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Banging this bitch had my feelings towards Gunner and Jennifer disappear. I don’t even fucking care right now that I promised to try and stay loyal to Jennifer, bitch has to know that’s just not me. And now here I am, sharing her with Dirty.
His woman ever finds out she’ll kill him. But that’s none of my business. I let Jordan ride me as I feel Dirty slam inside her asshole. Fuck, she feels good, I don’t give a fuck she’s not even mine anymore. Normally, after I toss aside a whore and she’s been used up by other brothers, I never sink inside them again except the odd blow job here and there.
Dirty usually just makes a show about the girls, never actually fucking anyone, but he’s been wanting the new girl for a while. Now, I’m wondering if that was just because Justine has been around, she’s already said she wouldn’t keep her mouth shut if she sees men cheating. Something about women power or some shit.
And with Hangman not laying pipe to any of the bitches, I’m the one breaking them all in. Dirty groans as he starts banging the bitch on top of me. Jordan stops moving on top of me, to let Dirty fuck her. Slapping her hips, I tell her to get moving.
Twenty minutes later, we have Jordan on her knees, and the bag off her ugly fucking face and unload. Dirty gets it in her hair, fucking sicko. At least she caught mine in her mouth. Tucking myself back into my pants, I leave my room. I don’t give a fuck what those two are doing now, but I’m done. Guilt rears its ugly head. I’ve never felt guilt fucking any bitch before. Ever. Now I can’t shake this feeling.
I need to get home to Jennifer and tell her what I just did, and only pray to fuck she forgives me. It wouldn’t matter if she didn’t anyways because I’m not letting her go. Unlike Hangman, I’ve just learned from my mistake the first time.
Guilt gnaws at me as I drive home, knowing I have to come clean. I don’t want a life full of lies, it’s why being with my ex-wife Megan was so easy, she just knew, hell she helped vet a few girls before for me. But this life I’m building with Jennifer is different. Jennifer deserves something good and pure, and I know I can be that person for her.
At least if I don’t let tonight’s fuck-up ruin everything.
I get to the house and see the lights are all on, which must mean she’s got the kids up still, that’s something that will need to change. Sure, I’m not used to having all my kids home all the time but that’s different now. We need to learn boundaries and be able to have time without them around, too.
Walking in the front door I’m greeted by Kara who comes flying around the corner from the living room. “Daddy! We didn’t think you were coming home tonight, so we decided to build a fort in the living room.”
“You did, huh? That sounds fun, wanna go get Jennifer for me? We need to talk,” I tell her after setting her back down on the floor.
“Okay.” She runs off and I hear her talking to Jennifer, who giggles. Fuck that makes my cock hard hearing.
“You summoned me?” Jennifer teases, and something new bursts in my chest. Is this love? I’ve never been in love before. I love my kids, sure, but this is different.
I want to smile at her. Instead, I ask her to follow me to our room.
“Okay, what’s going on, you’re worrying me,” she says once we’re in the bedroom and I close the door.
“I fucked-up tonight. I didn’t want to tell you, but I also didn’t want you hearing it from someone else. I need it to come from me.”
“What do you mean you fucked-up?” Her voice sounds so small right now, almost as if she’s back to being withdrawn from me.
“I slept with Jordan.” If I could throw Dirty under the bus, too, I would, but that’s not what my brotherhood is about. “I was angry, and getting drinks, didn’t give a fuck. Didn’t think I’d feel this immense guilt, but I do. And I have to say I never want to feel this again.”
She stares at me a moment before dropping her eyes and wraps her arms around herself. “Is that it?”
Narrowing my eyes at her I step close, and she retreats. “Yes,” I say tersely.
She nods and looks up at me but not making eye contact. “I promised Kara a sleepover tonight, I’m just going to grab my pajamas and head back to her.” She swallows thickly, tears in her voice.
“Jen, I need to know you forgive me,” I practically beg her.
She shakes her head. “I can’t right now, West. Just give me time.”
With that, she grabs her things and leaves the room. I sink down on the bed and pray like hell I didn’t just ruin everything between us.