Chapter 19 – Control

 

Tony, Sr. arrived alone right after dinner, as Paige said he would.  After looking his daughter over and talking to her for five minutes, he must’ve approved of her state of being, both mind and body.  He then turned to me, crossed his arms and frowned, “Tell me what you’re doing about your kids.”

My eyes shot to Paige and she bit her lip while giving her shoulders a little shrug.

“Paige, do us a favor.  Distract the kids so Cam and I can talk,” Tony told his daughter.

I explained there was nothing to talk about.  I called my attorney and we have a conference set for Friday.

Tony asked when my kids’ mother had custody again.

I told him the weekend after next.

He pointed out that’s only seven business days and it might as well be three when it comes to court proceedings. 

I thanked him, but told him my attorney would take care of it.

He then informed me he checked in on the situation since his daughter was involved.  He found out my ex was out on bail, but the other guy arrested was still being held on outstanding warrants.  They’re looking for the other two, have some leads as to the connection between them and fucking Bekki.  But his contact couldn’t give him any specifics on that yet.  He hoped to have more soon, his niece is married to an FBI agent and he’s checking in on it, too. 

It was then I realized I’d be king of the jackwagons if I didn’t accept the help he was clearly offering, getting this shit taken care of sooner rather than later.  I don’t need next week rolling around worrying what will happen to me when I don’t let her have my kids, because there’s no fucking way they’re going with her again.  I don’t care what the courts say. 

I sighed and looked to Paige, “Do you mind getting them ready for bed?”

She shook her head no, and with a small smile walked straight to her father, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek, “Thanks, Dad.”

She left to find my kids, but before Tony could speak, I said, “I hate that she was dragged into this.  I regret more than you know she was put in harm’s way and was hurt trying to protect my kids.  I’ll do everything I can to make sure it never happens again, to any of them.”

“That’s good to hear,” he starts.  “I’m here to make sure it doesn’t happen again, either.  I know my daughter better than anyone.  I know she’d do it again in a heartbeat, so we need to fix this fast.”

With that, over the next hour and a half Tony got all the history and information he said he needed.  He didn’t see a problem getting temporary sole custody with her pending charges.  We exchanged information and he said he’d contact me when he knew something.  I told him to bill me and he said we’d work it out later.  I knew what that meant and I had to grit my teeth because I didn’t need him doing me any favors. 

It was more than uncomfortable when he left, saying goodbye to his youngest daughter when she didn’t look like she was leaving anytime soon.  I remained collected and acted like it wasn’t a big deal for the woman I’m seeing to be at my house at barely ten o’clock at night.  The Carpino’s clearly have some possessive issues when it comes to the baby in their family.  But for crying out loud, she’s a woman. 

Even if I did just deflower her last night. 

That about sums up the evening.  I shut my front door after shaking her dad’s hand and turn the lock but leave the front lights on.  It’s late, but not as late as it was last night, and the kids are in bed.  I turn to look at Paige, crossing my arms but say nothing.

She looks back and shifts her small frame.

I feel my jaw get tight.

She frowns.

I narrow my eyes.

Shifting her weight again she lifts her eyebrows, making her big brown eyes bigger and states, “Well, I think that’s all good.  There’s no way any judge in his, or her, right mind would allow Bekki to have them back after last night.  At least for now until you get something permanent in place.”

I move to her.

She straightens and turns toward me as I come around the sofa calling out, “Cam?”

“Still smells like broccoli in here,” I say as I reach her, putting my hands low on her hips.

She hangs onto my upper arms, “That always happens when you roast something at a high temperature.  The smell lingers.  If you have a candle, I’ll light it.”

“I don’t have a candle,” I say moving forward, taking her with me.

“I’ll go to the store, stock you up,” she says shuffling backwards.  “Everyone should have a candle.”

“I told you not to talk to your dad,” I start.

“You can’t tell me not to talk to my dad,” her face frowns.

“You know what I mean,” I turn the corner to the hall.

“I didn’t ask him to represent you.  That was all him, but I told you he’d do it for me, which he did.  And seriously, would you quit pushing me?” she quietly insists since we’re passing the kids’ rooms.

“I know he did it for you,” I say, almost growling my words.  I turn the corner moving her into my room and shut the door with my foot.  “If I was him, I’d do it too.  But it doesn’t make me happy your dad feels the need to step in to keep you safe because you got yourself hurt during a dangerous state of affairs because of my shit.  Not to mention your car being slashed up at my house.”

“That wasn’t your fault,” she defends me.

I grab the hem of her top and pull, “I know, but it’s still my shit.  I don’t like feeling powerless when it comes to taking care of those I want to take care of.  So it really doesn’t make me happy your dad felt the need to step in.”

“What?” she asks softly as I rip her shirt off and pop her bra.

“Baby, pay attention,” I start as I unbutton her shorts.  “I don’t like not having control in my life and for the last week and a half, my life has been out of control.  One minute you’re fighting with me, the next you’re painting my girl’s toes.  Then I hurt you, which I really fucking didn’t like.  Then you’re so sweet I can barely see straight.  You throw yourself into the mix, getting yourself hurt trying to keep my kids safe, and just when it puts a hole in my gut watching Cara take to you, I see you with Jordy.  Watching my son cling to you almost did me in.  Then the moment comes when I’m sure I’ve got you figured out and think there’s nothing more you could possibly throw at us, and what do you do?  You go and make fucking broccoli taste good.  So yeah, Paige, I’m not feeling much in control right now.”

She folds her arms over her tits, but I don’t care.  I rip her shorts down, bringing her panties with them and when I stand she looks up to me, for once speechless.  Thank the good Lord, I don’t think I can take her saying anything right now.

I pull my tee off before picking her up at the waist and she lets out a surprised yelp.  She rounds my waist with her naked legs and pussy pressed up against my abs.  I take two steps to the bed and putting a knee there, I move her to the middle, letting her go to wrap my lips around her hard nipple.

Pulling her into my mouth, I put my other hand between her legs and find her wet as always.  I slide one finger in her gently, letting my thumb drag over her clit.  Feeling her chest rise and dip quickly, I let her tit go and move to her mouth. 

“If all that isn’t enough, you gave me this,” I say against her lips in a low voice as I continue finger fucking her, but lightly.  “This baby, is all mine.  And I need to take care of this and the rest of you.  I don’t like others stepping in when I want to take care of you on my own.  Are you with me here?”

“I guess,” she breathes against my mouth.

“I’m beginning to think the only time I can get you to do what I want is when I get my hands on you.”

Her hips jerk and I see her eyelids droop when she half-heartedly agrees, “That might be true.”

“I’ll remember that,” I finally grin, giving her two fingers and enjoy the sweet she’s giving me.  “You still want me tonight?”

She opens her eyes and puts her hands on my jaw, whispering, “Yes, Cam.”

I kiss her, thrusting my tongue deep in her mouth wanting as much of her as I can get.  Finally, letting her go, I move down her body, squeezing both her tits on my way.  I finally get between her legs and throw them over my shoulders, spreading her before me.  I smile as she moans when she feels my lips and tongue touch her.  Cupping her ass with my hands, I hold her tight, giving her no space to move. 

I tease her for a bit—licking, tasting and feeling her squirm.  Hearing her moan and trying to lift her hips to get purchase on my mouth makes me want to combust.  I keep it slow and remind myself she’s probably sore from last night.  I finally pull her clit in deep, making her come for me, fast and hard. 

Not only do I feel her in my mouth, but listening to her breathe and moan as she tries to quiet herself is perfect.  As I get to know her body, I’m getting that it doesn’t take much to work her up, but the longer I play with her, the harder she comes.  And feeling her pussy quiver in my mouth is heaven. 

I crawl back over her and reach for a condom, thinking she might need to sort out some birth control sooner than later.  I don’t know how long I can wait to have her without anything between us.  She’s still recovering, but I roll to the side on my back and unbutton my jeans, yanking them down just enough. 

I pull her over so she’s laying on me and hand her the condom, “You do it.”

“What?” she asks surprised. 

“Hold the tip so there’s no air,” I explain.  “Roll it down and guide yourself onto me.  Then do what you want.”

“Cam…,” she says hesitantly.

I put my hands on her face and pull her close, looking into her big brown eyes, “Baby, I just accepted help from your dad because it was the right thing to do for you and my kids, but I’m not happy about it.  I know you’re new at this, but I’m not in the mood to wait.  Darlin’, climb on.  Now.”

“Climb on?” her brow furrows.

“Now, Paige.” I lower my voice and slide my hands down her back, her ass and when I reach her hamstrings, I yank her legs so she’s straddling me. 

She slowly sits up and scoots down to rip the condom open.  When she puts her small hands on my throbbing cock, I force myself to exhale.  She’s new at this, I’ve got to control myself for her.  But even last night when I held back so I didn’t hurt her, it was good.  It was so good, I can’t remember if it’s ever been better.  And that makes it all the more difficult to control myself. 

I feel her roll the condom down my cock and when I look to her gorgeous face with that long dark hair falling around her naked shoulders and back, she doesn’t look hesitant.  She’s biting back a grin. 

“What?” I ask. 

She shakes her head and looks down embarrassed before peeking back up at me and says softly, “I like this.”

“If you like that, feel free to do whatever you want, baby,” I say and can’t help smiling.

Her grin turns into a smile.

“Darlin’,” I call.  “Now.”

She slowly moves up my body to straddle me and I put my hands on her hips as she positions herself.  I feel her pussy start to slide down my cock.  I don’t know how it could be, but the look on her face as she takes me settles in my gut in a way that feels better than her downward glide.  Way better.

“Oh,” she moans, taking all of me.

I slide my hands up her sides to her tits, playing with her and say, “Rock, move up and down, I don’t care.  Find what you like.”

She starts to move, rocking forward and back, finding her rhythm.  As I lift my hips a little for her, she immediately exhales and her eyelids droop, but she starts to move faster. 

Just when I start to move with her, she calls for me, “Cam?”

“Yeah?”

Lifting her lids to look down at me and without stopping, she breathes, “Um…did you mean it earlier?”

“Did I mean what?” I ask, dropping my hands to her hips to help her move.  I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to last.

“What you said.”

“I mean everything I say, what are you talking about?” I breathe hard and guide her hips to move with me.

Her brown eyes are gazing, heated yet uncertain, “When you said you wanted to take care of me.”

I stop her hips with my hands and we still, my cock planted deep inside her.  Her face wavers and I see regret start to creep through her features.  Knifing up to a sitting position, I pull her legs around my waist.  I grab her ass with one hand and pull her head close with my other.  Face to face, all I see are her eyes frowning.

*****

 

I shouldn’t have asked, but I couldn’t help it.  When he said he wanted to take care of me, it felt different than anything so far. 

“Baby, of course I meant it,” he says, pulling my attention back to him.

I slump in his arms wrapping mine around his neck, pulling myself to him tight.  I feel his hand at my ass, pressing me down on his cock, making me squeeze him tighter.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs into my neck.  “How could I not want to take care of you?”

I can’t look at him, but say in his ear, “This is different.  I’m used to people wanting to take care of me, but not like this.”

He puts his mouth to mine and kisses me before he murmurs against my lips, “You need to know what you’ve done to me.  I couldn’t walk away when I knew I should and now, there’s no way I could.  So yeah, I don’t only want to take care of you, I need it.  And I need you to let me do that.”

I bring one of my hands to his face and brush his goatee that I’ve come to love so much with my thumb.  Looking into his blue eyes, I nod.

“Baby,” he starts, his eyes wandering my face, his hands tensing on my body.  “I need to take you, and by taking you, I’m going to show you one of the many ways I plan on taking care of you.  I’ve never needed anything so much and I really need that right now.  Are you ready?” he asks and I feel my eyes widen.  He doesn’t wait for an answer, putting one hand to the middle of my back and one to the bed, he turns us as I hang on.  When he begins to thrust into me, he asks, “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

“Yes,” I whisper. 

“Pull your knees up high, baby,” he demands and I do.  Oh, that feels even better.  He thrusts harder and deeper, feeling him on my clit the more he moves.  I can’t help but arch my back and push up to him, getting as much as I can.

“Cam,” I call out, but I don’t know why.

He doesn’t answer—he pushes into me faster, his body taut and firm.  This is like last night, but better and so much more.  I feel as if he’s losing some of the control he was holding onto so carefully.  With a hand holding the side of my head, he leans down to kiss me when his body finally stills, slamming into me one more time with his warm skin wrapped around me. 

He tips his head to mine as he breathes hard, “You okay?”

I say nothing but give him a small smile with a nod and he kisses me again, relaxing his body on mine.  With his big bulk pressing me into his bed, he pulls his head back and his blue eyes search my face.  There he confirms, “Yeah, I want to take care of every bit of you.”  My smile softens when he continues, “That sweet you shell out, baby, I need to keep it safe.”

I squeeze him with my arms and legs, leaning up to kiss him this time.  His words are too much.

“Let me get rid of this condom,” he says.

“Okay, but I need to brush my teeth.  And wash my face, for that matter.”

I pull in a breath as he pulls out of me.  He moves to stand and grabs my hand, helping me up.  I pick up the t-shirt he was wearing earlier and pull it over my head as he tosses me my panties.  Cam goes to the bathroom and I go to my bag to find what I need to get ready for bed properly for the first time in what feels like forever. 

When I get to the bathroom, Cam is spitting in the sink.  He’s barely righted his jeans, leaving them hang open, a look I could get used to.  He turns on the hot water at his sink so I claim the other and start to sort my things.  I make the decision that after last night’s ordeal with Bekki, I need to at least broach the subject because my curiosity is getting the best of me.

“I wasn’t eavesdropping, but I couldn’t help but overhear a little of what you and my dad were talking about.  You’ve never said, but I’m curious why you and Bekki divorced?” I ask as I pull out my floss.

Cam stills for a mere second, but doesn’t look at me.  He opens a drawer and pulls out a washcloth, tossing it in the water.  He doesn’t say anything as he washes his face, bent over the sink. 

“I’m sorry,” I start because I feel his mood tense.  “I shouldn’t have asked, it’s none of my business.”

He stands, flips off the water and tosses the cloth to the counter after wringing it out.  Drying his face, he turns to me but remains silent.

“I’m sorry,” I repeat.  “I…it doesn’t matter.  I know what kind of man you are.  I don’t care that you’re divorced, and obviously I can tell what kind of woman Bekki is.  I’m just, well, I shouldn’t have wondered.  I would want you no matter what, Cam.  It doesn’t make any difference to me what happened with Bekki,” I ramble on. 

He closes his eyes while dropping his head and crosses his arms. 

“I’m sorry,” I keep on.

“Quit saying you’re sorry,” his intense eyes come back to me, pinning me to my spot.  “You have every right to ask.  I couldn’t give her what she wanted.  We met in college and looking back, she was banking on the fact I’d go pro, or at least have a shot at it.  She wasn’t like she is now, at least not completely.  But who knows, she probably had me snowed.  Once she realized I wasn’t going to make millions playing ball, she kept at me to go back to Texas, work for my dad.  My dad’s a rancher.  Our property’s been in the family for three generations.  Right after I was born, they realized they were sitting on a gold mine, but not the gold that has to do with herding cattle or training horses.  My family’s land is sitting on oil.   A lot of it.  Now, my parents aren’t billionaires, but they’ve done well.  I had the opportunity to work for the family business, but I wanted to coach and that meant I needed to teach.  By this time, I was so deep into Bekki, she probably thought it was worth sticking around.  I’m sure she figured no one could say no to millions in the oil business forever.  But I never changed my mind, she got restless, wanted a life a teacher and coach couldn’t give her.”

Shocked by his explanation, I stand in awe, but really in awe of Bekki having Cam and him not being enough.  How could she give him children, be the way he is and that not be enough for anyone?

Like so many times in my life, I let my mouth run before my brain can keep up, “She’s an idiot.”

“I don’t like to talk about her,” he frowns.

“Okay,” I agree.  I wouldn’t like to talk about her either.

“Especially in this house.  I bought this after the divorce, I needed something that didn’t have anything to do with her,” he says.

“I get that,” I say quietly.

“And I really don’t want to talk about her with you, especially after what you gave me last night.  Not because I don’t want you to know, but because I don’t want my time with you tainted with the memory of her,” he goes on further.

“I get that, too,” I say quietly.  “I won’t mention her again.”

He finally moves and when he does, he comes close.  He puts a hand behind my head and pulls me up, kissing me softly.  There he says, “Hurry and come to me.”

“I’ll be right there,” I promise.

His blue eyes search my face again before letting me go and disappearing into his bedroom. 

I turn to look at myself in the mirror.  And for the second night in a row, that was not what I was expecting.  I thought maybe he got tired of her being a bitch and divorced her.  But Bekki was a gold digger, or more specifically, an oil digger.  This information makes me hate her all the more.  I can’t imagine how Cam feels.

I finish with my teeth and face, moving back to Cam’s bedroom to find him settled in bed.  He’s got an arm under his head, staring at the ceiling and the covers are barely pulled up to his waist.  When I approach, he looks to me and rolls to his side. 

I climb in and move close, pressing my body against his and resting my face in between his shoulder and neck.  I turn my head to kiss his neck as his arms pull me in tight. 

“Cam?” I call for him.

“Yeah,” he sighs.

“You’re a good man and you’re a great dad.  I wouldn’t have you any different than you are right now,” I whisper.

He doesn’t say anything, but he does pull me in tighter, crushing me to him.  And that’s where I fall asleep.