Page 32 of Johny B

Sasha, now bored with the swings, comes running towards us but Tenley is quick off the mark, stepping between her and her Oriana, so she can’t see the state she’s in.

“Hey Sash, let’s go wash up, and you can have some TV time. Would you like that?”

“What’s up with Mummy?” she asks, trying to see past Tenley.

“She’s tired, that’s all. So, I thought it would be nice to let her have a bit of a nap.” Tenley explains. “So, TV?”

“Okay,” she replies, heading off towards the house, seemingly placated. “Can I have cookies?” I hear her ask Tenley as they enter the house.

Before Tenley closes the door, she gestures back to me, her hands moving fast, directing me to move Oriana into her room.

Tenley must have more faith in my current ability than I do, because my head is spinning, and my body is swaying. However, I guess I’m not as bad Oriana.

I wait until the door is firmly closed before I suck in a deep breath, grab Oriana under the arms and pull her to her feet.

“What... what’s going on?” Oriana slurs. “Where’s Sashhhhsssa?”

“With Tenley.” Now on her feet, I put her arm around my shoulder, and although not the easiest of maneuvers, I do manage to walk her towards the door. “I’m going to get you somewhere comfortable so you can sleep it off.” I use the wall as a support while I get the door open, holding it back with my foot while I move us both over the threshold. Thankfully, Tenley’s bedroom door is ajar, so a quick push with my hip we’re in. A few more steps to negotiate and I’m able to drop her onto the bed, her body bouncing she lets out a soft ‘harrumph’. When her back hits the mattress, her eyes fly open.

“This isn’t my room,” she mumbles, her head moving from side to side taking in her surroundings. She grabs the collar of my cotton shirt, and pulls me nearer to her, my face hovering above hers. For a moment I think she’s going to kiss me but instead she whisper-shouts.

“This is the room where Stone fucked me for the first time.” She looks right, then left as if checking no one else is listening. We are the only ones in the room. “Lots of times to be honest, but don’t tell Tenley. She might get the ick sleeping in the same bed if she found out what freaky things we’ve done in it.”

“I won’t,” I assure her.

“Pinky promise?” She holds up a hand, little finger jutting out. This girl needs to get out more, she’s spending far too much time with the kid.

I go to do the only thing I can, even though I feel like a total dick. I hook my little finger with hers. Before I manage to do it, her arm falls to her side, and she leaves me hanging. A soft snore escapes her slightly parted lips. She’s out of it.

For a moment, I consider laying down beside her, taking advantage of the comfortable bed and chance a quick nap myself, but then I remember what she hinted about her sexcapades with Stone, and I shudder.

I’m not naïve. I know that Stone’s no angel, but he’s also like an uncle to me. So, the visual of him, my dad or any of the club brothers in the act of coitus is a tad disturbing. I’ve grown up being around these guys, even though they had no idea how I truly fit into the YOMC family.

I step out into the hallway and go in search of Tenley. I really need to be heading home but driving my car is out of the question. The sound of the TV and Sasha’s giggles point me in the right direction.

Tenley has her phone to her ear, and is in the middle of a conversation but beckons me over to her using her free hand.

“Yeah, but Scarlett needs a ride home.” I wait while she continues. I guess she’s got me covered. “Yeah, I get that. Okay, I’ll let her know.” She cuts the call.

“Was that Smoke?” I enquire.

“Yeah. He’s sending Stone up in your car, so he can drive you home.”

“Doesn’t Stone need to be here for Sasha? I’m sure Smoke can take me. Or even one of the other guys.”

“I’ll take care of her.” Her eyes quickly flick towards Sasha, who is quite happy watching a kids show and demolishing the cookie that she’s gripping in her tiny fist. “Scarlett, your dad istied up, which means that if he can’t take you himself, then it has to be Stone. He trusts him more than anyone else. Of course, he’s going to call on his VP to ensure that you get you home safely, especially with all that’s going on at the moment.” I can’t deny that I’m a little disappointed that it’s not Dad. I feel like I hardly get to see him, and with the amount of liquid courage I have inside me right now, it would have been the perfect opportunity to find out exactly how deep him and Tenley are. Although, thinking about it, Dad is the king when it comes to dodging questions on his personal life. Chances are I’ll get more information out of Stone.

Speak of the Devil. The sound of the door opening, then slamming shut, rings through the house.

“Where is she?” he asks when he comes in and, after scanning the room, doesn’t see Oriana.

“Daddy Gabe,” Sasha squeals and comes running towards him. With a dip down he scoops her up onto his hip, her little legs coming around his body, arms hooking around his neck. “Mummy’s sleeping. She drank too much of that special juice. You know, the one I’m not allowed because its only for grownup people.”

“Yeah,” he tickles her under her chin. “It makes children sick. Even adults need to be careful not to drink too much.” Sasha’s lashes flutter quickly, her mouth dropping into an O shape as concern for Oriana hits her. “Don’t worry, baby girl. She’s going to be fine once she’s rested up some.” A kiss to her cheek puts a smile back on her face. As soon as he places her feet back to the floor, she goes off like a firecracker, zooming back to watch her program.

“Where is she?” Stone asks again.

“In my room.” Tenley captures his hand before he gets to move way. “Go easy on her, Stone. She rarely gets a chance to lether hair down these days. I made sure that I stayed sober so I can watch Sasha.”

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