Blinding Trust (3 page)

Savanna reached down, taking my shaft into her warm hands. She stroked it as our tongues mingled together. Her breathing became heavy and when I reached down between her legs again, all I could feel was how ready she was for me. Wasting no time at all, I drove myself inside of her, making sure to kiss her during my first thrust. She squealed, taking my whole size, like she’d practiced for all these years.

I licked on
e of her nipples, getting more aroused by the way it felt sliding against my tongue. I could tell she liked it. She licked her own lips and watched me, while my rock hard cock found it’s pace.

The slower I moved, the faster my release came. We never had time to waste and it was a good thing I was so close, because little knocks started coming from our door. “Mommy!
Daddy! I can’t get in,” Christian cried.

I knew at any moment Savanna was going to lose her concentration, so I did what every good husband would do. I took two fingers and started rubbing at her little clit until I sent her bucking into me. With my other hand over her mouth, to prev
ent her screams of passion to be heard by our daughter, I let go and filled my wife with a weeks worth of sexual tension.

I wished that we’d had time to lay there and catch our breath, but since one child was knocking and yelling, another
started screaming from her room. Savanna sighed as she jumped up and started getting dressed. I felt my pajama pants hitting me in the head as she made her way to the door and waited for me to slip them on. This was what our sex life had come to.

Chapter 3

Savanna

I was still upset with Colt, but sex wasn’t just about pleasing him. I had needs too. The whole Zeke thing was overwhelming me so much that I was unable to sleep. I tossed and turned, aside from having four little feet kicking me all through the night. Finally, at around four in the morning, I went into Christian’s room and went back to bed in peace. Exhaustion had set in and I was happy to be able to close my eyes and finally drift off.

When I woke up nothing had changed. Zeke was in town and Noah was going to have to meet him for who he was. I’d be a bad mother if I tried to prevent it. We would have to sit down and tell Noah all about his uncle and go from there.

He was a smart boy and I hoped that it wouldn’t cause problems within our family.

Since no one was awake yet, I tried to fall back asleep, until I felt someone little touching my face. I opened my eyes to see Christian standing over her bed looking at me. “Hi, Mommy.”

I reached out and grabbed her little hand. “Hi, baby. Is Daddy awake?”

“Yes. He
took Addy downstairs. She said she wanted food.”

I sat up and pushed the hair out of her face. “I love you.”

She giggled and started swaying her body. “I know.” Her little green eyes sparkled just like her fathers did.

I followed her down the stairs and found Colt and Addy in th
e kitchen. He had her in a chair and was feeding her bananas cut up and scrambled eggs. Her hair was a rat’s nest and even after she saw me, she continued to stuff her face. That girl could eat.

She smiled, allowing some of the mashed up bananas to escape out of the sides of her open mouth. “Hi, sunshine. Are you eating naners?”

She smiled and shoved another handful into her mouth. “Yes!”

Colt put his arms around me and turned my body around to face him. He hadn’t shaved yet, probably because Addy woke him up. “Good mornin’, darlin’.”

His lips pressed into mine and I instinctively closed my eyes. His lips were always so soft when we kissed. As I pulled away, I opened my eyes to see him staring at me. “Good morning to you. Thanks for letting me sleep.”

He laughed and turned around to flip a couple strips of bacon. “It’s seven, Savanna. It ain’t like I let you sleep all day. I knew Christian was goin’ to find you and get
you downstairs. You know how she is.”

“Yeah, I do. So, after breakfast, I think we need to sit down with Noah and have a talk. The longer we wait, the harder it will be for me. I say we just tell him about his uncle, let them visit, and forget about yesterday. I don’t want to fight with you over something that we need to deal with.”

He turned around to
look at me again, after making sure his bacon wasn’t going to be too crispy. “I know you don’t like this. I just want you to know that I’m worried too. I don’t want our son to be corrupted by his crazy lifestyle. You know that he’s goin’ to think that kind of life is interestin’.”

“I think you’re jumping t
he gun. Noah loves his life. It ain’t like we’re goin’ to lose him.” I hear the fear in Colt’s voice as he tried to calm me. It wasn’t reassuring when he was worried about the same thing.

We spent the rest of the morning dealing with our normal routines. It wasn’t enough to keep my mind
off of things, but a mother’s job is never done. Colt made plans to invite Zeke and his wife over for dinner. It was disturbing enough that they were coming, but to top that, Colt handed me a list of everything they didn’t eat. I’d have to make a special trip into town just to be able to feed the people that I didn’t want in my house.

Colt headed out about nine in the morning to do his daily checks on everything. I knew he’d be back by lunchtime, since we usually spent the afternoons in the office doing paperwork. When I needed someone to vent to, I called the salon, where Miranda and Amy would both be.

Scissor Sounds. Ar
e you callin’ for a cut or color?
Miranda had the cutest southern voice. I almost wanted to play like I was an old lady and set up a fake appointment.

It’s just me. How busy are you?

I just walked in. Amy is doin’ a foil treatment. What’s up?

You are never going to believe what happened. I still can’t believe it.

Are you goin’ to tell me or do I just have to hear you upset about it?

Sorry! Krista’s brother is back in town.

Krista? Like Noah’s Krista? I forgot all about that kid.

Yeah, and that’s not even the worst part.

Does he want to see Noah? Oh my God I know you are freakin’ out.

I’m not freaking out about that as much as the fact that Krista’s brother changed his name. He goes by Zeke Marlo now.

Why does that name sound familiar?

Because he is the lead singer and guitarist for that rock band that Conner is so crazy about.

Shut up! Are you for real?

Can you not be so excited about it? I called you for moral support.

Sorry. It’s just…well he’s famous. It’s kind of cool.

Not when he and his wife are recovering addicts.

Noah doesn’t have to know that. He’ll just be excited about meetin’ his famous uncle. Wait! Am I supposed to be against it all together?

YES!

So an autograph is out of the question?

Amy is so much better at being on my side! You suck!

Sorry. Can you at least tell me why we are against it?

Just because! I mean, what if he wants to go stay with him? What if they have booze and pills all over the place? What if he wants to be a rocker or dye his hair black and pierce his face up? My God, Colt will have a heart attack and die.

I think you are reading too much into this. Maybe he just wants to meet Noah because he is the only family he has left. Just because he looks different than us, doesn’t mean he is a terrible guy. He was always a nice kid. I’m not sayin’ that he hasn’t changed, but at least let them meet. You never know. Noah might get freaked out and not want to see him again.

I’m a horrible mother.

No! You’re a great mother who is worried about her son going in the wrong direction. It’s good that you care. Listen Van, Noah is a smart kid. He knows you and Colt love him to death. Just take some deep breaths and be positive about the visit. The more negative you are, the more he will want to do it. I know it’s hard, but you have to try.

It makes me feel like I am losing him. I respect Krista for having him and being his mother, but she’s gone and I have been that boy’s mother since he came to live with us. I love him like he is my own flesh and blood. He helped me get through one of the hardest points in my life. I can’t imagine not having him.

He isn’t going anywhere. He loves you. You know that.

I better go, Addy will be up from her nap soon.

Okay. I love you. Deep breaths and call me if you need me.

Love you, too!

I felt a little better after we hung up, but I was still worried.

Once Addy woke up from her nap, we headed out to the grocery store. It took me forever to get everything on the list for dinner, since I had no idea how to even pronounce some of the foods.

While standing in line at the checkout, I noticed Zeke was on the cover of two tabloid magazines. I threw both of them on the counter and paid for them with my groceries. If this man was going to be around my kids, I wanted to know everything about him.

When I had all of the groceries loaded into the
SUV, and my daughter in her booster seat with a cookie, I opened up the first magazine and started reading. Addy started to whine, so I turned on a video of a dancing purple dinosaur and she calmed down. As much as I hated hearing those songs over and over, they sure did calm my child down. She missed it when her sister went to kindergarten. She only had preschool three days a week.

The first tabloid paper was a picture of Zeke, surrounded by two half dressed bimbos. He had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and a bottle of booze was in his hand that was hanging over the shoulder of one of the girls. It made
me cringe to think about my almost eleven year old idolizing this guy. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with bands and music until he was at least in middle school.

After reading the whole three page article, I learned that Zeke owned a couple of houses. This particular picture that I was looking at had been taken at his L.A. property. Apparently, while his wife went on some tour with other recovering addicts to talk to teens in different cities, he was busy living it up without her.

One of the women were claiming that he fathered her unborn child.

I felt
nauseous that someone his age could still be so irresponsible. He made Ty look like a saint, that’s for sure.

I put that magazine down and grabbed the next one. This particular magazine was well known and all about musicians. Zeke and his band were on the cover, wearing only pants. They were all covered in tattoos, and not the pretty kind, like Colt had. Two of the members had one side of their heads shaved. They had their tongues out and were holding up live rats like they were going to eat them whole. Zeke had his arms crossed and was looking over with a sly grin on his face. He rubbed me the wrong way and it wasn’t just because I was being a selfish mother.

I opened the article and read about all the members and what they had come from. Zeke met the twins while doing a show in New Orleans. Once the three of them got together, they were signed and added the last two members. The story went on to talk about how fame had caused the band to have troubles. All of the after parties, the drugs, the booze and the women, had created a group of men that barely had working livers.

It went into each member in detail, finally ending with Zeke being the last. I read all about his alcoholic father and what he went through as a kid, relying on just his sister to be fed each day. They talked about his first wife and how she couldn’t handle the lifestyle any longer.
He’d met his second wife at one of his rehab trips and they’d had a very public affair, not caring who knew or how many people they hurt.

It went on to say how he and his wife had reconciled and they were seen at a fertility clinic. The article was claiming that a child would calm down the troubled star. I thought the article was crap. You can’t bring a baby into that kind of environment to act as some sort of last result therapy. It
appalled me.

When my phone started ringing, I realized that I had completely lost track of time. I was certain that my frozen items had melted all over the back storage compartment.

Hello?

Hey, darlin’, it’s me. I’m just checkin’ on you.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was eleven thirty.
I am leaving the store now. Do you want me to pick up lunch?

I can make us something and have it ready when you get here.

Okay, we’ll see you in about twenty minutes.

Alright, darlin’. See you then.

Addy was in the back watching the dinosaur show, not paying any attention to me in the front seat. I started on our way back to the ranch, feeling worse than I had before I read the articles. I was scared to even show Colt. I knew he was worried too.

Once we pulled up at the house,
Colt came out to help with the bags. Sure enough, ice cream was dripping out of one of them. He held up the bag in the driveway.

I gave him a guilty look and handed him the articles. “I sat in the parking lot reading all about our visitor.”

He cocked his eyebrow and grabbed some more bags. “I don’t want to know, do I?”

I gra
bbed Addy out of her seat. She’d fallen asleep and I was trying not to wake her. “Not really,” I whispered.

As soon as I had laid our daughter down for her nap, I headed into the kitchen to find Colt examining the things that I had purchased. He was reading one of the labels when he noticed me standing there. “This stuff sounds disgusting. Meat has to be better for you than what’s in this stuff. There ain’t no way in Hell that I would eat liquid beans instead of beef.”

I laughed, thinking about Colt being a vegetarian. “Darn. I was thinking about changing our diets.”

“To hell with that. I’d rather starve. My kids are eatin’ good food, not this imitation shit.”

I helped put the non-perishables away and sat down at the table. Colt put a plate with a tuna sandwich down in front of me. Then he sat down across from me with his plate and a bag of chips. “I talked to Miranda today about what was going on.”

“What did she say?” He popped a chip in his mouth.

I took a bite and waited until I swallowed to answer. “She thought it was cool, at first.”

“It ain’t cool. I just want this visit to be done and over with. When Zeke leaves, we need to sit Noah down and let him know that we are not okay with him growin’ up and wantin’ that kind of lifestyle.”

Colt took a huge bite of his sandwich and just stared at me. What he was doing was thinking about something. I’d seen him do it a million times. “I love you.”

“Your lunch is that good, huh?”