David Wilson
“What the hell is going on with you, David? I heard from Sherriff Calver today that your work is slipping. He says you’re coming in late for your shifts, your reports are half-assed, and he doesn’t know where you are most of the time.”
This is the last thing I need to be hearing right now. I’ve been at my dad’s house for the last hour, listening to him ream me a new asshole, about what? Hell, I’m not sure. I’m barely paying attention to the shit he is spewing. I couldn’t care less what that pompous asshole Sheriff Calver says about me. Why the fuck is he going to my father about this? What, the written warning he gave me last week wasn’t enough? The fucker shouldn’t have even gotten the job. He’s in his early thirties—how did he even swing that? I guess it pays to be the town golden boy.
“Are you even listening to me? You look like shit, by the way. You couldn’t even bother to shower and shave before leaving the house? If your mother could see you now, she’d be disappointed in the man you have become.”
“You have no idea what is going on.” I slam my hands down, shouting at my father.
“I know that you gave up your family to fuck someone that you aren’t even with any longer. At least when you were with Maci, you had someone to take care of you. Now, what do you have? I heard she’s spreading her legs for that Atwood guy. Do you like how it feels, knowing another man is raising your bastard child? You couldn’t even get that right.”
“What do you expect me to do, Dad? I tried getting Maci back, but she wanted nothing to do with me,” I say bitterly, and take a swig of my third Jack Daniels of the night.
“I expect you to make her listen. She’s your wife, and Bennett is your child. You’d better get them under reign, let them know who’s in charge, any way you need to. You’re weak and sloppy. It’s making the family look bad. Get your balls out of your ass and stop whining like a little bitch. Your mother wouldn’t have even dared to cross me as Maci has you, because she knew what I would have done if she did.”
I give my father a sharp nod and finish my drink. No time like the present then, to talk with Maci. This time, I’ll make her listen. I threatened to take Bennett away from her, but that’s the last thing I want. I don’t need the headache of a fight for custody of a kid I didn’t even want in the first place.
When Maci became pregnant, I told her I would support her in whatever she wanted to do. I didn’t think she’d have the kid. Who in their right mind wants a kid when they are still in college? Hell, I don’t even want a kid now.
When she decided to keep the baby, my father told me I had to marry her, or it wouldn’t look right. The Wilson name isn’t as respected as my father wanted me to believe, though. A few well-off—not rich—lawyers and judges in the family, does not a family name make. What the hell did I know when I was twenty-one, though?
Hopping in my black Charger, I drive straight to Maci’s house, fifteen minutes from town. When we bought it, she had no desire to live in town. She doesn’t realize the sacrifices I made for her. I gave in to her wishes far too many times, which is exactly why she thought she could leave me. Things are going to be different when we get back together, though. She’s going to learn how to be a faithful and dutiful wife.
When I pull up to her house, the lights are off and her car is in the driveway. I can tell no one is home; it’s too early for her house to be silent. She better not be with Atwood, that Marine motherfucker. Thinking he can swoop in and take my family from me…They are MINE. I drive to the only other place she might be—her parents’ house. There’s loud music and at least six vehicles in their driveway when I get there I guess they’re having a party.
I used to be part of this family, so I don’t see why I can’t join them for a brew and see my ex and kid while I’m here. Two birds, one rock, or some shit like that. I dig in my glove compartment and pull out my pills, pop the lid, and swallow two Oxy to prevent the headache I know is coming, in the form of her fucking family. I lean my head back, giving it a few minutes to work through my system.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know, someone is beating on my window. I look out and see two big dudes standing beside my car, staring at me intently. Their pissed off expressions don’t dissuade me from opening my door and stepping out to see why they’re bothering me.
“Do we have a problem?” I cross my arms and ask.
They look at me without saying a word, keeping their eyes trained on me, as if waiting for something—or someone. When a third man steps out of the house and starts walking towards us, I stand up straighter and glare as he approaches. Reece Atwood stops in front of me, hands on his hips, as if he has every right to be here.
“David, why are you here?” Reece asks me, and I can’t help but laugh at his over-inflated ego. What am I doing here? What is he doing here? And who the hell are these guys with him?
“That’s none of your damn business. Maci and I need to have a conversation. Now get the hell out of my way,” I growl, and begin to walk in the direction of the house when Reece stops me by stepping in my way.
“Wrong. There’s nothing you need to do or say to anyone in that house. Why don’t you turn around, go home, and sleep off whatever you took? Nothing good will come from continuing in your current direction,” he says.
I look behind me and see the two men, who have still said nothing, with their arms crossed and their feet planted, eyes on me. I’m not a stupid man. I could take Reece, but I wouldn’t get out of this with all three of them coming at me. Giving all three of them the one finger salute, I turn and get back into my car.
I peel out of the driveway, needing to get rid of the adrenaline running through my system. I’ll call Mallory. She’s good at helping me release energy.
“Hello.”
“Hey, doll. You want to come hang out for a while?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, David. I’ve had fun with you, but I—”
“Aww, come on, Mallory. One more time. I just need someone to talk to tonight. I saw my ex and son with another guy, and it hurt seeing my kid with someone else. I like being around you; you make my days brighter, and I could use some of you to shine on me right now.”
“I don’t know… God, okay, David. This is the last time. Pick me up in twenty. Same place, alright?”
“See you then, babe,” I say and hang up, already on my way to our spot. Twenty minutes later, I pick her up at the park in town and drive to one of the pull-offs that are out of the way.
Mallory is a girl I busted at an underage party on the lake a few months back. All her friends ran off and left her wasted when I showed up to break up the party. I was off duty, but since I hadn’t met with my guy in a week, I was already running low on my supply. I knew once I showed up, they’d scatter, and I could score whatever they left behind when they ran.
We hang out occasionally. Sometimes she brings her friends, and we get loaded on something I’ve confiscated. I get to watch the girls fuck each other while I take turns fucking one of the others. Other times, it’s just her, and we have our own party. She gives great head, and she lets me fuck her how I want when I give her a taste of what I’ve got on me at the time. I usually only give her pain pills. I don’t want to corrupt the girl.
Mallory sits in the seat beside me, smelling sweet and innocent, even though she’s far from it. I run the back of my fingers up her bare thigh, lifting her flowy skirt higher. She grabs my hand and pulls her legs together, stopping me from getting to her pussy. “David, you said you wanted to talk. So, talk.”
“Aww baby, give me a kiss, make me feel better. Then we’ll talk, I promise.” Hesitantly, she leans over the console and pecks my lips. “Give me more sweetness, Mallory.” This time, when she kisses me, her tongue sneaks out and licks the seam of my mouth. She isn’t usually this shy. “Hold on, baby. I’ve got something that will make you feel better. Putting a small blue pill on the tip of my tongue, I pull her face to me and kiss her, giving her the goods. She takes it greedily, wanting the high as much as I need what’s between her thighs.
I suck her bottom lip hard and she moans, finally getting into the game. “That’s it, baby. Now open those legs for me, show me your sweet pussy.” She bites her lip but widens her thighs. I waste no time and pull her wet panties to the side, swiping my fingers through her pussy lips. “You’re such a dirty whore. You love it when I touch you, don’t you, little girl?” She cries out when I shove three fingers into her tight pussy, roughly fucking her with my digits.
“Ow, David. Shit, that hurts. Slow down.” I’m not fucking stopping. She should know that about me by now.
“Shut the fuck up and take it like the hungry slut that you are.” I fuck her pussy with my fingers until it’s raw, and she’s crying and clawing at the sides of her seat.
I pull my fingers from her and shove them up into her face, making her clean them with her mouth. I lean back in my seat and pull down my zipper, freeing my dick from my pants. “Get over here and swallow my dick.” Mallory is the epitome of a fucking mess in the seat next to me. Her back is against the door, and she’s staring down at the floor, saying nothing and unmoving.
With black tears staining her cheeks and her hair in a stringy sweaty mess, I can’t help but see the stark differences between the stick thin girl in front of me, and the woman my wife—excuse me, ex-wife—is. Maci is all soft curves and sweet words. What the fuck am I even doing with this girl? Unable to even look at her, I pull her by the hair to my dick, dying to get the release I’m craving.
She chokes on me as I shove balls deep to the back of her throat. I fuck her face through the gasps for air and scratches at my thighs. It sounds like she might be trying to say something to me, but I can’t stand the sound of her voice on a good night. Tonight, it would kill the high I’m looking for. When her teeth scrape my dick, the please-pain has the cum in my balls shooting up my shaft and down her throat. Thank fuck. I’m finally able to get this night over with.
Ripping her mouth off my dick, I push her back into her seat and get my pants together. I start the engine and pull back onto the country road we took out here. I see her crying, and wonder what the hell is wrong with her. “You okay?” She looks over at me briefly, then turns and looks out the window. I see her wipe the tears away. She never says a word.
After I drop her off at the park, I know it’s the last time I’ll ever get with her. I know I was too rough on her, but she knows how demanding I can be. She should have known I needed it hard tonight.
While I drive to my place—in fucking town, not in the backcountry—I hatch a plan to get my family back. My dad’s right when he says I’m slipping. I’ll get Maci and Bennett back and lay down the rules. She’ll help get me back to the man I was when we were together, and nights like this won’t happen anymore.