“Yes, but you have to see our parents. I get to stay here and finish myself.”
“No. No little Letty, no touching. You remember the rules.”
I want to shoutfuck the rulesbut the orgasms that follows when I listen are so delicious, so I agree to the no touching rule. For now.
Landon then walks around so he’s standing in front of me. Tipping my chin up so I’m looking at him, he leans down and kisses me softly, as if this is the first time he has kissed me, kissed anyone and is nervous to do so. He is pouring as much love and tenderness into it, I can feel tears prick at the back of my eyes.
These men do love me, and I’m scared to admit I love them.
Breaking the kiss Landon runs his finger under my lip “Behave and I’ll be back soon,” and with that, he walks away.
“Thank you”
“Anything for my girl”
His girl. Their girl.
Landon
The drive to my dad’s and Claire’s feels longer than normal. It’s only three minutes away, the joys of a small town, but the way Claire spoke to Violet still weighs heavy on my mind.
I can’t believe she spoke to her like that. Her own daughter.
Both of their cars are in the driveway.Great.No point putting this off. I make my way to the house but before I can get to it, the front door is opened, and Dad is standing there. The disappointed look isn’t there anymore, so that’s a bonus.
I can play this one of two ways: ignore him, or play nice.
“Son,” he nods, acknowledging my presence.
“Dad,” I step around him and make my way to my room. I just have a suitcase to grab. It’s Violet’s things I need to look for and pack.
Before I can reach my room Dad talks again, “We need to talk about yesterday and the, um, well the revelation.”
“How about we talk about how your wife spoke to her daughter?”
I notice the way he flinches, but I keep walking. Walking past Violet’s room I notice its half packed.
Claire stops and looks at me as if sensing my presence, “Oh, Landon.” There’s a look of disgust in her eye that she makes no effort to hide. I roll my eyes.
I should thank Claire. Violet only wanted her clothes, laptop, and uni work, and that’s what is packed. I make it to my carwithout being stopped. Turning to go back and grab Violet’s clothes, I see Claire and Dad at the door. I quirk an eyebrow, but still don’t say anything as I walk to the door they are occupying, with the intention to walk around them to get Violet’s things.
“Landon,” Claire reaches out for me, but I sidestep it.
“Don’t Claire, just don’t.” I try to keep the venom out of my tone, but it doesn’t work. She takes a step back. “You called your daughter, my girlfriend, vile things last night, and then kicked her out. You do not get to talk to me.”
“Son.”
“And you just stood there letting it happen! What would you do if someone called Claire those things?” At least Dad has the decency to look disappointed in himself.
“How did you expect us to react? She is sleeping with three men, like a common wh-“
“Don’t you dare fucking finish that sentence.” I say through gritted teeth, trying to contain my anger.
“Whore.” I’ll give it to her she has balls.
I step up to her but Dad finally shows a backbone and puts himself in my way. “Landon, I think we need time to process still.”
“Take all the time you need” I spin on my heels “But finish packing her things, Claire, and make sure all her important documents are there.”
