Authors: Jordan Silver
Creed
When I thought enough time had passed I ran my hand over my cock with a stern admonishment to stand the fuck down and went back in. I’m just gonna go to bed turn out the lights and get some sleep. She’s just one little girl Creed stop being a bitch it’s not a good look.
“Fuck me!” I stopped short in the doorway.
“Ahhh.” She screamed at my sudden entrance. I’m not sure which of us was more surprised her, or me. That was before she dropped the fucking inadequate towel and I nearly swallowed my fucking tongue.
We both stood staring at each other and I was amazed that I was able to drag my eyes away from her amazing body long enough to look into her eyes. “If he’d touched you, I would kill him in the most horrific way possible.”
She didn’t need to know that I meant to end the fuck anyway, and I’d just told her in not so many words that I knew what had been going on. Not how I wanted this conversation to start, but she’d given me such a shock I’d just sworn in front of her for the first time in her life.
“Creed?” She looked white as a sheet.
“Don’t be scared baby, it’s gonna be okay.” Damn, I was reminded once again just how jumpy she is around me, how aware we’ve always been of each other. Well not always.
I wanted to hold her and offer comfort, but I couldn’t risk that shit. I know one thing for sure; two days and twenty-two hours couldn’t come soon enough.
I swallowed hard and fought for control. I might not fuck her, but there wasn’t a chance in hell that I was going to be able to keep my mouth off her tits. I was also fascinated with the bush between her thighs. Fuck my dick was hard.
“You’re beautiful.” The smile that broke across her face went to the heart of me and helped ease that knot in my gut. I hadn’t lost her after all thank fuck.
My little Jessie, my babygirl, was all grown up. My mind went from the vision I’d just seen before she snatched the towel up and covered herself; to the first time we’d met.
***
Jessie and I share a long and sordid history. One that I try not to revisit too often because I don’t like hurting her, and any reminder of the way we met was bound to hurt her in some way. Looking back at it, it was a stroke of luck that I’d been the one to be there that night. I like to think that there was a bit of fate involved there too.
I can’t imagine life without her in it, couldn’t fathom the last nine years being any different. Even when I wasn’t there with her, just knowing she was in my life, that she was mine and only mine, was enough to get me through.
She was my own little good luck charm. The one thing that had gotten me through some of the toughest hellholes in Baghdad, and that was before I knew I was going to make her my woman some day.
I was a young twenty-four year old soldier on leave after coming back from my second stint in the desert, and looking at my third in a few days. That’s where I’d met Lawton. We were both serving in the same platoon, two young upstarts full of piss and vinegar, who’d hit it off right away.
I didn’t have any family to speak of since I’d aged out of the foster care system one month before I joined up years before, so he’d dragged me home with him.
It was in his neck of the woods that my whole life had changed in one hour. We’d only been back one day when something came up and he’d had to make a run somewhere else, leaving me with his family. My own foray to the local liquor store had landed me in the middle of an alternate universe.
There was an old man who was obviously drunk or high, with a young scruffy looking kid tagging along behind him. It was hard to tell whether it was a boy or girl at first. All I saw was an unkempt kid that reminded me of my time on the street.
The kid looked to be about six or seven, but I later found out she was a twelve year old under nourished kid with extremely long lashes, and the most amazing blue-green eyes I’d ever seen on a human being.
Something about her eyes tugged at me even then, and things only got worse for me when the fucker offered to sell her to me for his next pint. I didn’t know if to knock him the fuck out, call the cops, or laugh in his face.
But something in the helpless way she looked at me told me that I was this kid’s only hope in life. I don’t know where I got that conviction, but it was strong and it was real.
The fact that the fucker had all her important paperwork handy in a dingy Ziploc bag, along with a paper bag with a few dirty tops and shorts inside, told me that he was dead serious. He even had a legal enough looking document, that I could sign if I was so inclined. Only this didn’t say he was selling her, but giving her up for adoption.
I knew if it wasn’t me it would be someone else, and that someone else might not be as nice as I am. I shuddered to think what could happen to the young girl at the hands of a predator. I knew they were plenty fucked up individuals in the world. I’d run into my fair share when I was a helpless kid with no one to stand between me, and them.
I gave him the money for a couple pints, hoping one of them would kill his ass, and because I thought she was worth more than the one. I couldn’t see calling the cops and having her put in the system, I’d done that shit and it was a hell I wouldn’t wish on…nah that’s a fucking lie, I would wish that shit on my enemies, fuck them.
So there I was a twenty-four year old who was shipping out in a few days and had just landed myself with a new dependent. I didn’t know where the fuck to start. It wasn’t like I could take her with me.
I questioned the poor frightened girl the best I could and got the information that the mother had a sister in town, but the mom herself was long gone, and there was no one else.
She didn’t act weird when she mentioned the aunt so I figured she wasn’t afraid of her and she was maybe a little better than the father. And since I was in a crunch, I searched her out and things went from there.
I did check around the best I could with what little I had which in retrospect hadn’t been enough. But at the time, I thought I was giving her the best I had to offer. Someone she knew, a relative no less, and one that hadn’t asked too many questions or seemed too surprised that the young girl had ended up in her plight.
To make a long story short, I told her I adopted the kid, told the kid never to mention to anyone that her old man had sold her, and to pretty much wipe that shit clean from her mind.
I wasn’t old enough to be her dad, so I was just her guardian until she came of age. I did all the necessary shit the army makes you do when you have a co-dependent just in the off chance shit went FUBAR on my ass, then she’d get what was mine. But in the meantime, I was leaving her with the aunt who I paid a healthy stipend each month to see about her.
We worked shit out in the best interest of Jessie, or so I thought, and I went off to my next deployment with her heavy on my mind. I was in essence the new father of a pre-teen girl who I knew nothing about, but those eyes; they haunted me.
Over the years I’d go see her. In the early days I’d even taken her on trips and shit when I was home in between deployments. She was a shy little thing back in those days, but as time went on she started coming out of her shell.
She was never too talkative, but she wasn’t shying away from me as much, and she felt safe enough to ask me a few questions here and there. Once she opened up she was a regular little chatterbox, but funnily enough, she never mentioned the old man and never talked about her life before me.
It never crossed my mind to bring her to live with me on post when I was stateside. Plus the fact I was moving around a lot back then with the army and their bullshit, and she needed a stable home.
I didn’t know much about kids, especially the female kind, so I wouldn’t have known what to look for if anything was out of whack, but I knew the times I saw her she seemed happy enough, and I grew to love those times.
I’d especially grown to like the way she’d run and jump into my arms whenever she saw me coming, until she remembered her shyness and would back away again. But in that split second of recognition her barriers would come down and I’d see what she really thought of me.
I always kept her close at those times, because I knew she needed it. We’d come to mean the world to each other even though we spent so much time apart.
I saw so much of me in her back then. The unwanted orphan that had everything stacked against us. It’s why I’d gone overboard with everything when it came to her.
I never wanted her to know hunger and want the way I had. Never wanted her to feel that shame like the rest of the world was looking down on you.
I’d bought her every device known to man so we could keep in touch when I was gone, and had kept up with her schooling and the things that I could handle as a man. The rest of that female shit I left to the aunt.
When I was told about her having her period I walked into the neighborhood with my gun on full display on my next leave to let the young fucks around there know that she was off limits. I’d wanted to bundle her the fuck up and put her somewhere safe.
Back then she was still my sweet little babygirl, even though her body was changing and she was outgrowing her babyish ways. It was plain to see that she would always be a little bitty thing though, which I used to think was cute, but now found sexy as fuck.
It’s when she hit eighteen that shit went south on my ass. The little scrawny kid had blossomed into a fucking knockout on me practically overnight.
The only thing that saved my sanity was the fact that she was still that sweet shy little girl that I’d acquired in that parking lot, or I would’ve fitted her ass with a chastity belt.
She didn’t seem to have any idea about her new appeal, and I’d had a talk with Dee about teaching her certain things without divulging too much. Although I wanted her to embrace her new womanhood, I never wanted her to lose that innocence that was so fucking beguiling.
I didn’t want her dumb enough to fall for some lame fucker’s bullshit lies either, and that’s why I’d asked Dee to have the talk with her, fuck I know about teenage girls and hormones and shit?
I read some books but that shit didn’t make any damn sense. At least they didn’t seem to be describing any of the females I’d been acquainted with. I’d been fucking since the age of thirteen and it wasn’t just thirty year olds I was fucking.
I didn’t want that shit for my little Jessie. I wanted her life to be ten times better than the fuckery I’d endured, and so I’d gone above and beyond to make sure she had every opportunity. Boys were out though. I let her know that shit in as many ways as I possibly could. Maybe that’s why she was still so skittish around males. I’d maybe sheltered her too much.
In my mind she was still the same little urchin I’d met that night. I never had a wayward thought about her. I’m no fucking pervert, and would’ve maimed any motherfucker who’d looked at her cross-eyed. But then shit had changed up on me when I was least expecting it.
I’d come to see her on my last deployment before I timed out and got the shock of my life. I’d been expecting my sweet little girl who’d grown some over time, but no big surprises. What I found was a fucking cover model with a body to rival any porn stars’.
I’m ashamed to say that I’d been angry back then-angry at the thought that someone else was one day going to enjoy all that. Then I was pissed at myself for looking at her that way, for even thinking of her in the same way I’d thought of other women I’d bedded, that meant nothing more than the hour or so I usually spent on a fuck.
It’s when I realized that what I was feeling was actually a little bit more than that that the fun really begun. I was in a fucking quandary and that’s a fact.
There was no doubt that I wanted her, but how could I do that shit? I’d spent all our time together trying to get her not to feel obligated to me in any way. How could I now take her?
Would she give herself to me out of some misguided sense of loyalty? I didn’t want that shit. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her that whole fucking weekend.
I found myself wanting to fight every male that came within ten feet of her, and was actively glaring fuckers away. She on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice the men flocking to her like moths to a flame. She was still the same shy, sweet Jessie, only now she had the body of a fucking siren.
When we talked, I wondered if she realized that I wouldn’t even look at her? I daren’t risk it. No joke, everything about her made me hard that weekend and even as I sat having dinner with her in the only diner the piece a shit town had, I was mourning the loss of her innocence, and whatever ease we once had, because I was sure we were never going back there again.
It got so I had to physically restrain myself from touching her. When she spoke I found myself following the movement of her lips with my eyes with my breath held. It was pathetic.
I’d come way too fucking close that weekend to crossing the line. After the childhood I’d had, I’d taught myself not to deny myself anything.
I fought hard and fucked harder and made no bones about it. I’d stopped believing the world owed me something, but that weekend I was starting to look at her as my prize. My gift for doing something good for once in my fucked up life, and that was no good.
My dick stayed hard and my thoughts never stopped wandering to the nearest bed. It was a minor miracle that she made it intact that weekend. I spent the time taking her in, studying her, listening to her. I was preparing myself for not seeing her again. It was the only way.