DANIELwyneth said she does not like hiking.Then she wakes up early this morning, puts onher clothes, and says, “Take me hiking, husband.”So I did exactly that, then fucked her against a tree to teach her how to behave and not be a flirt. Although, in her case, that only makes her act out more.Over the weekend, hiking has grown on her so much that she does not even need me to carry her on my back anymore. I have done it anyway because her tiny body wraps all around me and she plays with my hair and face and neck and anywhere her hands can reach.She’s a touchy person. One who needs physical contact to feel connected. But she does not go around touching everyone, just her inner circle that she deems safe.At the moment, I am in the middle of that circle and it is a fucking wild ride.Any time spent in her presence is. Even when she’s sleeping, she stretches her body out all over me and hides her face in my neck. Or she lays her head on my lap and flings her legs in the air.Like ri
“Now, I want you to open your legs in the air, baby girl, like what you do when you sleep upside down.”Her face turns a deep shade of red, but she does, lifting her legs and opening them, giving me the perfect view of her glistening pussy.I position myself on my knees at her opening and glide my dick up and down her soaked folds.Her legs tremble in the air and she moans, then groans. “Dan…”“What?”“Aren’t you going to fuck me?”I push two inches of my dick inside her pussy, then pull out, then thrust in again and out so that I am coated with her arousal. “Not in this hole, no. Tonight, I’ll claim your ass.” She trembles, her eyes doubling in size. “Did someone touch this ass, Genevieve?” She shakes her head frantically.“Use your voice.”“No…”“Is it because you were saving it for me, too? Like you saved your virgin pussy?”Her channel tightens around my cock, swallowing me in, and she lets out a long puff of air. “Yes…for you. I have always been yours, Dan.”A harsh current of po
GENEVIEVEad woke up.Dad. Woke. Up.I still can not believe it and keep mentally shaking myself during the entire ride to the hospital.I think I am dreaming.That is what I did when he first had the accident, I slept upside down and dreamt about Dad tilting his head and telling me that sleeping in that position is not healthy.Then I woke up and he wasn’t there, but there were tears in my eyes.So that is what I think during the entire ride. I think that this is a dream—I’ll eventually wake up and Dad will still be in a coma.My nails clink together and I dig them into my skin. Pain means it is not a dream and that the call Dan got was real.That my father is back.We do not talk the whole way. I just listen to my NF and Twenty One Pilots playlist and count the minutes until we get to the hospital.Anytime he opens his mouth, I raise the volume until he gets the memo and stops trying to speak. I do not want to talk to him, I do not want him to spout more words that will cut me open.
GENEVIEVE“W elcome home.”Dad smiles as he steps into the living room. He does not even need me or the crutches anymore. He only needed some physical rehabilitation, but zero mental.In ten days, he was able to walk, talk, and when Daniel and Knox came to visit, he even scolded them for cases they almost lost a few days before his accident.He remembers everything.The doctor said it is because he did not have severe damage to his brain, which is why he was able to make a fast recovery.And just like that, I have my dad back.I still can not believe it as we walk together into our home. Even though he’s wearing his shirt and pants, he does not fill them like before. He’s lost weight and often appears wary, as if there is something heavy perching on his shoulders. So I massage those shoulders, hopping now and then because Dad is really tall.His critical gaze roams over the place, taking in every nook and every surface as if he’s searching for something.Or someone.I stop my hopping
“What are you doing here? Dad’s upstairs and you have to leave before he wakes up. He asked me if there is something he should know about and he even said something smells different. No idea why he has that sensitive nose, but he does, and I nearly lost it and he knows, Dan. He knows something’s wrong, because he’s Dad. He knows things and I can not lie to him. I can not do this—”“Hey. Deep breaths.”I inhale, then exhale harshly, staring at him from beneath my eyelashes. “I…I am scared. I am scared of making him mad or losing him after I have finally got him back. It is a miracle that he’s home and has recovered so fast, and I can not…I can not think of losing him.”“You will not. I’ll make sure of it.”“Really?”“Have I ever made a promise and not kept it?”“No, you have not.”“Then trust me one final time.”“Are you…going to talk to him?”“It is about time I do. I waited for him to recover, but I need to be the one who tells him before he goes back to battling with Susan and finds
DANIELhe splash of water is loud, but it is not louder than Genevieve’s shriek.It is the first time I have heard that sound from her. The terror in it tears through my chest and clashes against my bones.Fuck.I do not want her scared, terrified, or any of the negative emotions she’s written on her list.But now this has happened, and in hindsight, I should not have touched her when King was around. Even if he was napping, because he’s a fucking hyena and if he’s suspecting something, he will not sleep. He’ll be roaming and digging around like a fucking lunatic until he gets what he wants.But I couldn’t stop it. And it is not for lack of trying.I gave her the space she demanded, even though I hated it, because it was the right thing to do. I wasn’t going to drag her into my mess or give her hope that does not exist.However, every day I spent without her was absolute fucking hell. Concentration? Zero. Sleep? Nonexistent.And it is not about her body or how perfect she feels in my
KREWPeople spend their entire lives avoiding crime—or try to.Not me.I knew that I would do it one day. That at some point, the crazy genes, as my father and his bitch of wife called them, would catch up to me and I would snap.That is why I chose law. It definitely wasn’t out of a warped sense of justice. I just had to learn law to get around it and apply self-restraint so that I did not end up murdering someone accidentally.Or intentionally.It is been easier with Ginny around, because I have someone to focus on, someone not to get caught for. I had to raise her, to be the parent my own parents weren’t. I had to be the person who protected her from the world.But I couldn’t protect her from my motherfucking friend.Ex-friend because I am going to blow his brains out in about five minutes.I always knew I would kill. I just did not know it’d be the man I considered a fucking brother.Dan and I did not start our friendship the conventional way. We were rivals for way too long, then
“Oh my God, Dan.” Her voice is brittle, chin trembling as she reaches a hand out for him.“Genevieve, come here. Now.” I do not usually order her this harshly, and she knows that, too, because she startles, her hand falling to her side.Dan nods at her and waits until she comes to me while he uses the wall for support to remain standing.Ginny keeps staring at him, but I pull her inside and slam the door in his face.Her gaze is shifty and she’s clinking her nails manically. Kids avoid their parents’ gazes when they’ve done something wrong, but Ginny has never been like that. She tells me headon about her wrongdoings. She only ever avoids eye contact when she’s in pain and does not want to show it.Because it’d hurt me, too, and she’s said she never wants to be the source of my pain.Until that fucker Dan played with her mind.“I am sorry, Dad.”“What are you sorry for?”“Hurting you. I did not mean to, I did not want to, but it is not like I could choose, you know?”“This is not your