PART 1 #2
I nibble her lips, sliding my hand down her ass and teasing that little spot that scares her just a little.
She shudders as I push her forward and force her knee up onto the step. She leans onto the pool deck as I rub her clit with one hand and her ass with the other. My dick naturally finds where to go, pressing into her tight, little entrance.
I see her gulp.
“Talk to me,” I warn her. “If you want to stop me…”
Then you’re going to have to ask.
Her jaw flexes as she keeps her mouth shut, and I’m not even mad. I don’t want to stop. The rain falls around us, and I lean down, sucking the water off her back as the head of my cock presses into her, and I hear her whimper as I push through her tight little opening and stop.
“Damon,” she pants, her chin trembling nervously at where I’m going. “Damon…”
But I clamp my hand over her mouth and pull her back to me, her back arching so goddamn beautifully, and I’m not even all the way inside her yet.
“You had you your chance,” I whisper in her ear. “My turn.”
I slowly slide the rest of the way in, taking it in stride as much for me as for her. She needs to adjust, but she’s so damn tight I’ll be done before we even start.
I bury myself to the hilt, feeling the cool skin of her ass pressed into my hips, and I pause for a moment to let her get used to it. Her body shakes in my arms, but as soon as her breathing starts to slow, I start moving.
Gliding in and out, shallow at first, I feel her constrict around me, and I’m reeling. I don’t care what I did. I’d happily take an eight-hour flight for this. All she has to do was ask.
After a minute, I feel her start to back up into it, meeting me halfway, and I remove my hand from her mouth.
“Don’t talk,” I tell her. “Just take it.”
I grip her hip in one hand and the belt with the other and fuck her tight, little ass, taking out all the frustration she causes me that I love. I kiss and bite her neck and lips, eating her up as I sink my body into hers with her moans filling my ears.
“Decent men don’t do this,” I tell her. “But that’s why I wanted this one. She’s a devil, just like me.”
She digs her nails into the pool deck, her neck pulled back by the belt, and I look down, watching my dick slide in and out of her as her wet hair bounces against her ass.
“Harder,” she moans.
I take her hand and put it on her clit, watching her arm move quick as she rubs herself, while I fuck her.
Her moans get louder, I feel her body shake, and I pound harder as I pull the belt as taut as I can.
She screams, and I’m immediately behind her, coming with three more hard thrusts and every muscle burning to exhaustion.
Oh, God. My whole body fires up, my stomach explodes with pleasure, and I release the belt, letting her fall forward before I break her neck. She lays over the edge, whimpering and breathing hard, and I unclench my fingers from her hips, withdrawing my nails from her skin.
She whines a little when I slide out of her, but I don’t move otherwise. Leaning down, I rest my forehead into her back.
“I love you,” I say.
She doesn’t respond, and I’m too weak to keep up the pretense.
“Okay, okay,” I admit. “Yeah, I may have threatened your choreographer with…” I search for words that won’t piss her off, “removal of certain limbs. I don’t like him putting his hands there. I put my hands there.”
He doesn’t need to hold her that far up her inner thigh, for Christ’s sake, I don’t care what the lift is called or if he’s gay. Just no.
“They all need to fucking know,” I explain.
“They’ll respect you, and they will respect me, so by the time Ivarsen is old enough to notice, they won’t need to be reminded again.”
I stand up and turn her around, guiding her legs around me as we float back into the pool.
“The only one who can bring Ivar Torrance’s father to his knees is Ivar’s mother.”
I want them all to respect me. He doesn’t touch my wife like that, and if that means they fear me, then okay.
She purses her lips to one side, looking unimpressed but not really angry anymore.
I rub her nose with mine. “Forgive me?”
She lets out a sigh but then slowly nods.
I smile, relieved. “Talk to me, then?”
But then she shakes her head.
I growl and push back, letting her go. “Then, if that’s not it, what the hell did I do?” I slap the water. “Goddammit!”
She stands up, replying flatly, “You won the bet.”
And then she turns around, finding the edge of the pool and hops out.
The bet…
It only takes a moment for the light to dawn, and I realize what she’s talking about. The bet. My chest swells, and a smile spreads across my face as I dive for the edge of the pool, catching up with her.
“And you let me fuck you like that?” I scold, hopping out of the pool and lifting her up again.
Her arms and legs wrap around me, and I gaze up at her beautiful face as she strips off the mask and the belt.
“Yes, because I needed that,” she admits, looking embarrassed. “You know I’m all over you in the first trimester, especially.”
I laugh and squeeze her harder. I never actually thought I’d succeed.
After Ivarsen was born, I wanted to keep going.
Kids in our twenties, raise them in our thirties, and ship them off to college in our forties when we’re still young enough to have the house to ourselves and still be kinky, you know?
But she read some study that gifted children are usually only children or in families where the kids are five years or more apart. She wanted Ivar to have our complete attention during his formative years or some shit.
So, we made a bet. She would get pregnant if I could get her pregnant. While she was on birth control.
I knew I was Superman.
“You’re mad you’re pregnant again?” I tease.
“I’m mad I lost the bet,” she snaps.
I kiss her. “Do you really think I’d not let you have something you wanted?”
She smiles. “Really?”
“You want a motorcycle; you get a motorcycle.”
Her face lights up with her beautiful, excited smile, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to take her out in the middle of the night on the empty roads.
After the baby comes, of course.
“I love you,” she finally says back.
“Good.”
I let her down, and we both walk to the pool house, grabbing towels laid out under the awning.
“And in all fairness, I wasn’t trying to cut your trip short,” she explains. “I’m sorry. I was just making you mad enough that you’d hunt me down when you got home.”
A mischievous smile spreads over her face.
Honestly, I don’t even care anymore. Michael and Kai can handle the meetings, and I love the angst in the games Winter and I play. When we’re in bed—or the pool—it never feels like we left high school. We’re perpetually two horny teenagers, and I feel alive in my life every day.
I wrap a towel around my waist. “Has he been good?”
“Yeah.” She nods. “The nanny wanted to give him a sliver of chocolate to see his reaction, but I told her we needed to wait for you.”
Hell yes. First chocolate? That’s big.
Winter was timid about having a nanny at first, guilty that she couldn’t do everything herself, but it’s been good. It gives us a little more time alone here and there, too.
She covers herself, and I take her hand. “Come on. I wanna see him.”
I know he’s asleep, but it’s been a week.
But she digs in her heels, stopping us. “He’s, um…”
I look at her, my nerves instantly firing. “What?”
“He’s, um…” She swallows. “Not here.”
Excuse me?
“He’s not here?” I repeat. “He’s twelve months old, Winter. Where is he?”
She shifts on her feet. “Rika wanted him for the night.”
“Rika…” I say. “And she took him to Meridian City?”
Winter turns her head away, telling me all I need to know.
I nod and grab her hand, leading her back to the house. “Of course not.”
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Minutes later, we’re in the car and racing down the road, heading for the Fane house. I can’t believe they’d do this while I was away. If I hadn’t come back tonight, would I ever have known?
Winter sits up, dressed in jeans and a navy-blue sweater, her wet hair combed and in a tight ponytail as she faces my direction. “Don’t be mad at me.”
“You know how I feel about this,” I tell her, grinding the wheel in my fist. “There’s no one else on my side. Not even Nik. You need to stand by me on this.”
“I am,” she rushes out. “I just…I don’t know.” A look of guilt crosses her face. “I guess I felt sorry for her. Rika said she’d be there every minute. I wouldn’t put him in danger, Damon.”
His “grandmother” is danger.
I want to be angry with Winter. She, above anyone else, should stand by me. She knows why I don’t want Ivarsen around Christiane, and it’s for good fucking reason.
But it’s not like I don’t go behind her back to educate her choreographer from time to time or see to it that her old pal Ethan suddenly lost his interest in photography.
But this is our son, dammit. They don’t get to make decisions about him without me. Rika has no business sticking her nose in this.
“You know she can’t prove herself if you don’t give her a chance,” Winter points out.
“She had a chance.”
After a short pause, Winter adds, “Yeah, so did we.” Her voice is somber as we both stare out the windshield. “Thank goodness we gave each other another one.”
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I storm through the dark house, holding Winter’s hand, and spot Rika standing outside the library, looking through the windows in the closed doors.
A couple of other people stand next to her, and I charge over, the sight of Christiane holding a sleeping Ivar in her arms as she sits in a chair coming into view beyond the glass.
A man is in the room with her, reading quietly on the sofa as she rocks my kid.
I reach out and grab the handle, but Rika twists around and steps in front of me, covering my hand with hers.
“Move,” I order her.
“She’s not hurting him.”
“That’s right. She won’t.”
“Damon, calm down,” the guy next to her says.
I look over, seeing Will’s cousin, Misha.
I glare at him. “Eat my dick.”
Winter groans at my side, and some chick with Misha comments, “Oh, so this is Damon.”