Chapter 9: Addicted

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So many of you have been asking, this chapter has the answer. I hope you enjoy!!


~Raegan~

By the look on his face, I knew exactly what he was thinking. A moment of realization washed over him the second he and Jamie made eye contact. It was like a lightbulb went off in Tweaker's head and he was putting all the pieces together as he stood before me.

As a result, Jamie was clinging to my leg for dear fucking life, and Tweaker looked at me with a blank stare, almost as if I told him that the Easter Bunny wasn't real.

"We need to talk," he claimed, and I had to agree

I knew I didn't really owe Tweaker an explanation, because what business was it of his about my family life? Even still, I couldn't help but feel like he should know about Jamie if whatever this was between us was gonna go on.

I nodded in agreement before looking down at Jamie. "Let's go tuck you in, baby," I said, softly running my hand over his little head.

"Okay," he said, looking hesitantly from Tweaker to me.

"Come on," I said, urging, both boys inside with me.

I instructed Tweaker to wait in the living room as I walked Jamie back to bed. I wiped away at his tears and covered him with the blanket as I placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

"I'm sorry I woke you," I mumbled.

Jamie let out a yawn—it was way past his bedtime.

"It's okay," he said, his eyes growing droopy already. "Who's that scary guy?" he asked, forcing himself awake long enough to hear my answer.

I let out a sigh as I ran my hand over his cheek. "He's just a friend," I said.

Not technically a lie, but I couldn't tell a five-year-old that he was a man I had recently fucked. Or that I had been dying to do it again since it'd happened.

Jamie let out another yawn before shutting his eyes. "What's his name?" he asked, as he snuggled deeper into his pillow.

I let out a chuckle because he was nearly asleep already. I leaned down to place another kiss on his cheek. "Aaron," I mumbled because the absolute last thing I needed was for him to tell his kindergarten teacher that a man named Tweaker had shown up at his house late at night.

"Aaron," Jamie repeated as he fell unconscious.

I stood to my feet once I was sure he was fast asleep and turned out the lights. I watched from the doorway for a few seconds until I heard his light snores and smiled as I shut his door softly.

When I walked back into the living room, Tweaker was waiting for me on the couch. The look on his face had changed from desperate and almost hungry, to pensive and really fucking confused. His head shot up when I took the seat next to him and finally opened my mouth to speak. Just when I was about to explain myself, the front door shot open once again, and both of us instinctively turned toward it.

My sister stumbled inside, not even realizing that the lights were on and there were two people were watching her. Holly was unsteady, her infamous stripper shoes still somehow on her feet. She seemed to lose her footing for a second, and she reached out for the wall as a way to steady herself.

"Shit," she cursed when she was finally able to stand up straight. She looked up for the first time and her red eyes shot from me to Tweaker.

She was drunk. Just fucking great.

Holly lit up with a wide smile. "Tweaker?" she questioned, struggling to free herself from the footwear that was straight out of the Playboy Mansion or some shit.

"Hey, Holls," Tweaker mumbled, with a smirk as he watched her.

The universe just couldn't let me forget that Tweaker—the guy I was now hooking up with, had hooked up with Holly first... and not just once.

FML.

Once Holly had managed to remove her shoes, she sauntered over to us and plopped down on the sofa right in between us.

"I haven't seen you in years," Holly slurred, rubbing her long hot pink claws down Tweaker's fully tattooed arm.

Tweaker let out an awkward chuckle, and I couldn't help but laugh at how uncomfortable he looked.

"Yeah," he admitted. "Been a while."

Probably something to do with the fact that she was now a stripper, almost thirty, and had really looked better than she did at this moment.

"So, are you like here to see me or something?" Holly asked, now moving her claws across Tweaker's chest.

Tweaker looked almost sick when Holly leaned in closer—probably because I knew what she smelt like after a full shift at the stripclub—and that shit was not pleasant.

"No, actually," he admitted, removing my sister's hand from him and letting it fall back at her. He turned to look at me, but I was too busy enjoying how uncomfortable he was.

Holly turned to look at me as well, and now she looked confused—but that wasn't really new for her.

"Raegan?" she wondered out loud.

"Yeah," Tweaker confirmed. "We were in the middle of something, so if you don't mind, or even if you do—I don't really give a fuck."

"Huh?" she asked.

Holly looked back at him with narrowed eyebrows, and I couldn't help the laugh I let out then.

"We can go to my room," I announced, patting my sister on the shoulder as I stood my feet.

Tweaker stood with me, seemingly desperate to get away from Holly.

Good to know he wasn't as into her as he once seemed.

I felt Tweaker hot on my tail as I began to lead the way to my bedroom, and I couldn't help but like the feeling.

"Wait!" Holly called, stopping me dead in my tracks. "How was Jamie?" she asked when I turned back to look at her.

She only ever seemed to care when she was drunk. Otherwise, she was too tired or hungover to deal with him.

I nodded. "He was great," I said, not bothering to elaborate. It wasn't like she actually cared.

Holly smiled, holding her hands together. "Good," she said. "Thanks again for watching him."

I nodded, and forced a smile of my own, as I continued to lead the way back to my bedroom.

I shut the door behind us once Tweaker walked in and took a seat on my bed. He looked calmer now, a new look of realization washing over him.

"Jamie is not your kid," he said, not as a question, but almost as a way to reassure himself.

I shook my head, as I took the spot next to him on my bed. "My nephew," I explained.

Although Jamie was biologically Holly's, he was mine in every other sense of the word.

Tweaker let out a relieved breath. "Thank god," he said, lighting up with a smile as he leaned into my neck.

I pushed away from him as a frown took over my expression. "Would it really be such a big deal if he was my kid?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

Tweaker shook his head. "I don't really give a shit if you have a kid or not, but if that kid was half Fields, I would have to hate the little fucker."

I rolled my eyes as Tweaker moved to lean in again. I didn't stop him this time, as he planted his lips against my neck.

"Why do you hate Josh so much?" I asked while he moved his lips up to just behind my ear.

Tweaker shrugged against me. "Just do," he mumbled against my skin, although it seemed like there was more to it than he was letting on.

Although I loved the feeling of Tweaker's lips on my body, especially since not being with him for over a week now, I wasn't done with this conversation. I pushed Tweaker away by the shoulder and he let out an annoyed breath but removed his lips anyway.

"What?" he questioned, looking down at me.

"Jamie may technically be Holly's, but I'm the one who takes care of him," I began.

Tweaker cocked his head, growing confused as to why I felt the need to mention this. "Ok?" he questioned.

I let out a breath. "You saw Holly just now, do you think she's capable of taking care of a child?"

Tweaker shook his head. "Fuck no. What about the kid's dad?"

I shrugged. "Holly doesn't even know who he is. That's why I need to make this clear."

His eyes narrowed. "I'm not sure where you're going with this."

I scooted back, putting some distance between us. "Look, whatever this is," I said, gesturing between the two of us. "It's fun and all, but I have responsibilities, I have priorities. Jamie is my number one priority," I explained.

"I get that," Tweaker nodded. "What's that got to do with me?"

"Well, for starters, you can't just show up here in the middle of the night, banging on the door and scaring the kid half to death," I began.

Tweaker let a smirk slip as he rubbed at his beard. "Yeah, sorry about that. But in my defense, I had no fucking clue about the little twerp."

"Fine," I agreed. "But, I just want you to know, that for future reference, booty calls need to be arranged in advance, preferably on a night when I'm not watching Jamie."

Tweaker let out a laugh. "Booty calls?"

I shrugged. "Yeah. What else would you call it?" I questioned.

Bad Idea.

"Netflix and chill?" he suggested, only half serious.

I glared at him.

"Phone and bone?" he tried again.

"Tweaker," I warned.

"Screwdezvous?" he asked, not able to hide his smile.

I reached over and hit him with a pillow for that one.

"You are so annoying," I groaned.

Tweaker let out a loud laugh and stole the pillow before I could hit him with it again. I struggled with him to get it back for a few seconds before he tossed it across the room.

"I'm sorry," he said, holding up his hands. "I had to."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. "Whatever. You get what I'm saying?"

He nodded. "I'll make sure the coast is clear of the twerp next time."

Despite the fact that I did not approve of that nickname, I was pleased with this arrangement. "Good," I agreed.

"So, can we have sex now?" Tweaker asked, letting out a breath.

Jamie was just in the other room, but his mom was home now, and he was dead asleep when I left the room. I deserved to have fun too, right?

Before thinking twice about it, I nodded and leaned into Tweaker's touch. He pulled my face into his hands as he connected my lips to his. My hands slid down to his sides as he deepened the kiss, but just when I was about to lift his shirt over his head, he pulled away.

"You know this officially makes you the hottest M.I.L.F in all of Tooele right?" he teased.

I let out a chuckle as I shook my head. "Shut up and fuck me already."

Tweaker's smirk grew hungry. "Will do, Toots."

He smashed his lips against mine as he pulled me down onto the bed with him. His hands dropped down to my ass as he took in a tight squeeze and I moaned into his mouth. I trailed my kisses down his neck as I straddled him, and I felt him growing rock hard beneath me.

Tweaker frowned when I removed my lips from his skin, but I made good use of the time by pulling his shirt over his head and then moving to do the same to his jeans. I fumbled with his belt for only a minute before I was furiously pulling it off of him and setting his dick free of his jeans. His pants weren't even past his knees before his hard cock sprang out in front of me. I gulped as I started down at it—because fuck, he was big, but Tweaker only smirked at my reaction and placed his hands lightly on my shoulders.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but I found myself holding back. I hadn't given a blowjob in over a year, and a man like Tweaker was used to having them by women who might as well be porn stars. I, on the other hand, was way out of practice, and I wasn't looking to embarrass myself.

Instead, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and started moving it up and down slowly.

I couldn't fuck up a handjob that bad, could I?

When Tweaker's eyes rolled to the back of his head when I worked the tip with my thumb, I knew I was doing something right. I held him firmer within in my hold, as I gained some confidence in my actions. My movements grew faster as I worked his dick, and I could visibly see the effect it had on Tweaker.

Maybe I wasn't so out of practice after all.

In a moment of bravery, I decided that it was now or never. I leaned down in front of me and hesitantly licked the underside of the head. Tweaker groaned in pleasure, and I felt the spot in between my legs grow wet.

Four years with Josh and he was never able to get me there without tireless effort. Tweaker, on the other hand, wasn't even doing anything to me and I was about to come.

I opened my mouth wide and slid down around his length until it nearly hit the back of my throat. He was way too damn big—there was no way I could fit all of him. I began to bob my head while I worked the base of him with my hand. I trailed my tongue against his length as I made my way back up and I swirled my tongue when I reached the tip.

"Fuck, baby," Tweaker cursed.

The taste of him was strange. I mean, I doubted dick ever really tasted good, but I somehow didn't mind him in my mouth as much as I thought I might. I liked knowing that the feel of me around him was bringing him to this place—a place where he was panting, out of control, and at my mercy. The way his rough hands were holding me in place was like he was begging me not to stop—desperate for me to keep going until he came in my mouth. I was prepared to get him there, and since I felt my own release creep up along with his, it seemed that my own orgasm depended on pleasing him.

He rested his hand against my head as I repeated the motions, but just as my head began to bob upward, Tweaker jerked and pulled away before my tongue could reach the tip.

I wiped away at my mouth as I looked up at him in confusion. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked, feeling my cheeks grow red with embarrassment.

A wild smile took Tweaker's face as he shook his head. "One more second of that and I would have come in your mouth."

I shrugged. "So?"

Tweaker couldn't hide the surprised look on his face, but without even answering, he moved to flip me over until he was on top. He ripped away at my clothes like a bat out of fucking hell until I was left completely naked. His actions were so fast that I didn't even register what had happened until I saw him now completely naked himself, sliding the condom down on his length.

It was clear he did this very often because fuck this man was fast.

Tweaker guided his length inside of me in a slow thrust and I cried out in pleasure. The feeling of him filling me was something I had been dreaming about for days. It was an unexplainable euphoria, almost as if I was drunk or high out of my mind, and I loved every second of it.

His chest was pressed against mine as he took my bottom lip between his. I felt his tongue slide out against my mouth and I welcomed it as he rocked against me slowly. His left hand trailed its way to my breast and he pulled my nipple in between two fingers and pinched it together. I let out a cry at the sting it had ensued and Tweaker's face shot up to look at me

"That fucking hurt," I complained, although it was the best fucking pain I'd ever felt

He let out a laugh and removed his mouth from mine as he leaned down to take the nipple into his mouth. "Sorry, baby," he said, as he swirled the tongue softly against the nub.

I covered my mouth with my own hand to keep from crying out—this time because of pleasure rather than pain.

"Better?" he asked, with an amused glint in his eyes as he looked up at me.

I nodded my head furiously because I was unable to speak, but I didn't want him to stop.

Tweaker seemed to get the message and he continued the gentle assault of his tongue on my breast as he began thrusting harder this time. It only took a few times before I felt the pressure building between my legs and I was gasping for air.

"I'm close," I warned.

Tweaker looked up at me and smirked. "Me too."

Without warning, Tweaker thrust into me so deep, I thought his dick might come out the other end. I cried out, clenching my fists around the sheets as I felt my orgasm overcome me. I lay there limp, unable to even process my surroundings as Tweaker delivered another hard thrust. I felt him twitch inside of me and I knew he had found his own release when he cursed under his breath and kissed just under my ear.

Tweaker pulled out, and the loss of him inside of me felt almost painful. He collapsed beside me, both of us struggling to catch our breath.

"You know," he said, through a ragged breath. "I think the sex was even better now that I know you're a M.I.L.F," he teased.

I rolled my eyes and hit him hard against the chest. "Shut up," I warned, although I wasn't able to hold back my chuckle.

Despite the stupid shit he said, and how annoying he could be, tonight had only proved one thing. I was minorly addicted to Tweaker's dick, and I didn't think I'd ever be able to go this long without it again.

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