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Getting back to the house with food, Weston says that Jennifer went up for a shower, so I head on up while the kids portion everything out. I give a gentle knock on the bathroom door and step inside, realizing she didn’t lock it. I take her in, the see-through glass of the shower hides nothing, and my cock hardens.
Scars cover her back, not as bad as they once were, she got most of them fixed with the plastic surgeon. But she still has a shitload. I don’t know if I’ll ever fully be able to resist the urge to track down Trinity and Killer and kill them myself. Even with the scarring, she’s still stunning. She’s not skinny, far from it, but she’s not fat either. She’s perfect, perfect for me.
Hush must have a type, because his current wife even looks a lot like Jennifer. I don’t blame him for throwing her away, though, because I knew it fifteen years ago, just like I did when we picked her up from the killer duo, that she was mine.
When I first saw her, her tits weren’t as big as they are now, but she was still stunning, needed more meat on her bones, but she got me hard at just a wink. She was waiting our table and Hangman couldn’t keep his jaw shut when he saw her. We invited her back to our hotel for the night and spent literally, all night worshipping her.
She was carefree then, fun, now she’s withdrawn and always looks like she’s spooked by something. I’m going to fix that, fix what was broken in her.
“Jen,” I call out and she startles in the shower, almost slipping. “I have supper downstairs when you’re done.”
“Okay, um, thank you,” she calls back and finishes her shower. What I wouldn’t give to join her but now isn’t the time. Right now, she needs to feel safe with me before we jump into the sack together. Slow is not something I’ve ever done, but for her I’m willing to try. I head out of the bathroom and shut the door behind me, going downstairs to my kids.
Everyone is loud, as usual, but eating and goofing off. I fucking love my kids more than anything, they see a side of me no one else does. And now Jennifer will see it, too. Everyone at the club knows me as someone that is always in a rage, and that’s fine with me, truth is I’m not always in a rage. People just piss me off and I lash out. I’ve gotten a handle on it over the years, but occasionally it comes out.
“Jennifer almost done?” Weston asks, smirking at me. Rolling my eyes I swat him in the back of the head, knowing what he’s really thinking.
“She’ll be down soon. Hand me a plate.”
Weston looks at me in shock, “You want to eat on a plate and not out of the box the food came in? Who are you and what did you do with my dad?” he laughs.
I laugh with him, little shit.
Once my food is piled on my plate, Jennifer finally makes it downstairs, wearing pink coloured silk pajamas that show off every curve she has. Her almost-white blonde hair curling around her shoulders. I’ve never seen it natural before, always dry and straight. So, seeing it wet and curly right now is different. I fucking like it though.
I hand her a plate and she thanks me and moves to the food on the counter. “Um, there is a lot more food than I thought here. Which one is mine?”
I point to the pizza that Kara is munching on, and she smiles, grabbing herself two slices. When she found out that Kara likes the same pizza as her, she just upgraded it to a large, also ordering herself a side of poutine. I’ve never seen women eat much, Melissa, Anara, and Justine are different and now I have that breed of woman, too.
Jennifer looks around at my kids and smiles, she doesn’t know how close she was to death at the hands of Trinity and Killer, and I’ll never tell her what I truly saved her from. What my club saved her from, she hides her scars really well, but it could have been so much worse.
Now she’s here, in my home, where we’ll make a life together. Grow old together, cherishing each other along the way.