Page 114 of Somebody's Watching Me
“Why?”
With a sigh, Charlie released his chin and reminded himself it was best to teach one lesson at a time. Learning to hate his brother’s boys would come. “Let’s get back to what we were discussing. Why did the girls go outside?”
“Because you told them to, and they love you, so they did it.”
“And I didn’t give them a choice not to listen. People don’t have minds or opinions of their own. Rarely do they say no if you come off like you know what you’re doing.”
“But what if they say no?”
The kid was asking all the right questions. “Defiance is nothing but a weak link, and weak links should never be tolerated. Cut them loose, but make an example out of them first.”
The back door banged open. Wet and soaked, the girls came squealing inside, each with a batch of flowers in their hands. Becca got them towels, and Charlie bundled up his baby girl who had been first.
“I win,” CeCe boasted, her teeth chattering as Charlie settled her in his lap. “I always win.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Yes, you do.”
Once the movie was over and the storm hadn’t let up, the kids begged to sleep in the cottage for the night. “Please let us have a slumber party.” Livy pouted, knowing it was Charlie’s greatest weakness. “It’s raining still.”
“Of course you can.”
Becca rolled her eyes and went off to set up the second room. Thankfully, it was on the other side of the cottage, far enough from the main bedroom that they wouldn’t be disturbed.
Waiting on the couch, Charlie flipped through the channels, stopping at the weather station when he saw an alert flashing at the bottom of the screen.
“What do those squiggly lines mean?” Livy asked when the newscaster started going on about hurricanes. “Are they coming here?”
They were, but everyone knew never to trust the models. Hurricanes did as they pleased, no matter what the weather forecasters said. “We’ll be fine,” he assured her. “It’s just a fall storm that might hit later this week.”
He changed the channel to cartoons, and not long after, Becca returned. “Room is ready. All of you are sleeping in the same bed, and I have the TV in there ready to go with a movie.”
The kids cheered, hugged Charlie, and disappeared for the night. “I don’t know why you’re always complaining,” he remarked, shutting off the TV. “Putting them to bed was easy.”
“Maybe for you.” Becca headed down the hall to the main bedroom. “I did all the work.”
He followed, watching her ass as they went. There was just something about jean cut-off shorts that got him going. “If you’re going to be mean, you won’t get your surprise.”
“What surprise?”
Pulling the small bag of white powder from his pocket, he jiggled it in the air. “Let’s get started.”
They locked themselves in the main bedroom and, being a gentleman, he allowed her the first hit. When it was his turn, he shoved her to her knees. There was nothing better than having a warm mouth work its magic while snorting a line.
They moved on to the bed, ready to lose themselves. No one matched Becca when it came to sex. He didn’t have to be gentle. Not like he was with Vivian.
“I love you, Charlie.”
The black heart thumping wildly in his chest faltered. Love should be a simple thing, and nothing between him and Becca would ever be simple. In pieces and parts, something akin to love was there. He loved how she could give him children, and how, like him, they trapped her in this life of secrets, giving him a confidant in the madness.
And there were other things about her he tried to love. Like now, when the curve of her back and the swell of her ass yielded without a fight. His happiness was Becca’s life goal, and to prove the point to only himself, Charlie rode hard, knocking her forward to lie flat on the mattress.
“I love this.” He shoved her crying face into a pillow, holding her down by the back of her head. They couldn’t have the kids wake up, after all.
Her suffocated moans shot straight to his cock, and with a grunt, he spilled into her. They had forgone protection again, and when he pulled out, Charlie hoped it would stick. He was ready for another one. CeCe was growing up too fast.
Damn, there went his heart again.
It wasn’t right to think that way. The mess he’d created didn’t sit lightly in him, knowing it should be Viv he shared these hopes with.
