Page 13 of Beast Mode Todd

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I wasn’t planningto watch them when I finally went inside a few minutes later, since nothing new ever happens. After I leave she usually putters around the kitchen while he turns on the tube or goes out into the garage to pretend he knows what the fuck he’s doing.

Somehow I was drawn to that shit anyway and sat back to be bored stiff. Things started out pretty much the way I’d expected and I watched her putting the left overs away, bending over like she knew I had a bead on her ass. Damn, I hope her little under used pussy can handle this cast iron cock I planned to throw in her tomorrow.

My boy thumped along with my thoughts and I gave him a cursory pass with my hand to keep him still. Soon! I was hoping that the secret smile on her face meant that she was thinking about what I’dsaid.

When had this shit turned into a Lifetime special? I knew about those because one of the biggest, meanest motherfuckers on cellblock C would gut you if you turned the channel from that shit. The most mind numbing fuckery in creation. But I digress.

As I watched her move around the room my head was full of all the shit I planned to do to her with my dick. Revenge was the farthest thing from me mind as I imagined sinking into that silky warmth between her thighs for the first time. I’ll probably shoot in five minutes flat the first time I hit it since I hadn’t had pussy in forever.

My salacious thoughts were interrupted when fuck nut walked into the shot. I tensed up and gritted my teeth when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders from behind. Even from here I could see her body seize up at his touch. No doubt in my mind she was on my dick, but that’s for later. Right now I have to talk myself down from running next door and beating him with his amputatedarm.

“Get the fuck…” I gripped the chair arms until my knuckles turned white and listened as she gave him a spiel about being too tired and maybe tomorrow. I held my breath until this asshole agreed and wondered what was really up with this guy. I’m all for being gentlemanly and shit, but for fuck sake you haven’t broken one off in more than a week and you just accept that tired shit no question?

Not saying he should take the shit, because then I’d have to go over there and end his dumb ass, but damn. At least put up a fight. Fucker all but skipped out of the room. I waited for him to come back with an argument or at least a little cajoling, but the TV came on in the next room and he sat down to watch.

I relaxed and watched her do the same as she leaned against the sink. “What’s going on in that head of yours little girl?” Like I didn’t know. I’ve been working on her ass for days, not coming on too strong, well except for when I told her I was gonna fuck that firsttime.

But she never brought that shit up, never told him and wasn’t acting all distant and cold around me anymore. All sure signs that she was on board. And when I told her a few minutes ago that tomorrow’s D-day she hadn’t even tried to dissuade me and it was obvious that she had no intentions on telling himshit.

In all this time I never saw what I was doing as cheating, never considered him as anything more than a nuisance who just happened to be there. I’ve never been one to poach, never liked people who did, but somehow in my mind this was different. What had started between us long ago had nothing to do with him. Besides I wasn’t after his woman, at least that’s not how this shit started.

Now my ass was too nervous to walk away to do something else just in case he came back. Not sure what I planned to do about it if he did, but some time in the last coupla nights I’d decided that he would never have her again. For some reason that pissed meoff.

It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. I wasn’t supposed to care. I had one purpose for being here, and that was to break her, expose her shit, destroy her life, and leave. Now things were becoming complicated.

I consoled myself with the lie that I just didn’t want his sloppy seconds but that only raised new questions, since I knew she was with him when I came here. For the first time I felt like maybe I was encroaching on something that I’d long been against. It was fine when I didn’t put too much thought into this shit other than the vengeance angle, but now asshole feelings were trying to intrude. Fuck!

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I wentto bed that night with a hard dick and a mind in turmoil. By the time I woke up in the morning I was still no closer to the answer to the question of what the actual fuck was going on inside myhead.

How did everything get so confusing? Two weeks ago this shit was cut and dry, had been for five long fucking years. So what’s the problem? The problem is something changed and I haven’t had enough time to do my usual soul searching.

It had been way too long since I’d focused on anything other than her destruction. I didn’t leave room for human error, never saw the need. How was I to know she’d twist me up? That the game would change mid-play? The questions weren’t enough to make me change my mind though.

I poured my first cup of java and stood at my kitchen sink sipping away while willing myself to calm down for the next half hour before asshat left for work. I didn’t need to see the morning goodbye ritual.

I left my cup in the sink and hit the shower for a nice clean up before checking myself out in the mirror. All in all prison hadn’t changed me much. I was a little more built but not by much, and my tats were still pimping.

I can’t wait for her eyes to land on the tat I had just above my navel in big ancient script. It was the only tat I’d gotten on the inside. All the others I’d had since my days in the corps.

Not bad at all if I do say so myself and certainly not a face that should’ve done time in anyone’s prison. My dark hair was low to the skull and my sky blues looked like they could see into the soul. The dimple in my chin usually got the women revving and I’d noticed her fixating on it a time or two. Go figure, it was the one thing I’d always hated about myface.

I debated whether I should shave or leave a little stubble to mark her for asshole to find if he went sniffing around her later, but in the end decided against it. She looks like she has that baby soft skin and I wasn’t looking to cause her any physical pain. Unless it was my dick doing the hurting of course, which I was almost certain would be the case. Did I mention that she’s tiny asfuck?

I gave myself a stern talking to in the mirror to remind myself why I was here and what the fuck was about to go down. This wasn’t a date, I wasn’t in love; I owed her nothing. This chick had fucked my life over with a lie that had set shit in motion that will forever dog me wherever Igo.

Sure she hadn’t turned out to be the scheming slag I’d once believed her to be, but that was neither here nor there. The results were still the same, I’d still done time that wasn’t mine to do, time that I’ll never fucking get back. And it was all thanks to her ass. Good, I was good and mad again by the time I walked away from my image.

I heard the car door slam shut outside and finished up my morning toilette before jumping into some cargo shorts and a clean tee. I wore sneaks on my feet because I was going over the wall. Don’t need nosy ass neighbors clocking my goings and comings.

He wasn’t even off the street when I made my way over the wall to her backdoor. My heart was fucking beating me to death and I had to remind myself once again that this was not a date, that there was no fear of rejection. This was a reckoning plain and simple and there was no need to get into my feels for fucksake.

I saw it in in her eyes as soon as she opened the door. Whatever else was going on with her, she was down. I mean she opened the door right. I didn’t even need to say the words, but Idid.