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BABY
CHAPTER ONE
Ryder
It made me want to puke the way they treated her. What a fucked up family. Sitting there, slobbering all over themselves thinking their little princess was about to snag me like a bitch and make them some kind of second rate, trailer trash royalty. If they only knew what they had coming, they’d be running for the tin can where they came from.
Don’t get me wrong, I grew up in that same trash heap down at the bottom of Eight Mile. Yeah, there was a movie about it, that’s where I grew up. And, that’s where her family still remain. Only, they don’t have any fucking idea what I know about their precious Theresa, a.k.a. Trixie, and it’s about to go viral.
“Baby, why didn’t you wear the suit? This is a special night.” Trixie Whitehouse sat there like a smug version of cartoon royalty with her strapless orange nightmare barely holding up the weight of her third round of silicone implants.
“I don’t wear what you tell me to wear.” I leaned back in my chair, my eyes barely able to stay off the ultimate prize which sat like a demure china doll next to her parents. I had on my fatigues, I knew it would piss off Trixie, and I also knew my babygirl loved me in my camo, so . . .
bonus.
“Chloe, go get us two more Bud’s. NOW.” Edgar Whitehouse was too lazy to get his own beer from the bar, so he sent his youngest daughter to do his dirty work. What a fuck.
I wanted to jump across that eight top and smash the ten teeth he had left down his throat. But, I knew that would be too much for my little girl, so I rolled my eyes and swallowed deep. Counting the minutes until I could get the fuck out of here.
“Baby! Why aren’t you listening to me??” Trixie looked like a ten cent whore and her breath smelled like a trashcan filled with ten kinds of cheap liquor and a hundred ashtrays. She made my stomach turn. It was one of her other skanky friend’s getting married and she was in the bridal party. I was thankful, because it meant she was sitting at the head table and not with me.
“What?” It was all I could do not to push her face away from me and flatten her on the ground. In her condition, it was only a matter of time before she ended up on the floor, but I didn’t want to be the one to put her there. At least not in front of my angel.
“Why are you such a grump.” Trixie pouted, with a distorted fantasy that somehow I might think looking at her bratty face was cute.
“I’m not a grump but you
are
drunk and if you don’t know by now how I hate . . .” I let my voice trail off.
What the fuck did I care? She knew how I felt about it, and she chose to throw back as many shots as the bartender would serve at once along with the other Orange Crush contingent that stood next to the bride.
She wasn’t going to listen anyway. Her attention span made a flea look focused. I looked over at my girl walking back from the bar, her hands gripping two brown bottles with red and white labels, setting them down in front of the toothless wonder and his lovely bride who applied her eyeliner as thick as her lipstick. Besides her raccoon eyes and smeared red lips, there wasn’t a bottle of peroxide left at Walmart from the looks of her hair.
“Mom!” Trixie screamed across the table.
I took a deep breath, all I wanted to do was grab my baby’s hand and get her the hell out of here. She looked so lost and out of place with this circus sideshow. How the fuck she came from the same place as the rest of these freaks is beyond me.
I was only here for her, she had begged me not to end it yet officially with Trix. I wasn’t even sure why her sister even thought we were still together. I hadn’t touched her, even kissed her since I got back. But, as long as my baby was still in that house with these freaks, I was trying to keep her life from being even worse, so I played along.
“Yes princess?” Elvira’s twin leaned her elbows on the table, taking a deep draw from the long neck brown bottle, wiping the back of her hand over her chin when she couldn’t even manage to keep the beer from dribbling out of her lips.
“Don’t you think Ryder looks older? I think he got older while he was sitting in that desert for so long. Baby, did you get older?” They both laughed.
“Yep, older and wiser.” I spat back as my gut clenched.
Trixie leaned over, her hand on my leg and her triple D silicone popping out the top of the cheap cream-sickle dress. It felt like acid was burning through my pants where she rested her hand and I couldn’t breathe for another second around her.
I jerked my leg sideways and kicked my chair back so hard it almost fell over.
“Where are you going baby?”
“To get some water.”
“There’s water right here silly. Come on, let’s dance!” She looked up, leaned on the table and tried to stand up. The tendrils of her intricate up-do falling in highlighted streaks in her face. What a train wreck.
“No. I’ll be back.” I looked over at Chloe, sitting there with her eyes low, her teeth biting on her lower lip. Jesus, if she knew what she was doing to me sitting there looking like that.
I threw my head back, cracked my neck trying to release some of the tension from watching the freak show and my cock screaming at me for my babygirl across the table.
Just knowing she was sitting there thinking about me was almost more than I could take. I needed to take a walk and try to tame this beast that was quickly filling up my pants.
Of course I should have broken it off with Trixie before I left, but there was something that just didn't feel right. Chloe actually felt so bad, even though I told her so many times there was nothing but history holding Trix and me loosely together. She begged me not to break up with her before I deployed, and after she explained it to me, there was no way I wanted to make her life any harder than it already was.
Her fucked up parents had some twisted idea that their little blond princess somehow was more valuable than the sweet smoldering angel that had her fingers wrapped unwillingly around my heart. And, soon, around my cock, but not yet, she was worth waiting for.
She was
the one,
and I was going to do it all right for her. It was killing me not being able to feel the insides of her curve around my cock as I entered the first time, but we had to do it like I planned, for her benefit. Even in high school I had kept my eye on her. She was the little sister and jail bait, but looking back, even then I knew, I just didn’t want to admit it.
“Hurry back. And, bring me another . . .” Trix waved her empty glass in the air. I wasn’t getting her another drink, and the fact that she asked me to was just another nail in her coffin.
I gave my girl a quick nod as she looked up at me, careful not to let anyone see. She was so sweet, even when those bottom feeders treated her like a piece of shit, she still didn’t want to hurt them. She was a better person than me, because I would have firebombed the whole table if I had my way.
After I got a hold of my hard on and took about a hundred deep breaths, thank fuck when I got back to the table, all the garbage carp were on the dance floor falling all over each other. I slipped down next to my girl, careful to sit next to her but not on top of her like I wanted.
“They’re going to see us.” Her sweet glossy rose pink lips looked so beautiful, all I could think of was what they would feel like around my cock.
“I don’t give a fuck anymore. I’m ready to blow this whole shit show up right now babygirl.”
I slipped my hand down and my head felt like it was going to explode as I felt the sweet soft skin just above her knee. Of course, I couldn’t stop there, and found my way slowly upward, under the hem of her skirt, listening to her breathing get faster.
“Ryder . . .
oh my god
.” She lowered her head, whispering, looking like she was praying and I almost lost my shit knowing she liked it.
Only a few inches more, and I grazed at the outside of her panties, feeling her body jerk and twitch as my fingers opened her legs an inch under the white linen tablecloth. Her legs were shaking, and I looked up at her face to see her dark eyelashes flutter over her round, brown eyes.
“Open your legs.” I hissed in her ear knowing she would do whatever I asked.
“Ryder . . .” My name on her lips only made me detach from reality even more as I could feel the moisture even on the outside of her panties. The sweet, white, cotton lace trimmed panties that I had bought her yesterday just for tonight. If it wasn’t going to be my face, I wanted to know something from me was up against that sweet little naked pussy all night.
I rubbed softly on the outside of the crotch of the panties, watching her closely, she swallowed hard, and I knew I had to get my fingers up inside there and make her cum while she sat looking out at her evil sister and drunk parents dancing like they were riding the wave at Chateau Marmot.
So much for getting my cock under control on my little walk, that beast was back with a vengeance and I was thankful for the low light in the banquet hall. I could have fucked her by now, we had plenty of chances, plenty of time together over the couple weeks or so since I’d been back.
But, my girl wasn’t ready. She had some fucked up idea that because she wasn’t a bulimic skeleton hanger like her sister and her friends, that if I saw her naked I would run. Jesus, I had to teach this beauty her true value.
She sat there like a glorious diamond among the sewage of the room. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the enigma that was her. Beautiful, fuck yeah, sexy as hell with those lips, that sweet round face, those brown eyes that looked right through me.
But, it was more, she had the spirit of a broken colt, but the brain of a scholar and the talent of Raphael. Only, her family didn’t value any collateral other than the color green and some fucked up version of fake pageant beauty.
I thank Christ they had left her at least to be herself, sure, she needed me to help her remember how valuable she was, how inherently beautiful, but that would come along. She was natural and there was nothing make-up, hair color or silicone could ever do to improve on her.
“I want you to cum . . .” I whispered next to her ear.
“Ryder, please . . .” Her voice already raising into that sweet higher gear.
“Shhh, open . . .” I instructed.
She obeyed, thankfully, because I was about to scream “Fire” and get everyone the hell out of here if she held back any longer.
The feel of her slick wetness wrapping around my fingers had my cock tall and tight, ready to shred metal. But, my sweet angel needed this and I had to fight my own dog like nature to bring her the pleasure she deserved and let my own need wait.
She was getting close to being ready for me to take her for real, and after what was going to go down tonight, I was pretty fucking sure she would understand there was never going to be anyone else for me but her.
She was the one hung up on how she looked, I told her every chance I got how fucking sexy she was, how hard she made my cock. I wanted her to feel like she was the only person in the world when I was with her.
“God . . .” She lowered her face, barely able to keep her voice in check. It was just what I was looking for.
“You want Daddy’s fingers inside?” I whispered, keeping an scout eye out on the dance floor for the trio of trash to come sloshing back to the table. What I saw was a drunken mass of human waste pulsing and slipping on the slick wooden floor. Whatever they were laughing at was unclear to anyone that had decided to remain sober.
“Ryder, please, not here . . .” Her voice quivered as I worked inside her panties.
“Yes, here. You’re creaming all over my fingers, so just let it go babygirl. Tell Daddy you want his fingers inside you . . .” Watching her cheeks turn into crimson blazes of heat made me only want to see and hear her cum that much more.
Luckily, our table was in the back corner of the banquet hall, there were a couple drunks sitting at another eight top next to us, but they were oblivious.
She needed a push.
“Fucking say it . . .” I used my Sargent voice. I slid the tips of my fingers up and over her engorged little hard nub, giving it a good flick and rub while watching her eyes fall to half mast and her mouth take a little gasp.
I felt her hips take a quick hitch lower, giving me the access I needed to get into the deeper center of her heaven. If I was being honest with myself, what I really wanted to do was throw her down on the table and feast on her for supper, but instead, I had to settle for making her cum on my hand.
