AS MUCH AS I love the beach, I know we can’t live here forever. This home doesn’t meet our needs anymore. We’re too close to people. Hannah doesn’t do well around people.
“We’ve tried everything on the market,” War complains on the other end of the line.
I run my fingers through my hair and huff in frustration. “So we try everything not on the market. Come on, man, you have access to this shit. Find something. Anything. It’s absolutely necessary we find a solution.”
He’s quiet for a moment, and I listen for Land. Thankfully he’s still napping, so I can keep my focus on Hannah and Toto playing in the sand not two hundred feet from where I stand inside the house.
“Is it getting worse?”
Worse? Hannah is always worse than the day before. But this is different. This is darker and more unpredictable.
“I can’t read her anymore,” I hiss. “She’s a fucking live wire, and I am scared as hell it’ll be one of the kids that gets hurt.”
I hear him tapping away on his keyboard but he remains silent. Then he sighs. “Have you thought about putting her back in an institution?” Even though he says the words, which sound like scripted shit straight from Baylee’s mouth, I know that isn’t what he wants.
“Fuck the institutions,” I snap. “I told you how she was when I took her from the one Baylee sent her to. My sweet girl was so fucked in the head. They were supposed to make her better, not pump her full of bullshit that makes her talk to goddamned walls. She will not ever go to an institution in my lifetime.”
His tapping stops. “I don’t know that I like where this conversation is going.”
“Fuck you, War. You know that if you don’t get your shit together and find something that works, my hands will be tied. I’ll be forced to do something neither of us wants. She’s the fucking mother of my children. You think I want to hurt her?”
“Touch her and I’ll—”
“You’ll what, man? Turn me in?” I rub the tension from the back of my neck. “This isn’t just about her. It’s about my fucking kids.”
“Bay and I can keep them. Send them to us, and we’ll raise them. Take her somewhere safe. Just don’t hurt her,” he pleads.
I swallow and dart my gaze out to see Toto running circles around her mother, squealing with laughter as Hannah tries to tickle her. “I can’t do that. I can’t not see my kids. I already made that fucking mistake once with Brie. I won’t do it again.”
Land fusses in the other room but doesn’t cry yet.
“I’ll intensify my searches. I can go on the deep web and hunt for something on the black market. I’ll keep digging.” His chair creaks and he grumbles. “But this shit isn’t tested, Gabe. I have no idea what the side effects will be. We’re playing with fire, and it involves my daughter—”
“She’s my fucking wife! You think I don’t know this already?” I snarl. My outburst makes Land start to cry. I stalk into his bedroom. “Time is running out. You should have seen her last night. It’s getting fucking creepy. One of these days, I feel like she’s going to snap.”
Land squirms in his crib but his cries lessen when he sees me.
“Hey there, baby boy,” I coo as I scoop him into my arms and pull him against my chest. I redirect my attention to War on the phone as I walk back over to the window to watch my girls who are outside. “Just keep looking.”
He sighs. “I will. Also, I was going to tell you when I had more information but I think I found what you were looking for. It’s a hunch, based on some cryptic texts, but I believe it’s what you’re searching for.”
My chest tightens. “You have a location?”
“I do. Like I said, it hasn’t been one hundred percent verified, but all signs point to it. Are you really going to do it?” he questions.
I kiss Land’s soft forehead while he gnaws on his fist. He’s hungry, and I’ll need to have Hannah come back in to feed him soon. “Of course I am.”
“What about Hannah?”
“I’m going to take her with me this time. She needs to get away,” I tell him. “I think it will be good for her for it to be just her and I for a few days. Plus, it’s a helluva lot easier keeping her in line when it’s just the two of us.”
“Bring my grandbabies over, and we’ll keep them. It needs to be done, and she certainly needs a break,” he agrees. “Do I need to procure new fake IDs or are the last ones still okay?”
Translation: Did my innocent little girl murder anyone while using her last ID?
“They’re fine. Book us a flight and find us a hotel. We’ll leave as soon as we can. I’m not sitting on this,” I order. Land grins up at me, slobber running down his chin. I grin back at him. Cute as fuck little boy.
“On it,” War assures me.
I smirk and give him some shit because, why the hell not? “Most fathers would not approve of this.”
He grunts. “Spare me the lesson on morality, Gabe. You and I both know the rules are different with Hannah. Not to mention, if it weren’t you going to deal with this, my son would be on the first plane out of here.”
A smile tugs at my lips. That Ren kid is all right in my book. “Maybe we could invite him along—”
“Don’t start,” he snaps. “I’ll text you with the details.”
He hangs up and I chuckle. That is, until I don’t see my girls. A quick scan of the beach tells me they aren’t there anymore. Panic rises in my chest, and I dart for the sliding glass door. Just as I pull it open, Toto and Hannah bounce over from the side of the house, screaming “Gotcha!”
Land lets out a peal of laughter, and Toto runs to hug me around my knees. Hannah’s blue eyes are glittering with light and love. God, I wish I could keep her like this. These moments are rare. Fucking beautiful, but rare.
“You scared me,” I tell them both as I tug at one of Toto’s pigtails.
Hannah laughs. “That was the point.” She holds her hands out for Land. As soon as he sees her, his legs start kicking. Kid loves his momma.
I usher them inside, and while Hannah feeds Land, I let Toto help me pull out everything we’ll need to make lunch.
I love my family.
I love moments like these.
I love my broken wife.
Which is exactly why I need take care of this shit.
“Where are we going?” Hannah questions for the millionth time since I told her about our romantic getaway. “I mean, I know where we’re going but what are we going to do there?”
I palm her thigh just below the hem of her dress and grin at her. “It’s a surprise, sweet girl. We haven’t done anything like this in awhile, just the two of us. I want you all to myself.”
My answer pleases her because she clasps her hand over mine and teases me by pulling my hand further up her thigh. The young guy who’s been eyeballing her thighs the entire flight discreetly watches our little display. I’d offered her the seat by the window, but she wanted the middle. My wife likes the attention.
The cabin lights have been dimmed, and many people are sleeping. But not this guy in our row. It’s as if he’s been waiting for me to fall asleep so he can chat my wife up. I’ll give him something to talk about.
My eyes meet Hannah’s as I slip my palm under her dress. She spreads her knees to grant me access, bumping the other guy’s knee in the process. He lets out a choked sound and shifts uncomfortably in his chair.
I smirk as I run my finger along the outside of her panties where her clit is. A gasp of pleasure escapes her. When I glance over at the guy, who’s closer to her age than I am, he’s staring shamelessly at the way my hand moves under her dress.
My Hannah is naughty because she likes putting on a little show.
I lean forward and bite her tit through her dress, my eyes finding the horny guy’s beside her. He gives me a deer-in-the-headlights stare as I nip at my woman. The glare I give him back says, You can watch as long as you don’t fucking touch.
He hisses out a breath of air and slouches in his seat, his palm covering his crotch. Fucking pervert.
“Your panties are wet, sweet girl,” I murmur, my breath hot against her dress.
She smiles at me. “They are.”
“Does it turn you on that some guy is watching your husband touch you?” I question, my eyebrow lifting.
Her blue eyes flicker with darkness, and she nods. The guy beside her groans.
“Do you want my finger inside your slippery cunt?”
I lift up and scan the cabin for anyone noticing our little party, but nobody is. Nobody but Horny Fuck next to her. I grab hold of her panties and start inching them down. She lifts her ass to help, and together we slide them down her thighs.
When I pull them off her ankles, I hold them out to Horny Fuck. “Can you hold these a second?”
He stares at me with flames of desire flickering in his eyes and he takes the panties. Who wouldn’t? This girl is a fucking knockout. Tall. Blonde. Legs for days. And a rack that most men would only dream of getting to come all over. Once he has her panties in his fist with his other hand resting on his crotch, I slide my palm back under her dress.
“Spread them further,” I whisper and lean in to bite her ear lobe.
She does but the space doesn’t allow for much room. Her leg lifts and she hooks it over Horny Fuck’s thigh. “I hope you don’t mind,” she purrs at him.
He grips her panties so tight his knuckles turn white. I almost start laughing. He’s probably imagining all the ways he’d fuck her. I smirk, knowing she’d fuck him up before he even got the chance. She hooks her other leg over my knee and now she’s spread wide open for me.
“That’s better,” I murmur, my tone low and deadly, as I slide my finger along her wetness. When I push a finger inside her, she moans softly. I can tell the guy beside me would like to help. I’ll rip his entire arm off if he touches her, though.
“You’re such a naughty girl,” I chide as I slowly fuck her with one finger. “I forgot how naughty you can be.”
She whimpers and squirms in the seat. “I need more,” she pleads under her breath.
I smirk at Horny Fuck, who is staring at us with his mouth hanging wide open. “How many fingers?”
“All of them,” she breathes.
“Jesus Christ,” Horny Fuck hisses.
I wink at her as I ease two more fingers into her. My cock is much bigger than three of my fingers. But this girl, with the right amount of lube, has been able to take my entire fist before. She’s fucking magical.
“Your body is making so much noise,” I observe. Each time I push inside her, her juices make a loud sound. “Maybe we should do something to cover up that sound.” When I rub my thumb over her clit, she moans loudly. An old sleeping woman across the aisle stirs but doesn’t wake. When I glance back at Horny Fuck, he’s discretely rubbing the palm of his hand against his cock, which is hard and noticeable through his sweatpants.
I focus on fingerfucking my wife. She’s attempting to be quiet but is having trouble. With my fingers buried in her pussy, she is on the verge of a scream.
“When we get to the hotel,” I whisper against her throat, “I’m going to put my dick in your ass. You want that sweet girl?”
“Mmm-hhhmmmm,” she moans.
Horny Fuck curses again.
Her legs are beginning to quiver and she has no control over her body. When she runs her heel farther up his thigh, I know it isn’t a loss of control. My sweet girl is dirty and likes to make people suffer. The moment her foot touches his cock, I know he’s really fucking suffering.
“You’re not innocent,” I snarl as I nip at her ear. “You’re going to fucking pay for that little move.”
Her fingers find my hair and she kisses me hard. I know it’s to distract me because five bucks says she’s trying to get Horny Fuck off with her foot. My girl is dangerous like that. Always playing with fire. She doesn’t want that dork. She wants me to punish her for touching him.
“You can’t distract me,” I hiss as I pull away from our kiss. Sure enough, her foot is rubbing against him, and he’s groaning in pleasure. I yank my fingers from her body, causing her to whimper from the loss before I snag the panties from Horny Fuck’s fist. “These are mine.” Her juices get smeared across the back of his hand in the exchange. He gapes at me in horror but then his eyes roll back in his head when she rubs against him again.
I snap my gaze to hers, and she challenges me with her dark stare. I glare at her as I stuff her panties into her mouth. “I need to stifle your scream,” I hiss.
My hand goes back under her dress. I get two of my fingers good and wet in her pussy before sliding them to the puckered hole of her ass. She cries out when I push them fully into her. My thumb slips inside her wet cunt and I fuck both holes ruthlessly.
The noises coming from our row are straight up from a porno, and this almost makes me laugh. My own cock is desperate to be inside her, but that’ll have to wait until we arrive at the hotel. Horny Fuck just sits back and enjoys a foot rub against his cock.
An old guy in front of us turns to give us a dirty look, but when he sees what we’re doing—and most likely gets a firsthand view of what’s going on under her dress—he gasps before turning around. Hannah whimpers again and her body begins to tremble. I suck on her earlobe until she’s convulsing hard. Her pussy and ass both clench simultaneously around my fingers as she finds her release. Horny Fuck groans too.
They fucking came together.
This makes me snort.
I pull my hand out from under her dress and then yank her knee back to where it belongs—in front of her and away from him. Then, I pull the panties from her mouth and put them in my pocket. Horny Fuck is tense as hell as he stares down at the wet spot soaking through his sweatpants.
“You made a mess there,” Hannah says with a loud giggle.
He turns to look at her, his throat turning bright red. If we weren’t on an airplane, I’d make his throat red all right but with his own blood—brilliant crimson and gushing. Horny Fuck is lucky I’m not free to do what I please. Because it would please me to slaughter him for his part in our little sex show.
“Oh,” she says when she notices her wetness smeared on his hand. “That’s mine. Sorry about that.” She grabs his wrist and brings it to her mouth. Her eyes dart to mine as she licks off the remnants of her arousal from Horny Fuck’s hand. When she releases him, he bolts from his chair and all but runs to the bathroom closest to us.
“You’re so getting punished for that.”
She curls her body to face mine and runs her palm over my cock through my jeans. “Good. I deserve it.”
I’m not about to come in my pants like Horny Fuck. So I unzip my jeans and pull my cock out.
“Suck it, bad girl. Hurry.”
She leans forward and licks my tip. I grab a handful of her hair as she starts bobbing up and down my length. Her teeth are sharp as she lets them graze along my sensitive flesh. Always reminding me what a fucking monster she can be.
Well, I’m a monster too.
I grip her hair and twist it until I know it hurts. Then, I push her farther down my cock until I feel the head of my dick sliding into her throat. Her throat tenses as she gags but then she relaxes, so I can use her. I make her facefuck me for several long moments until I come with a grunt. My cum rushes down her throat. She doesn’t gag but stays relaxed so she can swallow it all down like a good girl.
The old fucker in front of us turns on the light, alerting the stewardess that he needs something. I know the prick just wants to tattle on us. My dick still throbs with its release when I make eye contact with the stewardess who is now making her way toward us.
I release Hannah and she quickly puts my wet cock away. She’s just sitting up and righting her dress when the woman asks the old fucker what he needs.
“I need a stiff drink, ma’am,” he drawls out.
I smirk and wave at the lady. “Bring one for this row too.”
She hustles away, and Horny Fuck shows back up. I can tell he tried to clean up his cum, but it didn’t work. He avoids making eye contact with us as he sits back down.
This vacation is already off to one helluva start.
This is exactly what we needed.