Chapter Eleven
Tucker
I force down the last bite of meatloaf, trying to keep the grimace off my face. It’s so damn salty; I can barely put it in my mouth without starting to cough. I’ve refilled my glass twice, just to try to get the taste out of my mouth. I’ve eaten it all, though. Major did, too, even going so far as to compliment the meal once or twice. Mom, on the other hand, refused to eat, making a big spectacle after her first bite.
Normally, I wouldn’t think it was a big deal. I cornered her in the pantry last week while she was making spaghetti. I kept her occupied so long that the sauce ended up scorched. She laughed it off, then ran with me to Bowling Green to pick up a couple of pizzas.
Tonight is different, though. I’m not quite sure why, but something is up. Hadley is wearing a dress, something that she doesn’t do all that often. She’s also got her hair pulled up in some knot, instead of letting it hang down her back like normal. Plus, she’s wearing makeup. That’s something my girl just doesn’t do unless we are going somewhere special. Even then, she doesn’t need it. I think she’s prettier without it.
Mom pushes her plate away, a smile on her face. “Tomorrow night, I’ll make fried chicken so we can have something edible.”
“I’m sorry about the meatloaf,” Hadley says in a voice just above a whisper. “I know it was too salty.”
“I already told you, I thought it was amazing,” Major says, shooting my woman a quick wink and forcing down his last bite.
“Nonsense, it was way too salty.” Mom looks around the table before smirking at Hadley. “Maybe next time you’ll listen when I try to help you cook.”
“That’s enough, Mom.” I push away from the table, fighting the urge to slap my mother across the face. “We’ll see you in the morning.”
“But you didn’t eat any of the Dutch apple pie,” Mom whines, looking in my direction. “I made it just for you.”
Grinding my teeth in an attempt to keep from reaching over and grabbing her by the throat, I choose my words wisely. “I do not want any pie.”
“I’ll take a piece of pie,” Major says, trying to draw Mom’s attention away from me before I strangle her ass.
“What about the dishes?” she asks, ignoring Major to look at Hadley. “Isn’t she going to clean up this mess? She’s the one who made it.”
In a flash, my wife is standing up and grabbing the dirty dishes from the table. She is heading to the kitchen before I can voice my complaint. That doesn’t stop me from telling my mother what I think about the shit she just spewed.
“She cooked dinner, so you can clean up this shit.” Placing my palms flat on the table, I push my chair back and stand up. “I don’t know what you did, but I know you somehow fucked up this meal. One of the farmhands heard you fussing at Hadley in the kitchen when he came in to file this week’s invoices.”
Major clears his throat before adding his two cents. “I’m figuring she poured fucking salt in the meatloaf mix before your woman stuck it in the oven.”
“I did no such thing,” she says, sticking her nose up in the air. “I was not fussing at her. I was attempting to explain that she was putting too much salt into her food.”
I ignore her denial and tell her how it is gonna be from now on. “I’m telling you right now, you better stop this shit, or you won’t have a home here much longer.”
Her eyes bug out for a second before she starts spewing out her denial. “I haven’t done anything but be nice to that girl since you brought her home.”
“I’ve never heard a bigger line of bullshit in my life.” Laughter rings out from my brother’s end of the table. “You’ve made her life hell, just like you did with every other woman Tucker has ever dated.”
Before I can say anything, Hadley walks back into the room and starts gathering more dirty dishes. Her tiny hand is shaking as she reaches for my mother’s plate. Mom looks up at her and smirks again. Even from this distance, I can see a sheen of tears filling my wife’s eyes. My anger boils as I stomp around the table and lay a hand on Hadley’s back.
I grab her arm and shake my head. “Mom’s gonna do that.”
“But,” she mumbles, biting her bottom lip. “She said…”
“I don’t give a shit what she said.” Setting the dishes back on the table, I wrap my hand around hers and pull her out of the room.
Leading her up the stairs, I try to think of a way to apologize for my mother’s behavior. It’s kinda hard to apologize on someone’s behalf when you have no idea why they are acting the way they are. What can I say? Sorry my mom is a fucking bitch? Since she already knows that, I’m not sure the words are needed.
Stepping into our room, I shut the door behind us. My eyes follow Hadley as she walks across the room. She kicks off her sandals and tosses them in the corner, walks over to the dresser, and takes out her earrings. After laying them down, she reaches back and pulls a clip from the back of her hair. Her dark mahogany locks fall down her back as she gives her head a slight shake. Suddenly, thoughts of my mother’s attitude evaporate, and the need to be buried inside her fills my mind.
“I’m so tired tonight. I’ll probably fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow,” she mumbles, turning around to look at me. “It’s been a long day.”
I stalk forward, not listening to what she is saying, and pull her into my arms. “There won’t be any sleeping for a while, baby.”
“Oh, yes, there will be, because we are not having sex.” She tries to push me away as she pulls her head back. “Your mom heard us last night, and I had to hear about it all day.”
I place my hands under her ass and pull her up, forcing her legs to wrap around me. “I’m gonna be in that pussy before the night is up.”
Slamming her against the wall, I place my mouth over hers. Her taste invades my senses, causing my already hard cock to start to weep. The need to be inside her is so strong that I’m tempted to pull out my cock and slam inside her without delay.
“Tucker,” she whispers, trying to force my lips from her. “I don’t want your mom to hear us. She already hates me. This will just make it worse.”
Again, I consider kicking Mom out of the house. When Dad left the farmhouse to me, he never expected me to let her stay here forever. Still, I feel guilty for even thinking about making her leave the place she has called home for twenty-eight years. Suddenly, a thought hits me, and I decide to share it with my woman.
“I know how to make Mom happy. She wants grandbabies,” I tell her, knowing my words will piss her off. “Once we give her one, she’ll be your best friend.”
“I really don’t think your mother’s feelings toward me should have anything to do with us starting a family,” she states, sounding much older than her nineteen years.
I smile, leaning close to place a kiss against her temple. “Nope, but it’s a bonus.”
Her body goes stiff in my arms, but I ignore it and start kissing her again. She finally loosens up some, giving into our kiss. Moving one hand from her ass, I run it up and down her leg. Giving her thigh a tight squeeze, I bite down on her bottom lip. Her hands start to push up on my shirt, gliding it over my back. Her gentle touch has me ready to explode.
“I love the feel of you between my legs,” she moans against my lips, grinding her panty-covered pussy over my aching cock. “But, I like it better when you’re deep inside me.”
“Fuck,” I mumble, fighting for dominance of our kiss.
Her tongue plays against mine before pulling back to suck my bottom lip into her mouth. “Don’t you want to be deep in my pussy, baby?”
Instead of answering, I use my hips to pin her against the wall and lean back enough to push the straps of her sundress over her shoulder. Her perky tits are full and tight, the pebbled tips begging for attention. I reach for one, giving the nipple a gentle twist, followed quickly by a tight pinch. Moving to the other, I give it the same attention.
When she lets out another moan, I pull her from the wall. A gentle shake has her releasing her legs, but I’m tossing her on the bed before her feet can touch the floor. She bounces once, sits up, and drags her dress over her head. My clothes are gone a second later. Then, I join her on the bed.
On my knees, between her spread legs, I slide a finger into her tight little cunt. Her body quickly opens, allowing me to add another finger. Thrusting them deep inside her, I lean down and suck her clit into my mouth. I only get a quick taste before I can’t hold back anymore. Tearing my fingers from her sweet pussy, I go back to my knees and grab my cock. I position my length at her entrance, place my palms on the mattress, and slam in balls deep with one thrust.
“Yes, Tucker,” she shouts, no longer caring if anyone can hear her taking me. “I need it hard and deep, baby.”
I give her what she wants, kissing the mouth of her cervix with each thrust. Lifting her ass from the bed, she meets each of my strokes with enthusiasm. The sounds of our flesh slapping against each other fill the room, adding to the pleasure I’m feeling.
“This pussy is mine, Hadley,” I growl, wrapping my hands around her thighs.
“Yours,” she mumbles, bringing a hand to her sweet spot. “But, it’s mine, too.”
To prove her words, she starts circling her clit. She continues to play with herself as I glide in and out. Still on my knees, my eyes are glued to her fingers. The combination of her vise-like pussy squeezing my cock and the sight of her touching her clit has my balls tingling.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I groan, pulling out to the tip. “Nothing is prettier than your pussy, darlin’.”
Bringing her fingers to her lips, she gets a taste of herself and lets out a moan. “It tastes good, too.”
A smile spreads across my lips as I realize how much she has changed. This girl was once my innocent little virgin. Now, she has all the skills of a pro. No, she’s even better. With Hadley, I know my cock is the only one that has ever been inside her. I also know it is the only one that ever will be.
“Fuck, yeah, you do. Sweetest tasting pussy in the world.” With that, I slam back inside. “Tastes fucking fantastic and feels even better.”
She tosses her head back as her walls start to twitch around my length. Her hips start to move in an uneven rhythm. Her pussy starts to tighten as her juices coat my cock. I reach down, flicking her clit with one finger then another. The contact brings a whimper from her lips. Bringing my two fingers together, I give her clit a quick pinch and follow it with a brutal twist.
Instantly, her tight cunt clamps down on my cock, and she screams out my name. I slam into her once more, grinding my hips. My release hits me like a freight train, and I fall forward to bury my face against her neck. I let out a growl as I pump my cum deep inside of her beautiful pussy.
As soon as my heart goes back to its regular rhythm, I raise my head to look at Hadley. Instead of finding her smiling brown eyes looking back at me, she is fast asleep. A chuckle works its way up my throat as I lean down and brush a gentle kiss on her lips.
Rolling off her, I pull the covers over us and throw my arm around her waist. “Love you more than anything in this world, baby.”
She mumbles something then snuggles into me. A second later, I’m joining her in dreamland.