here, honey?” I asked.
Abby grabbed my shirt and moved to her toes.
“This means nothing,” she said.
Then her lips made their way to meet mine.
Abby climbed on top of me in the back of the SUV.
I was suddenly engulfed by the taste of her mouth, the smell of her hair and clothes. My lips touched the skin of her neck. My tongue flickering, teasing and tasting.
My hands moved up her back and dug into her hair.
Her hips began to twist, making circles that brought my cock to life in seconds.
It throbbed and I wanted to fuck her right there in the back of the SUV.
It’s Abby…
I pulled my mouth from her neck.
My hands moved from her hair to her sides.
I gently lifted her enough to put a little breathing room between her and my cock.
But it was too late.
I was rock hard.
She grabbed the back of the seat.
Staring down at me with pouty lips from kissing me.
Rick drove fast, understanding what was happening.
But Rick didn’t know the history of Abby and I.
It had been years since I kissed her. Since I felt her against me.
Yet it seemed like just last week was the last time she playfully ground her ass to my cock to make me hard.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Then don’t stop me,” she said.
She lowered down and moved again.
I hissed and picked her back up again. “What the fuck, honey… are you trying to kill me right now?”
“What’s wrong, rock star? Can’t hold your load? It’s okay. You can mess your jeans. I won’t tell anyone.”
I curled my lip.
I moved my right hand to the back of her head and pulled her down to kiss me again.
Our tongues met with a wicked force. Both of us wanting to take control of the kiss. Both of us not going to let up. It also didn’t help matters that we were now taking our anger and frustration out through sexual need.
Her ass slammed down against my cock so hard, I felt a quick sting of pain.
I jumped and groaned, thrusting up at her.
My left hand moved over her shirt and I cupped her right breast.
I squeezed… hard…
Abby grabbed my hand and shoved it away.
She broke the kiss. “It’s not a fucking squeeze toy, Reed. Fuck.”
My hands were at her back again.
I pulled her against me, burying my face in her tits.
Over her shirt. Gritting my teeth. Damn near suffocating myself.
Abby wiggled her hips over and over, really trying to tease me into coming.
My left hand slipped down her body and I hooked my middle finger to her belt loop and lifted her up. My right hand cut between us and flicked open the button on her jeans in less than a second.
She was wearing panties tonight.
For some reason that made me harder.
My fingers slipped into the front of her panties and I felt the soft stubble of her hair, guiding me down to her sweet center.
Her warm skin gave way to a wet pool that made me hiss again.
I looked up at her.
“All because I beat up a guy?” I asked. “Damn, honey, you’re easy.”
“Shut the fuck up, Reed,” she said. “It’s not just that.”
“Then what is