Chapter Thirty-One
Kian
My mother has been hiding right under my nose, unbeknownst to me. Out of everyone in the world, I never thought she’d be the one to play me for a fool.
I’m enraged, confused, and distrustful.
What’s her motivation behind this? How long did she plan to dupe me? What am I going to say to her when I see her? All I know is she owes me a hell of a lot of answers.
“Kian?”
Iris’s angelic voice, dipped in worry, pulls me out of my musings. I glance over my shoulder to see her leaning up on her elbows. The sheets slide to her waist, baring her full tits. The tight brown nipples harden under my lustful attention.
“Are you okay?” she asks. “Did you sleep at all?”
Sleep evaded me. So, I held and watched her all night instead. It erased the twisted emotions that were curling inside me ever since I realized who my mother is.
“I’m fine,” I say, scrubbing a palm over my face.
Pushing aside the sheets, she crawls over to me and wraps her arms around my waist from behind. I place my hand over hers, stroking her knuckles. Kissing my shoulder, she rests her chin, and softly urges, “You can talk to me, Kian. I’m here for you.”
“It’s the only reason I haven’t lost my mind, Rainbow.
” I’ve never been a fan of mysteries. The identity of my biological mother was my biggest one, despite my efforts to pretend it didn’t exist. If it weren’t for Iris and her unyielding support, I never would’ve found the courage to look for her, much less find her.
“It’s all right to be angry and upset with her. I can’t imagine how tough it must be for you. I’d be feeling the same if I were in your place.”
“How did I not recognize her?” It’s what pissing me off the most.
“She doesn’t look the same and you hardly came across each other. Don’t beat yourself up about it. You know who she is now. It’s what matters.”
“All this time, I thought she must’ve moved on and was living happily with a husband and kids.
A part of me believed she didn’t want me because I’d remind her of my father and the pain he inflicted on her.
But to know she’s been here all this time and never said a word, that shit’s fucking with my head. ”
“Look at me, love,” urges Iris softly, pressing her palm against my jaw.
I twist, snag an arm around her waist, and bring her onto my lap. I meet her heartfelt yet fierce baby blues.
“Your mother wanted you, Kian. Trust me when I tell you that. She loved you before you were even born and fought to keep you. Both of you were torn apart by a cruel man. Don’t let him win by putting these doubts in your head.
Give your mom a chance to explain before you decide if you want her in your life or not. ”
I nod, my voice too thick with emotions to speak. Kissing her softly, I rise from the bed and carry her into the bathroom. In the shower, I put her on her feet before kneeling in front of her.
She’s the calm to my storm.
I desperately need the peaceful silence she evokes in my head right now.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
I cover her inviting pussy with my mouth the second she parts her thighs.
I pin her to the wall with my palm flat on her belly and throw one leg over my shoulder.
Trailing my hand up to her ass cheek, I grab it hard as I lick her from her tight back little hole to her clit, sucking it deep between my lips.
Her fingers latch onto my hair, yanking at the short strands in pleasure. I lap the arousal she keeps leaking with every swipe of my tongue and the hungry noises I make. My world centers around my little siren as I lose myself in her honey taste and strawberry scent.
I dip my finger between her cheeks and push it inside her asshole, making her orgasm with a cry. Her cum floods my mouth, gushing and gushing. I drink it all down greedily while continuing to fuck her ass after adding another finger.
“Ki-Kian,” she moans brokenly.
Parting her slit, I thrust my tongue inside her still spasming cunt. Christ! She’s so goddamn tight and hot. I finger bang both her holes deep and hard until she falls apart again, drenching my jaw and neck.
I stand to my full height, taking her with me and forcing her quaking thighs around my waist. Seizing her hand, I drag it down and curl it around my shaft. Biting her earlobe, I command, “Fuck Daddy’s cock.”
Her fingers tighten, making me jerk in bliss. Eager and desperate for my cum that I’d fill her up with, she strokes and pumps me from the base to the tip. Tugging her mouth away from sucking on my collarbone, where she loves to mark me, I take her lips harshly.
The more savage I am as I swirl my tongue with hers and nibble on her bottom lip, undoubtedly leaving it red and swollen, the harder she squeezes my dick and spreads the precum all over my girth.
Sneaking her other hand in, she cups my balls, massaging them teasingly. Moving her fist one final time, she whispers, “Come for me, sir.”
“Fuckkk, Iris,” I growl, shoving her hand aside and thrusting into her pussy a second before the first jet of semen shoots from my dick. Gripping her ass bruisingly, I grind and buck against her cunt, draining every single drop in her womb.
In those few seconds of pure ecstasy and closeness with my woman, I forget about the shitstorm my life has become.
***
“Do you want me to make myself scarce when you talk to her?”
I lift my face from the crook of Iris’s neck as she stands before the stove with me pressed flush against her back. I watch her flip the pancake like a pro, which she’s cooking to cheer me up. Turning off the stove, I turn her around.
“Hey! It’s not done yet,” she protests.
“Why would you even ask me that?” I demand, capturing her chin and lifting her confused gaze to mine.
Understanding dawns, softening the blue hue in her pupils. Gripping my biceps, she murmurs, “I thought you might want privacy. I don’t want to intru—”
I press a finger against her lips, cutting her off before she can finish the ridiculous sentence.
“Don’t ever, I mean ever , think you could be intruding on me with your presence.
Whether I’m alone or with someone else. I don’t care about the bullshit rule other couples have about wanting ‘me time’ from their partners. It isn’t going to be us. Am I clear?”
“Crystal.” A huge grin lifts her lips.
“I need you by my side, not today, but always.”
“Then I’ll be right here. Whatever you need, love.”
The alarm rings around the apartment as the front door opens, before going silent. Soft footfalls sound coming down the hallway.
I let Iris go with a kiss to the top of her head.
“Must be Sonya,” she comments, turning around to finish the pancakes. “She comes on Fridays.”
As she predicted, our housekeeper, dressed in her uniform, enters the dining area. Her eyes go round upon seeing us for a brief moment before she politely smiles at us. “Hello.”
“Hii, Sonya,” chirps Iris.
I go take a seat at the head of the dining table and nod at Sonya in greeting. Nervousness flitters across her face. It’s understandable. She’s seen me more at home in the last few months than she has in all the years she’s worked for me.
“How are ya?” asks Iris. “Want some pancakes? You can start cleaning later.”
“No, thank you. I already had breakfast.”
“Tea, then?” suggests Iris, making it obvious they’re friendly. “After you’re done.”
Aware my rainbow won’t budge, Sonya answers with a soft smile, “Sure.”
Iris carries the plate overflowing with perfect pancakes and Hershey’s syrup in her other hand. I take them from her and put them on the table. She mumbles a thanks after I pull out her chair for her to sit down.
“I thought the pancakes were just for me,” I tease, aching to hear her hypnotic laugh. She fulfills my wish, making my chest burst with warmth.
“Sharing is caring, love.”
“Whoever said it didn’t have you. Or he’d be changing his tune.”
My favorite pink hue darkens the apples of her cheeks as she bites her lip. “Okay, no sharing.”
“Good girl.” Passing me a plate, she serves me a piece. I’m eager as I dig in with my fork and take a bite. My hum of delight is loud, making her grin proudly. “Scrumptious, Rainbow. Eat yours too.”
As we eat in silence, the mood turns somber. Halfway into breakfast, she cautiously asks, “Have you thought about what you’re going to say to her?”
It’s all I’ve pondered since finding out. It doesn’t matter whether or not I’ve prepared a long list of questions if she isn’t willing to talk. I mean, she hasn’t till now.
I don’t do feelings or deep conversations, unless it’s with Iris. With her, it comes naturally, as though I’ve been doing it my whole life. Until her, I didn’t even believe in soulmates or any romantic notions. Now that I’ve found my other half, you couldn’t make me believe otherwise.
“We don’t know if she’ll want to talk or not, Iris,” I reply hopelessly.
She smiles sadly, squeezing my hand comfortingly. I raise hers to my lips and kiss it before standing up. I carry our empty plates to the sink just as Sonya returns from inside the house.
“Oh great! You’re both finished with breakfast,” she says. “I’ll clean the kitchen and be on my way.”
“Cool. I’ll make us tea in the meantime.” Approaching me, Iris softly asks, “Do you want coffee, love?”
“I’ll have tea too.”
I meet her halfway as she stretches on her toes to kiss me. I pay no mind to Sonya, who I can feel watching us.
Iris skips to the stove. Both of them get busy, while I’m back at the dining table and reading the newspaper. I’m a distracted mess, though, even after the women join me and we sip on our tea. Iris keeps up the small talk.
“Thanks for the tea, sweetie,” Sonya says to Iris. “It’s always lovely to talk to you.”
Rising, she grabs our cups and goes back into the kitchen. Quickly rinsing them off and cleaning the counter again, she waves at us and turns toward the exit.
“You’re forgetting something,” I call out to her.
She turns around, frowning. “I don’t think so. My bag is—”
“This.” I slap the old diary on the counter with a thud. “Look familiar, Mom ?”