want to fight him. I don’t want to have to sit him on the naughty step and go through all that bullshit.
“Sowry!” Cindy’s got her hands on her hips, and her lips are pursed. What the hell? Does she want me to crucify him?
“Sweetheart,” I say and hand him the blanket. “Help Ava tuck in baby...” Shit, I forget what she was calling the doll. “What’s her name, sweetie?”
“Missy Jane,” she pouts, but she’s not sad anymore, now it’s just for attention.
I smile at her and walk them over to Missy Jane. “Let’s put Missy Jane to bed.” I hand Ava the blanket and she tucks one end under the doll while Jax puts his finger over his lips and shushes. “Good job, you two! You make such a good team.”
It feels like a workout, but at least they aren’t screaming at each other and pulling each other's hair. Next year, maybe. I’ve heard of the terrible twos, and the fucking fours. Not looking forward to that one. I put a hand on Jax’s back to keep him there.
“Time to say bye to Ava.” I smile at the two of them and then Cindy, who’s texting on her phone.
I can’t help but wonder what she would think if I told her about him. About Dirty Dom. I don’t know what he wants from me, but my heart clenches at how I kicked him out. I think he came to use me, but ended up being used instead. My smile broadens, not that Cindy would notice since she’s still furiously texting.
I wonder what she’d think about him, and then I realize I really don’t give a shit.
Dom
Looks like I got here just in time. Play date’s leaving. That sounds fucking awful. At least the parents aren’t outnumbered. Two women, two kids, it can’t be that bad. The little girl shrieks as her mother tries to buckle her in. She’s got a voice on her! I wince at the ringing in my ears. I guess it can be that bad.
At least my doll has a boy. Boys have gotta be easier than girls. I scowl watching the car leave. What the fuck am I even thinking about this shit for? I just came to check on my doll and make a few things clear.
She’s mine now.
I guess that’s only one thing, but still. I need her to agree to that. And then I can play with Becca and see just how rough my doll likes it. I palm my dick, thinking about that ass. Fuck yeah, I’m definitely getting in there tonight. Women don’t usually get to me, but this one has. I gotta fuck her out of my system, and she’s definitely down to fuck.
I walk up the sidewalk to her house and stand next to a car, pretending to look at my phone. I’ve never stalked a person before. That’s not what I do. I know a guy to call if I need someone found. But I’m feeling a little awkward at the moment. She kicked my ass out a few hours ago; she’s probably giving her son a bath, or reading stories, or just fucking watching Rugrats with him. I don’t fucking know. I’m not going to knock.
Fuck that.
I grimace, not knowing what to do. I always have a plan of some sort. But I’m flying by the seat of my pants over this broad. When she puts the kid to bed, that’s the time to pay her a visit. But I don’t know his bedtime. I don’t know any of that shit. I run my hand down my face. Am I really going to creep around her house to figure out if she’s putting him down for bed? I think about knocking on the door and imagine her standing there with the little guy on her hip. Yeah, I’m gonna fucking peek. I need to take a look and see what’s going on in there. I'm not into playing Connect Four with the little guy. Not when all I want is to get some pussy. She's really gotten under my skin. I need to fuck this broad out of my system.
I walk to the backyard. No fence, so that's easy enough. I slink around the corner of the house. I'm probably looking conspicuous as fuck, but I can't fucking help that. I don't think anyone saw me though. It's pretty dark, but I stay in the shadows.
She's got a nice deck. Real fucking nice. A sunken hot tub,