I could keep my cock nestled in her tight cunt for the rest of my life and I’d die a happy fucking man. The disgust that I’ve felt when bitches and assholes took from me without my permission evaporated the moment I slid into her warm heat. Her big brown eyes that bore into me, entering my soul as she came around my cock, is a vision I won’t soon forget, and it sure as fuck won’t be the last time I see or feel her come undone. There isn’t any shit in this life that will keep me from having her time and time again. She’s mine. There ain’t no denying it, and I don’t give two fucks if anyone else tries to tell me otherwise.
Even her.
Slipping from her, I see traces of blood on the length of my dick, smeared on the metal of my hardware. When my eyes catch hers, her cheeks flush pink. “Ain’t nothing better,” I tell her, needing to ease her embarrassment. I hear the doorbell ring for the second time, causing me to cuss under my breath. I pull my jeans on, tucking myself back in and leaving her to clean herself up while I figure out who the fuck is at the door. Goober is barking like he’s some sort of badass guard dog.
The cool air of the living room hits my heated skin. Barefoot, in only my jeans, I jerk open the front door to find Maggie and a woman with brown hair and glasses. Maggie presses her lips into a tight line while the other lady openly stares at my exposed chest. Clearing my throat causes her to meet my eyes.
“Yeah, there you go. My eyes are up here.”
“Mr. McCoy,” Maggie states. “This is my associate, Terri Osborn.”
“It’s lovely to meet you, Mr. McCoy.” The new lady sticks out her hand, offering me to take it. When my eyes dart to Maggie, she slightly nods her head, so I stick out my hand, giving hers a few shakes before dropping it. I’m not sure if I’ve ever shaken a woman’s hand before. “I’ve been contracted by the county to inspect the home the minors are expected to be inhabiting.”
“Is Miss Hoyt home, by chance?” Maggie asks, and I know it’s because she knows I’ll need a buffer between this lady and me if I intend to have a good inspection and get the kids under this roof. If this lady doesn’t like what she sees, then all of this shit is for nothing, and I’ll be in jeopardy of losing more than my niece and nephew.
“I’m right here,” I hear Jenni’s voice come up from behind me. She wraps her arm around my waist as I bring my arm around her shoulder, pulling her into me. I can smell sex on her, and I hope as fuck they can smell it too. She shushes Goober, and he settles onto his dog bed.
“Jenni, this is Terri. She’s going to be working the case with me. She’s the third-party I was telling you about.”
“Come in.” Jenni steps away from me, giving the ladies enough room to enter the house. Once Jenni faces me, her eyes about bug out of her head. I know she’s telling me I should have invited them in and I probably fucked up. I’m not the easiest person to get along with, and I know I intimidate the shit outta people. This is proof that my inaccessibility comes naturally. I don’t always try to be a prick. Most of the time I just am one.
“We weren’t expecting you so soon,” I tell them.
“Yes, well…” Maggie says as she takes a seat on the couch, placing her hands on her lap. The other lady follows her lead. I feel Jenni’s hand wrap around mine, tugging me down to take a seat on the opposite couch with her. “We’ve received the background checks, and everything seems good.” Maggie chews on her lip. “But the family where the children are placed have taken an interest in them.”
My stomach drops. I sit forward, ready to lay into these two bitches. I feel Jenni squeeze my hand. “What does that mean?” she asks.
“It seems the family is interested in making the placement in their home permanent.”
“I thought it was difficult to place older children in permanent placements?” Jenni asks.
“Yes, normally it is. Couples tend to lean towards the younger kids because the baggage is less. If the kids can’t remember their birth parents, then it’s easier for those kids to blend with the adoptive family.”
“What do you fucking mean adoptive?” I feel Jenni squeeze my hand again, but there’s no way I’m not asking some fucking questions.
“The family who is fostering them has inquired about their next of kin relationship and status because they would like to seek adoption,” the foreign lady states.
I stand. “Well, that sure as fuck ain’t gonna happen.”
“Tylan–”
I snap my gaze to Jenni, daring her to try to reign me in.
“No, that ain’t fucking happening. We were told that I get those kids. That I’m the best for them seeing as they’ve got my blood running through their veins. She,” I point to Maggie, “came looking for me, not the other way around. I didn’t even know those kids existed until she brought their files to my door. There ain’t no way in hell–”
“Lick, sit your ass down,” Maggie growls, still sitting with her hands in her lap. I open my mouth to spit back an argument, but once I meet the hardness in Maggie’s eyes, I snap my mouth shut. I slowly sink my body back down into the comfort of the couch.
“Now,” she says, “like Terri said, the foster family has shown interest in the kids. This is the reason why we’re pushing up the visit and making this case one of importance so we can get these kids settled. They’ve had so much upset in their lives as of late, and we’d like for them to get setup somewhere and get into a routine.”
“Because of this,” Terri continues where Maggie leaves off, “Maggie and I are going to do our walkthrough, and first thing in the morning we’ll be meeting with the supervisor in this case and making our decision. By lunch time tomorrow, you’ll know the future of your niece and nephew.”
“Do what you need to do.”
“Yes, please look around. Tylan and I will be outside while you do what you need to do.” Jenni stands then turns to look at me, waiting for me to follow her lead.
Maggie gives us a small smile. “We’ll come get you as soon as we’re done.”