Logan
Istand at the end of Tillie’s bed with a cup of coffee, watching her sleep peacefully…with Tey wrapped around her like a koala bear. He’s always been the big spoon, I’ve caught him plenty of times in my bed, snuggling up against me while I was sleeping. I used to give him shit when we were younger, telling him to stop sneaking into my bedroom, but he said he needed to feel the warmth of something next to him. So I didn’t bring it up again and pretend it’s normal for my best friend to hug me while I sleep.
He’s been like this for two days, since the night at the warehouse, and it worries me. I’ve caught him each night in here with a large grin on his face while it’s buried against the back of her neck. He’s becoming attached. It’s what I feared from the beginning.
I walk to his side of the bed and flick his ear, stepping back with perfect timing. His knife whips out, missing my face by mere inches as he grumbles in his sleep.
“Tey. Wake the fuck up and go home. Check on the foster kids. You know you’ll regret it if you don’t,” I whisper and wonder why I’m trying to be so quiet.
I glance at Tillie, seeing her face completely relaxed in sleep, which is the opposite of how it usually is when I come in here to watch her as she dreams. She always looks worried, her shoulders tight as if she feels like someone is at her back, staring her down, getting ready to attack her. I like the way her parted lips look plumper, fuller than usual while she sleeps. A perfect way to wake her up would be me shoving my cock in her mouth, but I don’t want my third arm bitten off. She’s feisty like that. I grab Tey’s knife, watching him sigh in content as he snuggles into her some more. I lean over both of them, just to fuck with her while she’s fast asleep and to see what she’ll do.
The moment I graze my thumb over her nipple, it hardens, peeking through her shirt. The soft moan she lets out has Tey snapping his eyes open. He’s no longer pretending to sleep, making eye contact with me over her shoulder and wiggling his eyebrows.
“No. Go home. We’ll meet you at school, take my car. I’ll keep an eye on her.” I straighten up and hand him my coffee cup as he mumbles under his breath sleepily, pouting like a baby when he leaves her bedroom.
It gives me a second to look her over without her knowing, growing more curious about her as the little wrinkle forms between her brows and she stretches her arm out like she’s looking for Tey and the warmth he left behind. Every time I stare at her, she seems to know. Always looking my way, meeting my eyes before curling her lip and glancing away, as if disgusted. It could be that Paris has been hanging off my arm the last few days, following me around like a stray dog. Maybe it’s the way half the school’s population calls Tillie crude names as she walks by, or stuffs her locker with trash. The other day was used condoms, which set me off. No cum touches her but mine, or the guys if I allow it. I put the mark on her back and said that she’s an open target for the students to go after her, but it’s my way of seeing how much she can take. She hasn’t backed down, not once. She takes it and gives it right back. I admire that.
My gaze slides down her body as she lays on her side, the t-shirt rising up to the curve of her bubbly ass and the blanket tangled around her feet. I could look at her toned, tan, smooth legs all day, imagining them wrapped around my waist.
“Are you going to stand there perving all day or get the hell out so I can get ready?” She mumbles out in a groggy voice, her eyes still closed before she squints them open to look at me with a raised brow.
“So what if I was staring? Just appreciating my slut. It’s a nice view, I'll admit. You never did tell me how much you charge by the way. I feel like getting my cock wet again.” I duck as she chucks her pillow towards my head and actually growls at me as she sits up.
“Get out before I cut off your balls in your sleep and feed them to you.” She smirks as my body shudders at the idea.
“Ouch, baby girl. That would be a shame, my little swimmers wouldn’t be there for the baby making.” I click my tongue and head towards the bathroom door to shower.
“I’d do the world a favor, devil's spawn,” she whispers to herself and suddenly starts struggling in her sheets to get out of bed. “Hey! Let me use the bathroom first. You take forever to style your hair, you're worse than a girl,” She demands as I slam the door, twisting the lock just as she makes it, her fist thumping on the wood.
“Go get breakfast then. It might be a while. The shower holds a special memory for me, so I might jerk one off.” I hold in my laugh as what sounds like her head thumping against the door on the other side.
“Ass!” she shouts and goes quiet as I start the shower.
Going through my routine, I sing under my breath as I soap my body up and wrap my fist around my cock, stroking as I picture her on the other side of the door, listening to me beating one off with her on my mind. Once I come with a low groan while splashing cum on the shower wall, I stand there under the water as I take deep breaths with her still occupying my thoughts. Grabbing the shower hose, I wash the wall and decide to take forever on my hair just to fuck with her. I get out of the shower with a grin and dress simple today in ripped jeans and a grey sweater, slipping on my Rolex last as I head downstairs towards the kitchen. We have an hour before we need to leave for school.
“Oh, dear! I’d love to have lunch to chat, but that’s the ladies’ luncheon that day and I can’t miss it. Another time? Maybe we can go shopping.” Diana’s voice sounds strained and that has me pausing outside the kitchen doorway, looking around the corner.
Tillie is at the end of the island, sitting on a bar stool as she eats a bagel, her smile forced as she stares at Diana like she’s feeling awkward. The gold digger won’t even look her own daughter in the eye, and I wonder what happened to the loving mother who fainted when she met her long lost daughter. The crocodile tears aren’t in sight any more. Diana’s smile is tight around the edges as she walks around the other side of the kitchen to Franco to say goodbye. She kisses him on the lips deeply, moaning loudly for us to hear, the sound too high pitched and fake to my own ears. Franco doesn’t bother to touch his wife back as he leans against the kitchen counter. He doesn’t do anything but watch Tillie as his wife tries to act like a porn star in front of her daughter. I clench my hand, wanting to pound my fist into his face for how he’s looking at her. Like she’s the juiciest steak in the universe and he’s starving. What the fuck?
“That’s, um, fine. We can talk about Uncle Rig and go shopping, maybe next week? No rush.” Tillie coughs, takes a drink of coffee, and looks away from them as they break apart as if she can’t stand the way Diana is staring at her accusingly.
“Not much to tell, but I’ll share anything I know. They are painful memories, I’m sure you understand that,” Diana says, turning to stare at her daughter with another fake smile, as she wipes at her smeared lipstick with a napkin.
“Yeah. Completely understand,” Tillie says quietly, looking defeated as she stares into her coffee cup.
“I knew you would. Bye, dear.” She smoothes a hand down Franco's chest and turns on her high heels to leave.
Diana pats her hair down and grabs her purse off the counter as she walks towards the garage door, leaving just Tillie and Franco alone. I stay hidden, waiting to see where this is going to go because I don’t like the way Franco hasn’t taken his eyes off Tillie this whole time. She won’t even glance his way, her body strung tight, and she keeps glancing at the clock on the stove.
“You remind me of her,” Franco suddenly says, breaking up the awkward silence.
Tillie looks up from her food, her bagel halfway to her mouth. She swallows before questioning Franco about what he could possibly mean.
“Who?” She tilts her head to the side, just as confused as I am.
“My first wife,” he replies and walks around the island to sit down next to her, so close that his shoulder rubs against hers as she shifts on the barstool.
My body goes rigid. I must have heard him wrong.
