"You're really starting to open up, Devon. That's a good thing," Ian praises me in our daily therapy session.
I shrug my shoulder. "It's not hard to open up about my father. He's a piece of shit who puts on a display for people, pretending he's the greatest fucking father. Like he should be the founder of “#1 Dad” on those shirts and shit." I contain the fury that wants to be set free. As much as I hate my father, I have to talk about the sorry excuse of a man that he is.
Ian turns his chair toward me. "You’re holding a lot of resentment for him."
"I do," I deadpan.
His brows furrow. "Why not for your mom?"
"I don't know." I shrug. "I guess because she tried what she could, but what could she really do when she was out with her friends?"
"Do you blame her?"
I think about that question. "Maybe a little. I think I'm angrier that she didn't leave him. My mom's not weak, but she always was when it came to my dad. Both of us always hid what it was really like at home."
"Does she know why you never came home? Why she hadn't seen you in eleven years?"
"No." I shake my head. "I never told her. I just stayed away. Thought it'd be better that way, but now after she came to visit me, I'm not sure that was the best thing to do. Life is short, Ian. I know that all too well from trying to take my own to being in the Army and in the MC life. I could have been gone in an instant, and after seeing her, I realize the years have taken their toll on her."
He nods in understanding. "I think it would be good for you to talk to her."
"Yeah. Maybe we can try mending what’s been broken." I look up at the clock. "My hours up and Daphne will be here any minute." It's been a month since her last visit and I'm anxious to see her.
"Okay." He laughs. "Just remember what I told you. You have made amazing progress over the last two months, but you have a long road ahead of you, and this last month is going to be the hardest."
"I remember." I stand from my chair, walk to the door, and leave his office.
It took longer than I thought for Daphne to arrive, but her plane was delayed and that cut into the time we get to see each other.
The sun is beginning to set while we sit by the pond. Daphne is resting between my legs, her head leaned back against my chest as her finger traces along the lines on the palm of my hand.
"I read your letters," She tells me absently.
"Yeah," I say quietly and kiss her temple.
"I understand now, but I have something to tell you." She tries to turn to look at me, but I hold her in place. "I let your mom read the letter about what your dad did to you."
I suck in a breath and my eyes widen. "What happened?"
"Your mom kicked him out."
"Fucking finally." I release my relieved breath.
"Are you mad I showed her?"
"No, I'm not mad. I wish I would have gone to her sooner."
"I was so pissed, I couldn't stop myself. Knowing he treated you that way, and that I've let Zane around him all this time…" She shakes her head against my chest.
I kiss her temple one more time, smelling her floral scent. My cock begins to jerk behind my zipper. Fuck! I don’t know how much longer I can last not being inside of her. "As long as he was good with our son, that's all that matters." I try to keep my thoughts on the topic at hand.
She nods. " He was. That's what I don't get. It was like he was making up for what he did to you through Zane."
"Guilt."
She nods. "Yeah, seems so."
"Hey, I don't wanna talk about that shit anymore." I move her dark hair off her shoulder and kiss the crook of her neck.
"Devon." She says my name on a whisper.
I continue kissing up and down the soft flesh of her neck. My tongue peeks out and runs the same line as my kisses.
"Devon." My name falls from her lips in a hushed gasp.
My fingertips trail from her knee, up her inner thigh, and I thank fuck she's wearing that cute as hell checkered skirt. I run my fingers over the silk of her panties, feeling her wetness coating the material.
"Devon," She says with a little more strength and tries to sit up, but I hold her in place with my free arm around her chest. "We can't do this here. Someone could see us."
"It's dark. No one's going to come out here, and if they do, I'll hear them," I whisper against her ear.
Her body is still tense, but she opens her thighs wider for me. I smile against her neck while I push my fingers inside her panties. Slowly I drag one up her pussy to her clit and the first touch has her jerking against me. Moving my finger in small circles, I drag it back down and push inside of her, feeling her wet heat. I pull almost all the way out before pushing back in. Her hands grip my thighs, her nails digging in as she grows more turned on.
Small moans slip from her mouth and her breaths become short and labored. I pull my digit out coated in her wetness, I go back to her clit and move in small, slow circles once again.
Applying more pressure, I pick up speed. The faster my finger moves against her clit, the faster her breaths come. Her chest heaves, my hard cock drips with precum, and her body begins to shake under my touch. I move my free hand under her shirt, push her bra up, freeing her ample tits so that I can lightly rub my thumb over her nipple. It hardens even more so from my touch. I roll it between my thumb and finger slightly pulling it. "That's it, Daph. Come for me. Come all over my fingers so I can taste how fucking sweet you are."
"Dev!" She cries out quietly.
"Yeah, baby, let it go." I move faster, she shakes harder, her pants quicken, and her nails dig deeper. "You’re gonna come so fucking hard for me." I egg her on, bringing her closer. Her thighs fall open the rest of the way and her hips lift, searching for her impending orgasm.
I press more firmly against her tight little clit, quickly moving my finger around and around until she screams out in pleasure. I quickly cover her mouth with my hand to muffle her loud moans. I slow my movements down, letting her continue to ride the wave of her orgasm. Once she's done, I bring my fingers to my mouth and close my eyes as I taste and savor her sweetness.
Pulling my fingers out of my mouth, I cup her cheeks with my hands, bringing her face closer to mine. I smash our lips together and push my tongue inside of her mouth, letting her taste herself.
Our tongues tangle in a mess of lust, want, and need. I grip the back of her hair tightly, and she does the same to me.
"Devon?" Ian yells a few feet away from us.
I pull back, breaking our connection to acknowledge him. "I'm saying goodbye."
"I guess visiting hours are over," Daphne pouts. It makes me laugh, but fuck I want more time with her.
I reply, "Yeah, I guess so."
"So, I'll see you next month when you come home?" She looks up at me through her hooded eyes and thick black lashes.
"I'm gonna fucking miss you," I tell her, feeling the heaviness sitting on my chest.
"I'm gonna miss you too." Her voice is weak with sadness. She stands first and I follow.
Her arms wrap around my neck, mine wrap around her waist, and I pull her into me as close as I can get her. "I was hoping I could return the favor." She smiles against my shoulder.
I growl, my cock is still rock hard. "One more fucking month and you're fucking mine, woman."
"You gonna take me real good, Devon?" She asks against my ear, taunting and teasingly.
I push against her shoulders, staring at her sternly. "That's not helping my rock-hard cock." She smirks and I give her a good smack on the ass. "Get outta here." We both laugh.
I pull her into me one more time, giving her a slow tantalizing kiss. "I love you, Daph."
"I love you too, Dev."
I take her hand in mine, walk her to the rental car she drove here in, and watch her drive away until I can no longer see the tail lights.