The Fear That Divides Us (The Devil's Dust #3)(40)

“What did you just do?” she whispers, walking up to me.

I smirk, and shrug. “Nothing,” I lie.

“You need to leave.” Her eyes plead with me to go.

“Why?” I question, tilting my head to the side. She’s always kept her daughter away from me and the club. I have asked her why before and she just smiles and changes the subject. Maybe now that we are being honest with each other, she will actually tell me.

“I’m,” she pauses, and closes her eyes while sighing, “I’m trying to do right by my daughter, Bobby. I don’t need someone in her life who is just going to walk out,” she states, her tone unwavering. I get it; she doesn’t introduce men to Addie who are not sticking it out for the long haul. My track record with women is as thick as a dictionary, but I don’t ever plan on leaving Jessica’s life.

I nod, and head over to the counter, opening up cabinets in search for coffee, ignoring her.

“What’s wrong, Mom?” Addie asks, sitting on a barstool. Her little nose scrunched up with concern.

“Yeah, what’s wrong, Mom?” I mock, looking into another cabinet.

“Nothing, I’m sure Bobby has a lot to do today is all,” she lies.

“Nope, I’m good,” I respond, trying not to laugh. I haven’t turned around to look at Jessica, but I know her lips will be pursed and her eyes will be stabbing me with daggers.

“See,” Addie responds.

Jessica scoffs and pushes me out of the way, reaching into a cabinet I hadn’t checked yet. She pulls out a coffee can. I lean back against the counter, cross my arms, and watch her throw a hissy fit, throwing the lid on the counter and snatching the coffee pot from its place. I roll my lips onto each other, trying not to burst out into a fitful laughter. She’d be angry if she knew I thought she was cute as hell pissed off.

Jessica leans over the sink to turn on the faucet, her breasts spilling from her tight top as she hovers over the empty sink. My dick throbs, wanting another round with her. She is the only woman I can have sex with and wake up even hornier than before. My dick is insatiable for Jessica, addicted even.

I have always wanted Jessica doggy style, wanted her entire body for my taking. Last night was more than I could have ever imagined. The noises she made when my cock hit places in her that it never had before, the way her body moved and responded to my touch and sounds; it was epic. Plus, I got a mirror to watch every look that crossed her face, and every bounce of her tits. I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did. I was ready to bust a nut as soon as I found her masturbating. I smirk at the thought. I bet she thinks twice before she ignores one of my texts again.

“Mom, someone is at the door,” Addie remarks, breaking me from eye-f*cking her mom. I didn’t hear a knock.

“I’ll get it,” I announce, pulling from the counter. I open the door to find Kane holding two paper bags and a cardboard cup holder filled with drinks. His long dark hair sits past his broad shoulders, and he’s wearing his cut labeled as a prospect. He’s only in his prospect days and already gets more * than I do. He says it’s because chicks dig his year-round tan. He’s Native American and the girls eat that shit up.

“Here,” he grumbles, pushing the paper bag to my chest and holding the cups out for me to grab. His bushy dark brows slanted inward with annoyance.

“Thanks, man,” I reply, grabbing the crap from him.

“Who knew you had sexy men at your beck and call,” Jessica smarts over my shoulder. I turn and scowl at her, Kane laughing in the doorway. I turn and kick the door shut, shaking my head at Jessica.

“You have a sexy man at your beck and call and refuse to use it to your advantage,” I snipe, pushing the cups in the cup holder to her chest. She huffs and sets them on the counter, pulling one from its place. Addie positions herself on her knees on the stool and leans over, plucking a cup from the cardboard cup holder.

“You wanna see something cool?” I ask, grabbing a straw from the bag.

Addie’s eyes light up as she watches me. I tap the end of the straw on the countertop, scrunching the paper that covers it. I pull the scrunched up paper resembling an accordion off the straw and set it on the counter. I take the straw, get a dab of liquid from the cup, and drop it in the middle of the paper, making it appear as if it’s crawling.

“It’s like a caterpillar,” I say, smiling, dropping another drop onto the straw’s wrapper making it grow again.

“That is cool,” Addie laughs, grabbing a straw from the bag.

I look over and see Jessica eyeing me, the depth of her blue eyes soft and endearing as she watches me interact with her daughter.

“Who taught you that?” Jessica questions softly as she eyes Addie attempting to make her own caterpillar.

“My dad,” I mumble. She nods and opens the paper bag, digging for food. She doesn’t ask more. She never does when the conversation goes toward my parents. It goes against that crossing the line of simple and easy, to complicated.

Jessica and I eat in silence, listening to Addie talk about some boy she is crushing on. Jessica doesn’t seem to approve of her puppy love, but I say she’s young. She hasn’t lived unless she has had her heart broken a few times.

I crumple up the paper bag and throw it in the trash, and head to the bedroom to put the rest of my clothes on.