Chapter 44
Return of the Father
We've patiently waited for our beloved Quarterbacks return. The time is near and the Fearless fans are ready! Dani, you've had your man, now it's time to share!
I look around the game room, relieved to finally be alone.
I love that Jake, my family, and friends have waited on me hand and foot today, but now I need time to process everything.
I need "me" time. I can't do that with them being at my beck and call.
I almost feel like they are waiting to see when I'll lose my mind.
It's sweet that they are worried but frustrating at the same time.
I can be fragile, and I can be strong. I'm choosing powerful right now.
It's all I have left of any semblance of control over my life.
I wanted all day to send them away so that I could be alone for at least five minutes.
Jake won't allow me any more time than that, probably.
Bless his heart. He's been so good to me.
So attentive. So annoying. So wonderful.
I don't want the trauma I've faced to haunt me forever.
That's why I need this alone time. Jake is in the shower, I'll only get about twenty minutes or so, but that's enough.
I've wholeheartedly agreed to go to therapy.
Thinking back to the conversation I had with them about it, I smile to myself.
My family had me cornered like they were staging an intervention.
They thought I'd fight them tooth and nail on the subject, and maybe I would have a year ago, but this new baggage I have needs to be dealt with.
I'm forever changed. With therapy, hopefully that change will be for the better.
I've been told that beauty can come from ashes, and I hope that's true. My first session is next Friday.
Mama got the job at the hospital. I'm happy but also feeling reasonably guilty.
She has to uproot her entire life just for me.
She's already devoted eighteen years to raising me, and that was mostly by herself.
That's unfair to her and Granny Betsy Jean.
They assure me that they want to do this adventure and are excited for something new.
Part of me is scared for them to live here.
What if Benji tries to hurt them? What if they become targets now?
It's one thing to mess with me, but another entirely to mess with the ones I love.
My thoughts go to the one thing that I've successfully avoided today.
I've constantly had to push back the troublesome thoughts to the furthest parts of my mind.
My sperm donor of a father has decided to rear his ugly head during all of this.
He's been in contact with my mama since the kidnapping.
She didn't want to tell me until she felt I was in a better place.
I understand her reluctance with all the drama as of late, but it will never be a great time to talk about him.
He's begged to see me. Mama has refused every one of his request, but now I have the freedom to choose.
As much as my mind screams no, my heart is battling back with a vengeance.
This may be the only way to finally meet my brother and sister.
I'll have to see him first if I even want that to happen.
I'm not sure how I feel. I can forgive and I already have, in fact.
I couldn't take the horror that unforgiveness brought into my life anymore.
However, I'll never forget what he's done.
I won't allow him to waltz back into my life as if nothing ever occurred because it did, and that's not okay.
Can I be civil? Yes. Will I grit my teeth together while doing so? Probably.
He left with no regard for me. I asked Mama today if he'd ever tried to contact her to see me and she said he hadn't, until now.
I believe her. We don't tell lies in this family.
What bothers me most is that we don't know his end game.
Why does he want to see me now? I think of my brother and sister.
Do they know about me? If so, do they even want to meet me?
I put my head in my hands. Damn him for not wanting me.
Now I have all these doubts about everything in my head tonight.
I feel Jake's presence before I feel his hands gently pulling mine away from my face. "Baby, can I help? What's wrong?"
His loving eyes, filled with concern, I love him more than I ever have at this moment.
I might not know how a man should treat a woman, my "daddy" never taught me, but I don't think my heart could be in better hands than it is with my Jake.
My Sex King. I smile at the nickname I gave him so long ago.
Desire pools in my innermost parts. Jakes eyes darken to mimic my own wanton filled ones.
He shakes his head. "We can't. You need to rest first."
I take off my top and he licks his lips when he sees my bare breasts. I didn't put a bra on after my shower and I don't have any panties on either. I start to take off my pants and he stops me, making me pout. "Come on, Jake. I need...you. Inside. Me. Now!"
The invisible gravitational pull we always have between us brings his mouth crashing down on mine.
I run my hands through his hair, making him growl against my lips.
Our tongues fight for dominance, mine winning out in the end.
I know what I want, and it's him. He pulls back, shaking his head, trying to break the spell of our shared want and desire. "Wait, baby. Let's talk first, please."
"Baby, I love that you want to take care of me, but I've done enough talking today.
I promise we'll talk first thing in the morning.
" I take my pants off, then open my legs wide so that he can see how much I need him.
Blushing, I tell him exactly what I want him to do.
"I can think of so many wicked things your mouth could be doing right now besides talking.”
I smile in victory the minute I see the internal battle he is facing resolve right before my eyes. "Like what, beautiful?"
I brazenly open my legs wider and start massaging my clit running my fingers down in between my folds.
I am so wet and turned on now. Jake can't take his eyes off of my hand.
"My hand feels good, but your tongue would feel better.
You could suck on my clit and taste my need for you.
You like the way I taste, don't you, Jake? "
He moves from the coffee table to kneeling right in front of me. I pull my hands back and place my two fingers into his mouth. He sucks them clean with an almost savage look in his eyes. "It's my favorite flavor in the whole wide world."
His voice is rough, and his breathing ragged.
I can feel myself relaxing for the first time since leaving the hospital.
I need this. I need him. He kisses me, then kisses a pathway to my clit.
He suckles gently, then licks me slowly up and down my folds, making me moan.
His mouth feels so good, so right. His tongue enters me, and I almost fall off the couch.
He smiles, cocky jackass. I place one of my legs over his shoulder, and we lock eyes.
His skillful tongue explores every inch of me, and not long after, I come with a shout.
He undresses quickly, and with a jerk, he pulls me to the edge of the couch.
I guide him inside me as he kisses me passionately.
He moves slowly at first, but I beg him to go faster.
He smirks before bending his head down to suck my tits.
He finally starts increasing his pace, and I cry out in pleasure.
He answers with a moan of his own. Jake's lovemaking is one of great precision and devotion.
He is the conductor and I am the instrument.
If we were a symphony, this would be the moment in which the crescendo grabbed the crowd's attention and the story reached its climax. With one last thrust, we cry out each other’s name.
He rocks his hips to mine, increasing the intensity of the aftershocks of my release. I move my hips, matching his rigor.
"Don't stop, baby! I'm close again."
I dig my fingertips into his ass, begging and pleading for my next release. My legs begin to shake, and I scream his name again. He brings his eyes to mine and there’s so much tenderness etched into place there. He kisses me deeply and I know he’s mine and I’m his.
"I guess we need another shower, huh?"
I laugh. "That's probably a good idea." I kiss him again before slapping his ass one more time.
*
I wake with a jolt. The nightmares of Benji assaulting me have gotten worse and these vivid dreams have come to me almost every night since waking out of my coma.
The scenery changes but the attack remains the same.
Except for this time, no one comes to save me, and in the last sequence, I see myself on life support, lying battered and bruised, in a hospital bed.
Jake is distraught, tears streaming down his gorgeous well-chiseled face.
Some members of my family are standing there with disbelief and grief written all over their faces.
Mama and Granny are sobbing and the sperm donor has a wicked smile painted firmly on his handsome features.
Jake is still soundly asleep beside me. Thank God I didn't wake him up this time.
He worries so much about me. I grab a shower as I'm sweaty from my nightmare or as I've come to call them, my Ben-mare.
I loathe him with every fiber of my being.
Why can't he leave me alone? For all I know, he will because I haven't heard a peep from him since that fateful day.
Maybe he's sippin' a mojito in Cancun right now.
I smile as I think about someone putting ex-lax in said drink and him shitting himself to almost the point of death.