Daddy Morebucks (19 page)

The three of them sipped their water silently.

Charmaine broke the silence. “That was fun, Marley. You have a pretty cool daddy.” She traced the hair on James’ chest with a blood-red fingernail.

Marley’s blood pressure rose and she fought to keep her emotions under control. “I do.” She didn’t trust herself to say more. She thought if Charmaine didn’t remove her hands from James’ muscles, she might scream.

“Give Marley a kiss, Charmaine.”

Charmaine took Marley’s drink out of her hand and set it aside. Then taking Marley’s face in both hands, she pressed her lips hard onto Marley’s. Her friend slipped her tongue inside her mouth, gently, then more insistently.

Marley resisted at first. At that moment she had mixed feelings about Charmaine. She didn’t want to be kissing her. But her body betrayed her, relaxing into the kiss, enjoying the girl’s soft lips and warm, invading tongue.

None of this is Charmaine’s fault. I asked her to do this. No reason to punish her or James for my own idiocy.

“That’s it. Now play with each other’s titties.” James stood back and watched.

Charmaine’s hands traveled over Marley’s chest. Instinctively, her nipples pebbled under Charmaine’s touch. Marley clumsily groped Charmaine’s breasts in response.

Sighs of ecstasy erupted from Charmaine’s throat. She was really getting into this.

“Good job, girls. Get on the bed and play with each other.” By this time, James’ cock had joined the party and he stroked his shaft while watching the girls obey his commands.

Marley tried to put aside her misgivings and get into the groove of things. She and Charmaine made out and continued to fondle each other.

“Marley, it doesn’t look like you’re having much fun. Lie back and spread your legs. Charmaine, I want you to show me what a good girl you can be. I want you to make Marley come with your mouth. I know how much my little girl likes that.” He winked at Marley, who awarded him a weak smile in return.

He moved closer to the bed. “Marley, take care of this for Daddy.” James placed her hand on his erection.

Grateful for something to do, Marley closed her hand around his shaft and jerked it the way he liked.

Charmaine licked her sex from top to bottom and back up again. She nipped and pulled at Marley’s lips, eliciting praise from Marley’s daddy.

“Nice, Charmaine. I believe your behavior has improved. I think you deserve a good fucking, what do you think, Marley?”

“Sure,” Marley answered miserably.

James was too busy with Charmaine to notice Marley’s lack of enthusiasm. “Give me your cunt, girl. Raise it up high so I can fuck it.”

Like a horror movie in slow motion, Marley watched Charmaine toss him a flirtatious look over her shoulder as she offered herself up to him. She watched James grab Charmaine’s hips and force himself into her. Watched him pump into her, grinding his hips against her ass.

The pleasure on his face was unbearable. Nausea churned in Marley’s belly, and she struggled to get up.

But Charmaine pushed her back down. “Where are you going? You’re gonna get me in trouble with Daddy.” She giggled between groans.

“Yeah, you’d better make Marley come, you little slut, or it’ll be another punishment for you. And I won’t go as easy on you this time.”

Marley froze. Charmaine dropped her head back down between Marley’s legs.

Marley wasn’t feeling it. Charmaine was a woman, so she knew all the right buttons to hit, but Marley’s stomach hurt so much she wasn’t getting aroused.

“Put your fingers inside her. Use them. Spread her.” James ordered Charmaine.

Marley felt what must have been most of Charmaine’s hand inside her. Her friend poked and prodded at her poor pussy until her juices began to flow. Once Charmaine had a rhythm going, Marley responded, her hips thrusting to meet Charmaine.

“That’s it. Good girls. Both of you,” James said. “Keep going. Keep fucking her. Now suck on her little clit.”

His words alone knocked Marley’s excitement up a notch. She loved when he talked dirty. It made her moist every time.

Charmaine’s velvet lips clamped down on Marley’s tender nub and sucked the skin around it into her mouth. The tip of her tongue dabbed that most tender spot, making the tiniest of circles, round and round until Marley climaxed with a scream.

“Keep licking,” James ordered Charmaine.

Marley’s entire body shuddered and shook as a gigantic orgasm took her on a ride that seemed endless. She jerked and cried out, “Daddy, thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, doll.” He leaned down and stroked her arm, still fucking Charmaine.

Marley slammed her eyes shut. She didn’t want to see anymore of her friend and the love of her life in this intimate embrace. Even if she was involved. Even if they did just make sure she had a brain-bending orgasm.

Weak from her climax, Marley struggled to free herself from Charmaine’s attentions. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she muttered.

With that, Charmaine lifted up, and Marley scrambled for the bathroom.

While sitting on the toilet, she made a quick decision. She threw on some dirty clothes from the hamper and snuck out the other door. Carnal sounds of grunting and panting drifted into the front hallway. Marley shoved her feet into her shoes and threw a bag over her shoulder. Tears streamed down her face as she closed the front door behind her.

* * *

Marley’s knuckles whitened as she gripped the steering wheel, weaving in and out of Dallas holiday traffic. She’d forgotten it was the weekend before Christmas, and shoppers were out in droves. Her plan, short term though it was, had been to drive around to clear her head.

Snarling congestion encompassed her, intent on robbing her of what little peace she had left. She had to get out of it. But where could she go?

She knew it was immature to leave in the middle of the tryst, but she hadn’t been able to help herself. Her armor had begun to crack and she couldn’t bear for James to see her like that. Charmaine either, for that matter.

James had always been too good for her, she chided herself. Too wealthy, too upscale, too generous. And she’d been naïve enough to think things could work out between them. That it was possible for her to have a man like him. That she was worthy of being loved.

Marley snorted. Yeah, that was a joke. She and James were from different worlds and it had been foolish of her to believe it didn’t matter.

She’d brought her past ‘occupation’ into their bedroom and cheapened what they had. Before, things with James had seemed special. Had she imagined that?

Now it felt like their whole relationship boiled down to sex. Maybe the threesome was what she needed to open her eyes to the reality of the situation. She had an agreement with him to sleep with him, in exchange for a place to live. That was it.

What was she supposed to do now?

As she contemplated being homeless again, a sense of dread permeated her consciousness. If she left James, she’d have nowhere to live. She’d have to give back the car, she realized with a grimace. And she’d have to forget going back to school.

At least she had some friends now. Who could she call? Sloane was too close with James. Carmen was busy with Natron. The two of them were going to visit his family for Christmas in Florida. Kimberly’s plate was full with the wedding, but she had nowhere else to turn.

She pulled off the highway and coasted into a parking lot, then dialed Kimberly’s number.

“Hello.” It calmed her to hear Kimberly’s friendly voice.

“Hi, Kimberly, it’s Marley.”

“Hey, girl. Oh my gosh, are you calling to tell me about your ménage with Charmaine? How was it?”

“Not so good,” Marley said, deflated.

“Oh, crap. What happened?”

“It was going pretty well, and then I lost it and skipped out. I hate to impose, but do you think I could come over and talk about it?”

“Absolutely. Come on over.”

“I’m on my way.”

Thirty minutes later Marley found herself sitting on Kimberly’s couch, sipping white wine and telling Kimberly all the gory details from her rendezvous with James and Charmaine.

Her face creased with worry, Kimberly made clucking noises at all the right places during Marley’s story. At one point she reached over and laid a comforting hand on Marley’s arm.

“So what has you the most upset about the whole thing?” Kimberly asked.

“James fucking Charmaine. It made me ill to see that. I wasn’t able to ‘just have fun’ or separate myself from the situation. All of a sudden, I realized the man I loved was screwing another woman, right in front of me.” Marley dropped her head in her hands.

“I hate to ask,” Kimberly said, “but, um, didn’t you consider that might be a problem
beforehand
? I know I couldn’t handle Charles doing that.”

“
Now
I get that, but when I planned it, I guess I didn’t think it would affect me like that. I thought I could be professional about it.” Marley shrugged.

Kimberly laughed. “Professional, what a funny way to look at it.”

Heat rose in Marley’s cheeks. She was swimming in dangerous waters. Time to backtrack before Kimberly grew suspicious. It was nice to have a friend she could talk to. Having a girlfriend she could confide in was a luxury she hadn’t had in years. The idea of losing this new friendship made her stomach churn harder. And that’s what would happen if Kimberly found out she used to be a hooker.

Marley’s phone buzzed. Another text. James and Charmaine had both left dozens of texts and voice messages. Not that she listened to any of them. The incessant beeping and binging of the phone was driving her nuts. Finally, she turned the blasted thing off.

She didn’t want to talk with them. Not now. Her nerves were so frazzled, her feelings so hurt—she couldn’t.

“Marley?” Kimberly asked. “Are you okay?”

Marley realized that she’d just zoned out while talking to Kimberly. “I’m sorry. I’m just distracted…”

She finished giving Kimberly the blow by blow of what went down at James’ apartment that afternoon. Just as she wound down, a knock sounded at Kimberly’s front door.

Chapter Seventeen

“Kimberly! It’s me, James. Is Marley here?”

The room fell silent, with the exception of the fist banging against the other side of the door.

Marley scrambled off the couch and mouthed to Kimberly, “I don’t want to see him.” She rushed into the hallway, hoping she’d be able to eavesdrop.

Kimberly opened the door. “Hi, James. I’m sorry you came all the way out here. Marley’s having a hard time. She doesn’t want to see you right now.”

James burst past her. “I don’t care. I need to see her, Kimberly. Do you know why she left?” Marley heard the pain in his voice.

“I guess the thing with you and her and Charmaine didn’t work out so well,” Kimberly said.

“But I don’t understand. She set it up. It was her idea!” he protested.

“I know. She’s confused. She didn’t know it would make her jealous, but it did. You know how sometimes things don’t work out the way you plan them.”

“Fine. It’s over and it won’t happen again. But I want her to come home. She and I need to work through this.” Marley peeked around the corner.

“I know.” Kimberly patted him on the back.

He ran his fingers through his hair. “Are you sure she won’t see me?”

Kimberly shook her head. “She just needs time. Be patient with her.”

James turned and Marley quickly slipped back into the hallway before he saw her. It made her heart lurch, seeing him in such a state. But she was so messed up. He’d be better off with someone else.

“Tell her to call me. Tell her I need to see her. Kimberly, please talk with her,” James pleaded.

Kimberly agreed and told him goodbye. She closed the door and rounded the corner to find Marley in the hallway. Kimberly didn’t have to say a word. The disapproving look on her face said it all.

“I’m sorry. Thanks for fending him off for me.”

Kimberly exhaled loudly. “I just hope you know what you’re doing. He really cares for you.”

Later, in the privacy of Kimberly’s guest room, Marley mustered the courage to return Charmaine’s phone calls.

Charmaine apologized for not realizing that her presence in Marley and James’ lovemaking was intrusive. “I’m sorry, babe. I got lost in the scene and wasn’t paying enough attention. I should have realized that you weren’t comfortable with it. My bad.”

“No, mine.” Marley shook her head. “I asked you to do it. You had no way of knowing. Heck, I didn’t have a clue it would affect me that way.”

“You have to know that I’m not interested in James. I mean, he’s a hot dom and all, but he’s not my type. Plus I know he’s your daddy. And honey, he’s crazy about you.”

“Really? What makes you say that?”

“Well, for starters, he only had eyes for you. I might as well have been invisible.”

“That’s not how it seemed to me,” Marley grumbled.

“Well, you must have been in a different room then. I usually get much more of a reaction from guys than I did from him,” Charmaine snorted.

“I can see that,” Marley admitted.

“Plus when he found out you had left the apartment, the man was beside himself. It was sad. He was like a lost puppy or a kid whose ice cream cone just fell on the sidewalk. I felt sorry for him. For you both. I know threesomes can be complicated, but this one ended worse than any I’ve ever experienced. No offense.”

“None taken.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, honey, if I were you, I’d run back over there to him. It’s clear he adores you, and he treats you like a princess. There aren’t a lot out there like him. Believe me, I know.”

“He
is
wonderful, but sometimes it feels crappy, like I’m a ‘kept woman.’”

“You know what, Marley? I’m always worried that guys are after me for my money. Money gives people so many hang-ups. Hell, I go to a psychologist for mine. But I can tell you care about James for who he is, not for his cash. Don’t let money get in the way. Fuck convention. Embrace the relationship. Accept it for what it is. It’s okay to like his money. As a rich bitch, I can tell you it’s okay to like the money. It won’t take the place of love, but it’s a good thing to have.”