Chapter 30

Fox

I felt like a different kind of man as I led Talia and Lily-Rose down from the stage toward my car. Talia trembled in my arms, looking up at me every few seconds, as if she felt sure I would disappear. But I gripped her upper arm harder still, holding Lily-Rose’s hand with my other. I was their protector, their stronghold. I wasn’t going to let them down.

It had been a horrendous trip back from Los Angeles. It had taken me several days to come down from the drugs; I dove into the cabin in the woods and drank water, ate soup, and tried to recuperate. But most significantly, I was trying to forgive myself, and come up with a way to make it up to Talia.

Once in the car with Lily-Rose tucked safely in the back, I sped us out toward the cabin. In the silence, I cleared my throat.

“I know this doesn’t make up for anything, Talia,” I began. “But I need you to know that I paid for the community center. All of it. You don’t need any more benefit concerts. Any more fairs. Nothing. It’s going to be saved, and better than ever.”

Talia slid her fingers along my thigh, reaching for my hand. I felt her pulse fluttering beneath her skin. I squeezed her hand tightly and looked over at her, locking eyes with her momentarily. Her eyes were filled with tears. I understood—there were no words to communicate how she felt, not for me either.

Back at the cabin, Lily-Rose sat at the piano and began to tinker away, using only one hand. I eyed her taped wrist, my eyebrows furrowing. But Talia placed her hand on my back, leading me toward the kitchen nook and out of sight. She whispered to me.

“Lily-Rose had a bit of an accident, but she’ll be ready to play soon,” she began. “And Fox—Fox, I can’t believe you’re here. You can’t begin to imagine how much I missed you.”

Unable to resist, I wrapped my arms around her tighter, gripping her ass. Lily-Rose was still around the corner, out of sight, as I drew Talia tighter, firmer against me. My voice was gruff in her ear. “I want to make love to you, Talia. I’ve been dreaming about it since Los Angeles. These perfect tits,” I reached up, sliding my finger against the tart point of her nipple. “This pussy.” My other hand reached between her legs, gripping it tightly. “I want all of you. Every single day of my life.”

I kissed her hungrily, ripping my tongue through her mouth. She gave into me, letting out a soft moan. Lily-Rose’s piano continued to tinkle on. My cock strained against my jeans. I watched as Talia’s light fingers drew over the bulge of my cock, flickering against the veins. “I want you, too,” she murmured back.

My heart swelled in my chest.

But over the next hour, I knew I had to play the part of father, to start making up to Lily-Rose, and to Talia, for the hurt I had caused them. I made steaks for all of us, with broccoli and mashed potatoes, and poured Talia and me glasses of a robust red wine. As we grew looser in one another’s company, the conversation became silly. Lily-Rose recounted a story from her last baseball game, when she’d followed a butterfly around the field, much to the chagrin of her coach. She told the story with a ketchupy piece of steak in her mouth, chewing wildly. But she held Talia’s and my rapt attention. I felt now, more than ever, that the love Talia and I had for one another only made our love for Lily-Rose stronger.

Just after nine, Lily-Rose conked out on the couch. I wrapped her in my arms and carried her to the upstairs loft, out of earshot of any happenings downstairs. I kissed Lily-Rose’s forehead and tucked her beneath the sheets.

Downstairs, Talia had stripped herself bare and was standing naked, her tits white and gleaming in the candlelight. Her thin legs were spread wide, and her abs were tight, showing a bit of muscle and the bones, glowing beneath. Her eyes burned with desire for me. Striding forward, she reached for my shoulders and tugged me closer to her, kissing me with fire, passion. Her tongue raced along mine, parting my lips, and her tits pressed against my chest, making me ache for her.

With a thrust, I pushed Talia against the couch, so that her legs spread wide. Her perfect pussy lips were soft and pink, separating before me to show the darkness inside. My cock was rock-hard in my jeans, yearning for her. But I had to prove to Talia that she was my queen.

Bringing my tongue forward, I flicked it against the hard tip of her clit. Talia threw her head back with a soft moan. Her fingers laced through my hair. “Oh… oh my god, baby. Yes. Lick me,” she whispered. “Lick me harder. Faster. Please.”

Her demands turned me on even more. My tongue began to ease over and over her clit, which was so wet, dripping with desire for me. She yanked at my hair, beginning to move her hips up and down with my tongue. It was like we were a single mechanism, speeding up as we chased her orgasm. She began to pant as she drew closer and closer. I could feel her pussy beginning to pulse, as she fell into orgasm. Her spine arched and she cried out, reaching for her tits and squeezing the brown nipples as hard as she could. She pressed her pussy a final, wonderful time against my lips, and I was filled with the scent of her. She’d come against me, with my tongue inside of her.