Page 19 of The Bride
One, Ellie needed to lock the door when she was home at night. Yes, Long Valley Ranch was in many ways quite literally in the middle of nowhere. But the guys from her school presumably knew where she lived. Guys who knew she no longer had a father to protect her.
What would they think of me? Sure I was the husband, but I had spent Saturday night out with my girlfriend.
They would know that too. They would all know I was still with Janet, which meant Ellie was out here by herself. Unprotected.
I didn’t like that. Hell, I didn’t like this guy Riley and I hadn’t even met him.
I didn’t look too closely at it. Ellie was basically a little sister. What older brother wouldn’t be protective? It’s because I knew what guys, especially seventeen-year-old guys, thought about.
We wanted pussy. All we wanted was pussy. And we wanted to tell as many guys as we could when we got pussy, that we’d had pussy.
I never told any of the guys when Dinah and I finally did it my junior year. My father had drummed that much manhood into me.
But I’d wanted to. Which was so stupid in hindsight.
So I knew Riley wanted Ellie and I knew Ellie was vulnerable right now. Not a good combination. I was going to have to change that. Make sure she was more protected.
Because she was mine now.
My second thought was how Janet could be in the living room right now with Ellie, who was probably in her tank top and pajama bottoms watching television.
Fun drunk Janet walked into Ellie’s house thinking she could, because she was my girlfriend. I needed to hustle her out of there fast. Especially since I knew Ellie wasn’t exactly her biggest fan.
I jogged up the steps of the front porch and followed Janet inside. She was in the living room, sprawled out on the couch. Her cowboy boots on the arm rest.
Thankfully, Ellie was not there to see her. Hopefully she was sound asleep in her room. Oblivious to any noise.
“Janet, this is not cool,” I said as I picked up her ankles and turned them so her boots were on the rug and not on the furniture. “This is not your house.”
“No, but it’s yours now isn’t it?” She was twirling a finger in her hair, trying to look seductive. It was working. Then again, anything would. It had been a few weeks of stress and sadness and I wanted to get laid.
I could feel my dick getting hard and thought I had maybe two or three rounds in me before I had to drive her home. Because while letting her stay over in the bunk house wasn’t technically breaking the rule… I still didn’t like the visual.
Because Ellie was right. It wasn’t fair. I got to have sex. She didn’t because I said so. The last thing I needed to do was rub it in her face.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here. We’ll head over to the bunk house.”
Janet sat up. “Why? You have a room here. In fact it looks like we’re all alone now. You know that thing that I never do that I know you really like…”
She was leaning forward and reaching for my belt. That thing she hardly ever did but I really liked was a blow job.
Fun drunk Janet was undoing my belt and running her tongue around her lips as if she was about to give me a blow job in the living room.
Now I was rock hard, but I had to stop this.
“Janet stop,” I said, trying to push her hands away from undoing the buttons on my jeans.
“Why? You know you want it. I can see your hard peen.”
Janet called my dick a peen, her nickname for penis. It was one of the more annoying things about her when it came to sex.
Call the damn thing what it was. A cock, a dick, an erection, a penis.
Peen was not sexy.
Since she was not getting the picture, I finally had to grab her hands and take a solid step back. “Not here,” I snapped.
“What?” she screeched. “We’re alone.”
