ABBY, page 8
“Don’t cry, baby.” He cuddles me and I burrow into him. “What’s bothering you so bad?”
“Everything, Latch! Don’t you get it? Everything.”
He holds on to me and takes my food, setting it on the nightstand. I’m sure I’m freaking him out being so up and down. But right now, everything is so overwhelming. “Talk to me.”
“Latch, we can never catch a break, and it’s driving me crazy.”
“That’s not true. We caught a huge break today and now you’re home.”
“You can say that, but I’m not right, I’m not myself. I mean, I spent last night in jail for assault which is totally out of my character.”
“It’s not your fault. There are those people that make you crazy. You saw what Darrell did to me. I could’ve killed him and my biggest regret so far in life is that I didn’t.” He’s dead serious in his confession and I shake my head.
“No, don’t say that, then you’d spend the rest of your life in jail.”
“Maybe, but our son would be alive.”
I cry, hating myself for not being able to give him another child, and I’m not quite sure how to be. “Shhhh. Everything is going to be okay, beautiful.”
“How can you be sure? It doesn’t feel that way.”
“Because.” He grasps my face. “Because we have each other.” Closing my eyes, I let the exhaustion take over as Latch’s words echo deep within my soul…
…The noise of an innocent baby, crying, needing its mother rings through the room. Looking around, I am alone. There isn’t a single thing in here, minus the steel bunk bed, like the one I slept on in jail. As I sit on it, the crying gets louder and I follow the noise. Stumbling down the long hallway, the lights above me flicker, and as the noise goes closer, I realize the baby is mine. It’s my son. A mother always recognizes the cry of her child.
I reach for my necklace, but isn’t not there. “Latch!?” I scream, my heart slamming, knowing that this has all been a dream and our son is alive. Searching each room I pass, I can’t find him, and the further down the hall I get, the more bizarre they become.
The crying gets louder and I run faster, but the hallway gets longer. “Latch!?” I yell again, hoping he can lead me to our son.
I keep running, the hallway never ending. My feet burn, like I am stepping across broken glass, then sirens deafen me as I look in one room and I stop, staring at the scene of the accident.
Darrell’s demented laugh haunts me and I cover my ears. Looking at a pool of blood where I landed after being ejected from the car, the wind swirls so hard it hurts my ears, and I look up to see a chopper taking off. But the baby’s cries pull me back to the present and I run towards it, praying that I’ll find him and Latch.
Suddenly, I can see the end of the hallway and I place one foot in front of the next, pushing myself towards my family. At the end of the hallway is one last door, but it’s closed. Slowly I open it, afraid of what I’ll find and then the silhouette of a family casts a shadow on the wall and I stop. Not able to continue as the baby’s laughter fills the air.
Peeking around the door, Jessy and Latch are both gawking at a tiny baby. Jessy is his mother. She’s singing to him in the most gorgeous voice, and Latch is holding on to both of them. Rage consumes me and I shoot inside, fighting for what is mine, for what she stole. But as I reach for the child, my arms go right through them. I’m dead…I’m a fucking ghost…
Waking up from the world’s worst nightmare, I’m cold and clammy. Blinking a few times as I take in the room and attempt to settle my breathing down, Latch is next to me, peacefully sleeping. The clock on my nightstand says it’s 5:27am.
Sitting up, I realize that I slept the entire end of the day away. Our perfect and stress-free day is gone and I wasted it sleeping! Watching Latch’s beautiful lips, slightly parted as he breathes small breaths, I worry so much about him. He’s been through hell and back and just forges forward like everything is normal and we’re going to be okay, and I worry sometimes that maybe he doesn’t even believe his own words.
Kissing him gently, he doesn’t move a muscle. Getting up, I head into the kitchen and fill myself up a glass of water, and as I stare out at the calm street, my phone chimes. I grab it to see a slew of missed calls.
What the hell?
Going into my voicemail, I listen to the first call regarding a hospital bill. I ignore it, knowing there is nothing I can do right now. But then the next call is the same, and the next, and next. Finally disgusted, I hang the phone up. This is all Darrell’s fault. He did this to me and Latch and our baby. He killed my one and only child. The reality of never having a second chance hurts like hell. The pain is unspeakable, worse than if my heart was ripped from my chest. It’s the same pain I felt when I lost my parents, alone, scared, and I just want it to stop. I want to ease the agony, but how?
Sitting at the kitchen table, the pile of bills stares back at me, mocking me. They are just another roadblock, stopping Latch and I from moving on and being happy, like the tons of other obstacles that have been thrown our way.
Contemplating how to overcome everything, and to protect us…forever. I get an idea. One that Latch definitely won’t like, and I’m not sure I like it myself. Grabbing my iPad, I open my email and scroll through for anything from George. There is nothing, which doesn’t make sense. Why? He said he’d send it. I contemplate Googling “What is Darrell McEllrath’s Net Worth.” But instead search through my junk folder, needing answers, and a little over halfway down the page are two emails from George. My finger hovers over them, and before I proceed, I think about the repercussions of opening them. Granted, I should be discussing this with Latch. I promised him I would before I did anything. But the weight of everything is so great. The bills and the fear I have that one day Latch will go back to work. I look up and see him still sound asleep, so I decide informing myself isn’t going to hurt anything – it’s to protect us. Opening the first email, it reads,
To: Abby McEllrath
From: George Herron
Here are the estate documents we discussed. Please review and let me know when you are ready to meet.
I open the second email from George and it says.
To: Abby McEllrath
From: George Herron
Attached is the 1st amendment, sorry I forgot it. Please let me know once you review.
At the bottom are two small squares titled: The Estate of Darrell McEllrath and First Amendment To The Estate of Darrell McEllrath. Without even opening the documents, I feel sick to my stomach. How did I end up here? In this place. In charge of the wishes of a man who murdered my child and tried to kill me and Latch.
Latch’s phone vibrates and I pick it up off the table, thinking it’s probably Maris. But reading Jessy’s words at five in the morning leaves me astounded. What do you think of the name Jessabelle for a girl or Latch for a boy?
I drop his phone. It crashes against the glass of the coffee table and I’m sure I woke him. Tears pool out of my eyes. “Latch” was what we were gonna name our son. That is the name of my little boy. This girl is trying to steal my life!
I keep strong, believing in the love that Latch and I share. She can try to steal him, but she’s got to get through me first. Wallowing in the pain of all this isn’t going to help me right now. Pushing it aside, I let go of any emotions and open the document from George. Scanning page after page, not much is highlighted in the original estate. But opening the amendment, clear as day, the first item lists me as the sole beneficiary of all cash and assets, including executorship of Darrell’s entire estate. Then it lists in detail all the cash and assets totaling the astronomical amount of $200,113,194.86. Taking in a deep breath of air, I contemplate what to do. After all he did to me and all the years of abuse, he’s laying everything on me, when all I have inside of me is hate.
Sitting back, I look at the total number again, to be sure I read it right. I’m not sure if I’m more shocked that he left everything to me, or how much money he was worth. How did I not have a clue that’s how much money he had? Granted we never discussed his contracts or anything, I still should’ve known, shouldn’t I?
Maybe Darrell did this to cause problems, knowing it would put a rift between Latch and I. The document was amended just days before his death, so it was after I left him. He knew there was no hope of reconciling, but with his plan and how fucking smart he was, no matter how sick and demented, there’s more to this than meets the eye, and I’m ready to discuss things with George. I need to find out.
Waking up after the first fucking solid night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time, I reach next to me for Abby, but she isn’t in bed. I roll over and take in the room. Getting up, I shout, “Baby?” And look around the room.
She doesn’t respond and I pull on a pair of shorts as I go in search of her. Checking each room, she is not here. Quickly panicking, I dart to my phone and call her. It’s not like Abby to just disappear and after losing her the other day, I quickly jump to the worst conclusions. Then when her phone rings, charging on the kitchen counter top next to her iPad, I worry wondering why she would’ve left the house without it.
I remind myself to stay calm knowing I panic easily when it comes to Abby. I’m sure she’s okay, she just went out for a walk or coffee or something. Sending a text to my grandma I ask her. Have you seen Abby?
No, dear, everything okay? I unlock her iPad to see if maybe it can answer anything about where she went and when the screen comes to life I find what appears to be Darrell’s estate document. Immediately it pisses me off that she went behind my back and wasted her time looking anything up about him, especially when she promised me she wouldn’t.
Goddammit.
Why would she wake up and do this? However, my worries all wash away as she walks through the front door, with breakfast in hand.
“Morning, baby,” she says in a chipper tone. “How’d you sleep?”
“Where were you, baby?” I ask, ignoring her question.
She blinks a few times and then says, “I grabbed us food. Didn’t you see the note I left you on your nightstand?”
I shake my head, ashamed that I panicked and got so worried.
“Well, I left you a note. Did you not see it? Is everything okay?” she asks me and I give her a kiss on the forehead squeezing her ass while I take a moment to reel myself back into reality and calm down.
“I’m good; sorry I panicked.”
“It’s okay. Would you take this?” she hands me the to-go bag and I take it from her. Still trying to let my worries go.
“Where do you wanna eat?” she asks me.
“Out back?” I offer and she agrees, so I carry the food outside. She opens the boxes, the smell invades my scenes, and I drool looking at what she got. “You went all the way to Noon’s Cafe?” I ask her, knowing it is upstate.
“Yeah, I was up early and knew you’d love it.”
“Wow. What’s the occasion?”
“There’s no occasion, silly. I just wanted to get you your favorite breakfast.”
“Thank you, baby, but you should’ve taken your phone going that far.” I dig in and can’t help but look at her and wonder if she’s going to tell me about the estate document.
“So what do you think if we take a trip up to Connecticut and start house hunting?”
I’m not sure how to respond. The question takes me by surprise. Yesterday, she didn’t want to talk about anything. Then today she’s looking at Darrell’s estate documents, going upstate for breakfast, and wants to talk about looking at houses.
“Do you still want to move there?” I ask.
“Of course, don’t you?”
“I want to do anything that makes you happy, baby.”
“Then I want to look.” I agree, but in the back of my mind, I can’t help thinking about the obligation I have to Jessy. After all, she is carrying my child and moving there would put a snag in things. Abby said herself that she is the one that wants me to be a part of its life.
Deciding to put it out there, I make myself ask, “If we move to Connecticut, what about Jessy?”
“What about her? It’s just a drive away. I’m not going to let her or anyone disrupt our future ever again.”
“That’s not what I meant. No one will do what Darrell did to us, baby. It was you that told me the other day you wanted me to be a part of the baby’s life when I was willing to run. So now, I can’t help wondering why this sudden change of heart.” I’m assuming it’s this whole estate thing and that she wants to take the money, pay Jessy off, and sail into the sunset…but is that the right thing to do? Is that how she would have handled things, prior to the accident?
“Slow down! It’s just us looking. I’m not saying we buy anything yet. We talked about moving there based on Jeremy’s house. I wanna see what else we can afford.”
My phone rings, interrupting our conversation, and both Abby and I glance at the screen. It’s my grandma. “Are you gonna get that?” Abby asks me, knowing I always answer her calls.
“Hey,” I answer.
“Did you find Abby?”
“Yes, she was out getting breakfast for us.”
You called her? Abby mouths to me.
I shrug my shoulders, a tad embarrassed. “Oh, good! Well, I won’t keep you then, but I wanted to see what you thought about dinner at my place tomorrow with your dad, since Abby never got to meet him. I figured this would give us all time to catch up. He’s really trying.”
“Okay, yeah, that sounds good,” I respond, wanting to just make her happy.
“Great, I love you.”
“Love you too,” I tell her and hang up and Abby says, “I can’t believe you called her.”
“What? I was worried, baby.”
“About what?”
“The fact that I woke up and you were gone, your phone was here, and you’d been—” I cut myself off, wanting to give her the chance to come clean, as I have my own secrets myself and in time want to tell her.
“I’ve been what?” she asks.
“You’ve been stressed.”
“That’s life, Latch, you know that. You’ve got to have a little faith in us. I left you a note, babe.”
“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t see it,” I respond, knowing I am being ridiculous, but the truth is, she means too much to me to not worry about. “Come here,” I tell her and pat my lap, and she sits on top of it. “You know how much you mean to me, right?”
“You mean just as much to me.”
“Good,” I respond and lean down, kissing her lips. Molding mine over hers, controlling her, possessing her. She moans against my mouth, kissing me back. Her fingers knot into my hair as we get lost in one another, and I glide my hand underneath her t-shirt and bra.
She arches in my hold, awakening the fire I have for her inside me. I twist her nipple, pulling up hard. My cock hardens and she wiggles her ass against it. Needing more of her, I carry her inside and pin her against the first surface I see. With my body holding hers against the wall, she looks at me panting. “Do you want me?” I ask her harshly, digging my cock into her.
“Fuck yes.” Her response is quick, but I need more from her as my mind spirals back to all the times we used to play. “Then tell me how.”
God, I miss the times like this, when my body was on pins and needles, my blood pulsating through my veins, all of it raging at the head of my cock. “I want you inside of me, skin to skin, ’til I come.”
Reaching into the front of her pants, my hand is crushed against her sex and the wall. “What if I want more? What if I want you to come again and again?”
Her tone is laced with a smile from my question when she replies. “Well, I’m yours, so you can do with me what you want.” I tear her shirt over her head – I can’t get her naked fast enough, shredding her clothes off, stretching her shirt as I pull it over her gorgeous fucking body. She reaches back for my cock and my body trembles when she grabs it. Her touch alone can be my undoing. Closing my eyes, I get a bit lost in the way she’s jerking me. I try to concentrate on what I’m doing. But she distracts me, pleasing my cock like only she can. Slyly, she turns in my hold, yanking my shorts down, and I growl watching the way she licks her lips, stark naked, wanting me.
Then all of a sudden, she is on her knees in front of me, swallowing me up. I brace my weight on the wall, losing the battle of control when I look down and she’s almost taking me all the way in her mouth and gently rubs my balls.
Her eyes are wild, matching her movements, and with every ounce of strength I have, I reach down and stop her.
“Your mouth is fucking amazing, but not yet!” She stands to her feet and I slam her back against the wall. She grips my dick, pulling it towards her, and I push my way inside her. Every inch has her eyes closing a little more, and I can tell she’s enjoying this as much as I am. It’s a place where only Abby and I go to drown out the noise.
She wraps her legs around me and I lift her up, holding her as we work together. Fire blazes from my head to my toes as we fuck. Her eyes are tightly shut and I get lost, sucking on her neck. Loving the taste and feel of her skin on my tongue.
“Harder,” she begs me for more of my cock. Sitting her on one of the bar stools I say, “Hang on to my neck.” She listens and I hold on to her and the countertop pounding her. “Fuck,” she screams causing my balls to tighten and my insides to burst into flames. I’m so close to letting out a good cum, but don’t want it to end. I used to be able to fuck for hours, but not anymore, not with Abby – she’s my conclusion. She drives my body crazy and when we are together like this my control is stripped away.
Stopping my movements, I hold my breath and everything tenses as the room spins. And in the middle of it, Abby and I are still, our bodies so close to the edge, but we know what’s waiting if we fall. Brushing the hair out of her eyes, she commands me, “Keep fucking me, take me with you.”
Pulling my cock back a half a tick is all it takes and the second that I push forward, a burst of cum floods inside her as I pump her with my full length. I hold her to me tighter than ever as I milk out every last drop while she shakes in my grasp, screaming and possessing her own release just as much as I am.
“Everything, Latch! Don’t you get it? Everything.”
He holds on to me and takes my food, setting it on the nightstand. I’m sure I’m freaking him out being so up and down. But right now, everything is so overwhelming. “Talk to me.”
“Latch, we can never catch a break, and it’s driving me crazy.”
“That’s not true. We caught a huge break today and now you’re home.”
“You can say that, but I’m not right, I’m not myself. I mean, I spent last night in jail for assault which is totally out of my character.”
“It’s not your fault. There are those people that make you crazy. You saw what Darrell did to me. I could’ve killed him and my biggest regret so far in life is that I didn’t.” He’s dead serious in his confession and I shake my head.
“No, don’t say that, then you’d spend the rest of your life in jail.”
“Maybe, but our son would be alive.”
I cry, hating myself for not being able to give him another child, and I’m not quite sure how to be. “Shhhh. Everything is going to be okay, beautiful.”
“How can you be sure? It doesn’t feel that way.”
“Because.” He grasps my face. “Because we have each other.” Closing my eyes, I let the exhaustion take over as Latch’s words echo deep within my soul…
…The noise of an innocent baby, crying, needing its mother rings through the room. Looking around, I am alone. There isn’t a single thing in here, minus the steel bunk bed, like the one I slept on in jail. As I sit on it, the crying gets louder and I follow the noise. Stumbling down the long hallway, the lights above me flicker, and as the noise goes closer, I realize the baby is mine. It’s my son. A mother always recognizes the cry of her child.
I reach for my necklace, but isn’t not there. “Latch!?” I scream, my heart slamming, knowing that this has all been a dream and our son is alive. Searching each room I pass, I can’t find him, and the further down the hall I get, the more bizarre they become.
The crying gets louder and I run faster, but the hallway gets longer. “Latch!?” I yell again, hoping he can lead me to our son.
I keep running, the hallway never ending. My feet burn, like I am stepping across broken glass, then sirens deafen me as I look in one room and I stop, staring at the scene of the accident.
Darrell’s demented laugh haunts me and I cover my ears. Looking at a pool of blood where I landed after being ejected from the car, the wind swirls so hard it hurts my ears, and I look up to see a chopper taking off. But the baby’s cries pull me back to the present and I run towards it, praying that I’ll find him and Latch.
Suddenly, I can see the end of the hallway and I place one foot in front of the next, pushing myself towards my family. At the end of the hallway is one last door, but it’s closed. Slowly I open it, afraid of what I’ll find and then the silhouette of a family casts a shadow on the wall and I stop. Not able to continue as the baby’s laughter fills the air.
Peeking around the door, Jessy and Latch are both gawking at a tiny baby. Jessy is his mother. She’s singing to him in the most gorgeous voice, and Latch is holding on to both of them. Rage consumes me and I shoot inside, fighting for what is mine, for what she stole. But as I reach for the child, my arms go right through them. I’m dead…I’m a fucking ghost…
Waking up from the world’s worst nightmare, I’m cold and clammy. Blinking a few times as I take in the room and attempt to settle my breathing down, Latch is next to me, peacefully sleeping. The clock on my nightstand says it’s 5:27am.
Sitting up, I realize that I slept the entire end of the day away. Our perfect and stress-free day is gone and I wasted it sleeping! Watching Latch’s beautiful lips, slightly parted as he breathes small breaths, I worry so much about him. He’s been through hell and back and just forges forward like everything is normal and we’re going to be okay, and I worry sometimes that maybe he doesn’t even believe his own words.
Kissing him gently, he doesn’t move a muscle. Getting up, I head into the kitchen and fill myself up a glass of water, and as I stare out at the calm street, my phone chimes. I grab it to see a slew of missed calls.
What the hell?
Going into my voicemail, I listen to the first call regarding a hospital bill. I ignore it, knowing there is nothing I can do right now. But then the next call is the same, and the next, and next. Finally disgusted, I hang the phone up. This is all Darrell’s fault. He did this to me and Latch and our baby. He killed my one and only child. The reality of never having a second chance hurts like hell. The pain is unspeakable, worse than if my heart was ripped from my chest. It’s the same pain I felt when I lost my parents, alone, scared, and I just want it to stop. I want to ease the agony, but how?
Sitting at the kitchen table, the pile of bills stares back at me, mocking me. They are just another roadblock, stopping Latch and I from moving on and being happy, like the tons of other obstacles that have been thrown our way.
Contemplating how to overcome everything, and to protect us…forever. I get an idea. One that Latch definitely won’t like, and I’m not sure I like it myself. Grabbing my iPad, I open my email and scroll through for anything from George. There is nothing, which doesn’t make sense. Why? He said he’d send it. I contemplate Googling “What is Darrell McEllrath’s Net Worth.” But instead search through my junk folder, needing answers, and a little over halfway down the page are two emails from George. My finger hovers over them, and before I proceed, I think about the repercussions of opening them. Granted, I should be discussing this with Latch. I promised him I would before I did anything. But the weight of everything is so great. The bills and the fear I have that one day Latch will go back to work. I look up and see him still sound asleep, so I decide informing myself isn’t going to hurt anything – it’s to protect us. Opening the first email, it reads,
To: Abby McEllrath
From: George Herron
Here are the estate documents we discussed. Please review and let me know when you are ready to meet.
I open the second email from George and it says.
To: Abby McEllrath
From: George Herron
Attached is the 1st amendment, sorry I forgot it. Please let me know once you review.
At the bottom are two small squares titled: The Estate of Darrell McEllrath and First Amendment To The Estate of Darrell McEllrath. Without even opening the documents, I feel sick to my stomach. How did I end up here? In this place. In charge of the wishes of a man who murdered my child and tried to kill me and Latch.
Latch’s phone vibrates and I pick it up off the table, thinking it’s probably Maris. But reading Jessy’s words at five in the morning leaves me astounded. What do you think of the name Jessabelle for a girl or Latch for a boy?
I drop his phone. It crashes against the glass of the coffee table and I’m sure I woke him. Tears pool out of my eyes. “Latch” was what we were gonna name our son. That is the name of my little boy. This girl is trying to steal my life!
I keep strong, believing in the love that Latch and I share. She can try to steal him, but she’s got to get through me first. Wallowing in the pain of all this isn’t going to help me right now. Pushing it aside, I let go of any emotions and open the document from George. Scanning page after page, not much is highlighted in the original estate. But opening the amendment, clear as day, the first item lists me as the sole beneficiary of all cash and assets, including executorship of Darrell’s entire estate. Then it lists in detail all the cash and assets totaling the astronomical amount of $200,113,194.86. Taking in a deep breath of air, I contemplate what to do. After all he did to me and all the years of abuse, he’s laying everything on me, when all I have inside of me is hate.
Sitting back, I look at the total number again, to be sure I read it right. I’m not sure if I’m more shocked that he left everything to me, or how much money he was worth. How did I not have a clue that’s how much money he had? Granted we never discussed his contracts or anything, I still should’ve known, shouldn’t I?
Maybe Darrell did this to cause problems, knowing it would put a rift between Latch and I. The document was amended just days before his death, so it was after I left him. He knew there was no hope of reconciling, but with his plan and how fucking smart he was, no matter how sick and demented, there’s more to this than meets the eye, and I’m ready to discuss things with George. I need to find out.
Waking up after the first fucking solid night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time, I reach next to me for Abby, but she isn’t in bed. I roll over and take in the room. Getting up, I shout, “Baby?” And look around the room.
She doesn’t respond and I pull on a pair of shorts as I go in search of her. Checking each room, she is not here. Quickly panicking, I dart to my phone and call her. It’s not like Abby to just disappear and after losing her the other day, I quickly jump to the worst conclusions. Then when her phone rings, charging on the kitchen counter top next to her iPad, I worry wondering why she would’ve left the house without it.
I remind myself to stay calm knowing I panic easily when it comes to Abby. I’m sure she’s okay, she just went out for a walk or coffee or something. Sending a text to my grandma I ask her. Have you seen Abby?
No, dear, everything okay? I unlock her iPad to see if maybe it can answer anything about where she went and when the screen comes to life I find what appears to be Darrell’s estate document. Immediately it pisses me off that she went behind my back and wasted her time looking anything up about him, especially when she promised me she wouldn’t.
Goddammit.
Why would she wake up and do this? However, my worries all wash away as she walks through the front door, with breakfast in hand.
“Morning, baby,” she says in a chipper tone. “How’d you sleep?”
“Where were you, baby?” I ask, ignoring her question.
She blinks a few times and then says, “I grabbed us food. Didn’t you see the note I left you on your nightstand?”
I shake my head, ashamed that I panicked and got so worried.
“Well, I left you a note. Did you not see it? Is everything okay?” she asks me and I give her a kiss on the forehead squeezing her ass while I take a moment to reel myself back into reality and calm down.
“I’m good; sorry I panicked.”
“It’s okay. Would you take this?” she hands me the to-go bag and I take it from her. Still trying to let my worries go.
“Where do you wanna eat?” she asks me.
“Out back?” I offer and she agrees, so I carry the food outside. She opens the boxes, the smell invades my scenes, and I drool looking at what she got. “You went all the way to Noon’s Cafe?” I ask her, knowing it is upstate.
“Yeah, I was up early and knew you’d love it.”
“Wow. What’s the occasion?”
“There’s no occasion, silly. I just wanted to get you your favorite breakfast.”
“Thank you, baby, but you should’ve taken your phone going that far.” I dig in and can’t help but look at her and wonder if she’s going to tell me about the estate document.
“So what do you think if we take a trip up to Connecticut and start house hunting?”
I’m not sure how to respond. The question takes me by surprise. Yesterday, she didn’t want to talk about anything. Then today she’s looking at Darrell’s estate documents, going upstate for breakfast, and wants to talk about looking at houses.
“Do you still want to move there?” I ask.
“Of course, don’t you?”
“I want to do anything that makes you happy, baby.”
“Then I want to look.” I agree, but in the back of my mind, I can’t help thinking about the obligation I have to Jessy. After all, she is carrying my child and moving there would put a snag in things. Abby said herself that she is the one that wants me to be a part of its life.
Deciding to put it out there, I make myself ask, “If we move to Connecticut, what about Jessy?”
“What about her? It’s just a drive away. I’m not going to let her or anyone disrupt our future ever again.”
“That’s not what I meant. No one will do what Darrell did to us, baby. It was you that told me the other day you wanted me to be a part of the baby’s life when I was willing to run. So now, I can’t help wondering why this sudden change of heart.” I’m assuming it’s this whole estate thing and that she wants to take the money, pay Jessy off, and sail into the sunset…but is that the right thing to do? Is that how she would have handled things, prior to the accident?
“Slow down! It’s just us looking. I’m not saying we buy anything yet. We talked about moving there based on Jeremy’s house. I wanna see what else we can afford.”
My phone rings, interrupting our conversation, and both Abby and I glance at the screen. It’s my grandma. “Are you gonna get that?” Abby asks me, knowing I always answer her calls.
“Hey,” I answer.
“Did you find Abby?”
“Yes, she was out getting breakfast for us.”
You called her? Abby mouths to me.
I shrug my shoulders, a tad embarrassed. “Oh, good! Well, I won’t keep you then, but I wanted to see what you thought about dinner at my place tomorrow with your dad, since Abby never got to meet him. I figured this would give us all time to catch up. He’s really trying.”
“Okay, yeah, that sounds good,” I respond, wanting to just make her happy.
“Great, I love you.”
“Love you too,” I tell her and hang up and Abby says, “I can’t believe you called her.”
“What? I was worried, baby.”
“About what?”
“The fact that I woke up and you were gone, your phone was here, and you’d been—” I cut myself off, wanting to give her the chance to come clean, as I have my own secrets myself and in time want to tell her.
“I’ve been what?” she asks.
“You’ve been stressed.”
“That’s life, Latch, you know that. You’ve got to have a little faith in us. I left you a note, babe.”
“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t see it,” I respond, knowing I am being ridiculous, but the truth is, she means too much to me to not worry about. “Come here,” I tell her and pat my lap, and she sits on top of it. “You know how much you mean to me, right?”
“You mean just as much to me.”
“Good,” I respond and lean down, kissing her lips. Molding mine over hers, controlling her, possessing her. She moans against my mouth, kissing me back. Her fingers knot into my hair as we get lost in one another, and I glide my hand underneath her t-shirt and bra.
She arches in my hold, awakening the fire I have for her inside me. I twist her nipple, pulling up hard. My cock hardens and she wiggles her ass against it. Needing more of her, I carry her inside and pin her against the first surface I see. With my body holding hers against the wall, she looks at me panting. “Do you want me?” I ask her harshly, digging my cock into her.
“Fuck yes.” Her response is quick, but I need more from her as my mind spirals back to all the times we used to play. “Then tell me how.”
God, I miss the times like this, when my body was on pins and needles, my blood pulsating through my veins, all of it raging at the head of my cock. “I want you inside of me, skin to skin, ’til I come.”
Reaching into the front of her pants, my hand is crushed against her sex and the wall. “What if I want more? What if I want you to come again and again?”
Her tone is laced with a smile from my question when she replies. “Well, I’m yours, so you can do with me what you want.” I tear her shirt over her head – I can’t get her naked fast enough, shredding her clothes off, stretching her shirt as I pull it over her gorgeous fucking body. She reaches back for my cock and my body trembles when she grabs it. Her touch alone can be my undoing. Closing my eyes, I get a bit lost in the way she’s jerking me. I try to concentrate on what I’m doing. But she distracts me, pleasing my cock like only she can. Slyly, she turns in my hold, yanking my shorts down, and I growl watching the way she licks her lips, stark naked, wanting me.
Then all of a sudden, she is on her knees in front of me, swallowing me up. I brace my weight on the wall, losing the battle of control when I look down and she’s almost taking me all the way in her mouth and gently rubs my balls.
Her eyes are wild, matching her movements, and with every ounce of strength I have, I reach down and stop her.
“Your mouth is fucking amazing, but not yet!” She stands to her feet and I slam her back against the wall. She grips my dick, pulling it towards her, and I push my way inside her. Every inch has her eyes closing a little more, and I can tell she’s enjoying this as much as I am. It’s a place where only Abby and I go to drown out the noise.
She wraps her legs around me and I lift her up, holding her as we work together. Fire blazes from my head to my toes as we fuck. Her eyes are tightly shut and I get lost, sucking on her neck. Loving the taste and feel of her skin on my tongue.
“Harder,” she begs me for more of my cock. Sitting her on one of the bar stools I say, “Hang on to my neck.” She listens and I hold on to her and the countertop pounding her. “Fuck,” she screams causing my balls to tighten and my insides to burst into flames. I’m so close to letting out a good cum, but don’t want it to end. I used to be able to fuck for hours, but not anymore, not with Abby – she’s my conclusion. She drives my body crazy and when we are together like this my control is stripped away.
Stopping my movements, I hold my breath and everything tenses as the room spins. And in the middle of it, Abby and I are still, our bodies so close to the edge, but we know what’s waiting if we fall. Brushing the hair out of her eyes, she commands me, “Keep fucking me, take me with you.”
Pulling my cock back a half a tick is all it takes and the second that I push forward, a burst of cum floods inside her as I pump her with my full length. I hold her to me tighter than ever as I milk out every last drop while she shakes in my grasp, screaming and possessing her own release just as much as I am.
