15. CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 15
KASON
“Do you want to tell me a little more about your dad? You’ve said that you don’t get along, but you never said why that is.”
My thigh under her hand tenses at the thought of discussing him. We’re on our way to meet my mother in Atlantic City, and she has been asking questions about my family on the drive down there. I’ve spoken of my mom but haven’t uttered a word about him.
“Mom said Simon won’t be there, he’s on a business trip.” I can’t help but grit my teeth when I utter the words ‘business trip’ because I know it has nothing to do with business and so does mom, although she won’t acknowledge it. The only reason we are headed down today is because he’s away.
“Why do you call your dad Simon? Is he your stepfather?”
I wish that were the case. The fact that I have his blood running through my veins disgusts me. “No, he’s my biological dad,” I say it harsher than I intend to. Sierra and I had a great week since our blow-up over Kylie and Leo. As I suspected when I confronted him, Leo didn’t know about Riley, but they’re trying to figure it out.
Now, talking about Simon is ruining the good vibes we have going on. I feel her hand squeeze my thigh and glance in her direction to see concern for me on her face, obviously picking up the shift in my mood. She’s told me about her past with her mom, even though I suspect there may be more to it, and it only seems fair that I give her something about him.
“My mom should have left him years ago. Especially when he had prostitutes coming into the casino to service him.” I hear her small gasp, and my hand tightens on the steering wheel. I’ve already told her we lived in the penthouse of the casino. My mom wanted to move to a house with land, but Simon liked being there to play the big man in charge and throw his weight around, so we stayed because he always got what he wanted.
“I was around ten the first time I saw it with my own eyes. I had the run of the casino, outside the slots and playing rooms. He was making out with a call girl outside a room. I hid around the corner and watched as they felt each other up before going into it. I was young, but I knew what was going on. I’d seen that woman and others come and go out of suites of big spenders plenty of times before.”
“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” she offers, voice low as she rubs my thigh in soothing circular motions.
“I told my mom about it. I remember lying in bed that night and hearing their argument and my mom sobbing. I never wanted to say anything again to hurt her. That and the fact that he beat my ass for it the next day.”
“Did he do that a lot?”
“Which one? The beating of my ass or the philandering?”
“Umm, both?”
“He didn’t lay a hand on me often, so I wouldn’t call myself an abused child. When I got bigger and stronger, he knew better. He may be able to control and manipulate Mom, but he couldn’t with me.” I pause. “I think that’s what pisses him off most because his ego can’t stand the fact that I don’t do as he demands, and he gets nasty.”
The mood turns somber in the car after talking about Simon, and I want to get back to the lightheartedness we had earlier, though I’m not sure how to go about it. Sierra handles it when she points to a car in the other lane then slugs me in the arm and yells, “Padiddle.”
I laugh, having no idea why she hit me. “What the hell is a Padiddle?”
Her mouth drops open. “You don’t know what a Padiddle is?
“Should I?”
“Everyone I know has played it as a kid when they went on road trips.” I shrug my shoulders because I didn’t.
She explains it. “A Padiddle is when a vehicle has a headlight that is out. When you see it, you slug another person in the car and yell Padiddle.
“I was either driven by a driver or my mother, and we never played.”
“Oh my god. My boyfriend is a Padiddle virgin!”
Hearing her call me her boyfriend startles me momentarily but in a good way. We’ve never really labeled what we have, but it’s accurate. I look over at her, and she’s chewing her bottom lip, probably realizing what she said.
Releasing the wheel with one of my hands, I place it on her thigh. “Who better than my girlfriend to pop my Padiddle cherry then? Let’s play.”
She laughs, and it’s a sound that wipes away the sour mood from earlier and the rest of the drive is made with us laughing and enjoying a child’s game.
An hour later we’re in the elevator on the way up to my mom’s penthouse and Sierra is running her hands down her clothing. “Are you sure I dressed okay?”
She’s worried about impressing my mom, but she needn’t be because I know my mom will love her. She’s wearing a pair of capri pants with heeled sandals that match her red top that hangs over one exquisite shoulder. She looks beautiful, but then Sierra is even stunning in the morning with makeup smudged under her eyes and bedhead. I take her hand that is smoothing her clothes and kiss it causing her to smile. I love making her smile and plan to keep doing it. The elevator doors slide open and I guide her out to open the door in front of us. It’s late but I know mom will be up anxiously awaiting our arrival.
Entering the living room with our luggage, I see her sitting in a chair reading a book. She looks up, and when she notices us, she grins, places her book down, and walks over to us to embrace me. “I’m so happy you came to see me. I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Mom.” She gives me a bright smile before turning her attention to Sierra.
“Mom, this is Sierra. Sierra this is my mother, Margo.”
Mom beams. “Louise said you were stunning, but that word simply does not do you justice. You’re absolutely breathtaking.”
The nervousness that Sierra had earlier evaporates, and she then shares a smile as bright as the one my mom is wearing. “Thank you. It’s so nice to finally meet you, Margo.”
“You too. I can’t wait to get to know you better,” Mom says before embracing her.
We all have a seat in the living room, and the conversation flows nicely. Mom and Sierra seemed to have developed a good camaraderie. They talk about Sierra’s job and her hometown where she grew up, and Mom speaks of her life as well, minus Simon. They make plans to take a walk on the boardwalk tomorrow morning and as much as I may want to join them, I’m sure to be recognized quickly here. Although I love meeting my fans, it may not be an enjoyable time for them if we’re stopped with every step we take.
Mom yawns, and I know she’s tired. “Why don’t we call it a night,” I suggest as I stand and hold my hand out to Sierra. I don’t miss the contented look that passes over my mother’s face at the gesture.
After hugging my mother goodnight, she walks to her bedroom at the other end of the penthouse and I wheel our luggage down the hall to mine as Sierra follows. Opening the door to the room I grew up in, I lead Sierra inside.
Nothing has changed since I was last here, and I doubt anyone but the housekeepers have been in it. Walking inside, her head swivels as she takes in the room. When she notices my trophies that are on built-in shelves on a wall, she saunters in that direction and studies them. I take the opportunity to run my gaze over her body, and my dick starts to twitch. I haven’t been inside her since last night, and I need a fix. It’s been way too long.
She turns to me after a bit and remarks with a wink, “Wow, look at them all. You were hot stuff in high school too. I bet you had the girls fawning all over you back then as well.”
I stalk over to her, lift her, and make my way into the en-suite. “That may be true but there’s one girl I want to fawn all over me, and she hasn’t taken my cock yet today so we have to make up for that.”
She leans back and looks at me in horror. “Kason, we can’t have sex in your mother’s house!”
“Why the hell not?”
“What would she think of me?”
She doesn’t need to worry about what my mother thinks. “She won’t think anything. She’s at the other end of the penthouse. She won’t even hear us.”
Planting her fine ass on the counter, I shift on my feet and turn on the shower then stride back up to her and begin to undress. I grab the hem of my T-shirt and lift it over my head before I kick off my loafers. Next, I remove my cargo shorts. I’m in my boxers, and the head of my hard dick is peaking through the top of the waistband, already leaking with precum. I peer up at her and her eyes are glued to the show I’m putting on for her. I decide to up the entertainment value.
I swipe the liquid from my erect shaft with my finger and rub it on her lips. She opens her mouth, and I stick my finger inside. Her tongue swirls around it while she sucks on it. Her deep green eyes, which were uncertain, now show arousal, and they’ve brought me to my knees since that first time I peered into them. Pulling my finger out of her mouth, I move further away from her and drop my boxers to the floor, setting my erection free so it’s pointing at her. It’s as if it knows that her pussy is home and wants to be inside her.
I palm my heavy cock and begin to stroke myself, watching as her little tongue peeks out between her lips to wet them. “You still sure you don’t want to fuck?”
My question has her eyes snapping up to mine before she shakes her head. Then she hops off the counter and starts to undress while I continue to rub my length. Slowly, she reveals her sexy body, one article of clothing at a time, until we're both naked. Never has a woman turned me on more than Sierra, I could come just from looking at her.
Turning, I open the glass door of the shower. “Get in,” I command, and she does as I say. Sierra is a fiercely independent woman, but when it comes to our sex life, she submits, and I love it.
When I step inside the enclosure, her body is already under the spray, and she looks hot as hell. I watch as the water trails down from her head and over her generous breasts. Her nipples pebble under my perusal and beckon me to taste them. Moving forward, I bend and take a stiffened peak into my mouth and begin to suck it, alternating with licking it. When I give it a little bite, Sierra moans, and her hands grab onto the back of my head. Moving from one breast to the other, I show it the same treatment.
“I need you inside me, Kason,” she begs as her chest rises and falls with fast breaths.
I waste no time honoring her request, standing straight and locking eyes with hers. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.” She complies. Placing my hands on her hips, I yank her ass toward me causing her hands to slide slightly down the wall. I’m so painfully hard, it’s as if I haven’t been inside her sweetness for a week rather than a day .
“I’m in no mood to be nice and gentle. You’re about to get fucked hard.” Her answer is a nod. Lining the head of my engorged cock up to her opening, I thrust in and then still, balls deep inside her hot and slick walls. Her elbows bend slightly but she hastily straightens them. “Hang on, baby,” I warn her before grabbing her hips tightly and pounding into her. Her walls are so tight they’re practically strangling my dick, and my body prickles with pleasure.
This woman is mine, all mine, and I need her to acknowledge it. I don’t just want to fuck her, I want to own her. She’ll never know or want for another man’s cock. I’ll ruin her for any man who attempts to have her.
“Whose dick is fucking you?” I bite out on gritted teeth as I hammer into her.
She starts to moan but answers. “Yours, Kason.”
My thrusts pick up in speed. “Who does your pussy belong to?”
“Y-You,” she pants.
I start to pump into her harder as my fingers tighten around her hips. I have no idea where this caveman talk is coming from, but I can’t control it. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“Oh my god, Kason. I’m going to come,” she answers instead, and it’s not good enough. Her walls are getting tighter around my cock, and I need her to say she’s mine.
“Fucking tell me who you belong to,” I practically yell in my impatience because I’m ready to blow, and I’m not going to until she tells me.
“You! Kason, I belong to you,” she moans before her walls clench around my swelling cock as she spirals into her orgasm, causing my own to come forth.
“That’s it, baby. Suck my cum out with your cunt,” I urge as spasm after spasm of my cum shoots inside her and the sensations zip through my body, turning my legs weak and my vision blurry.
I pant as I begin to calm down and her body begins to lower to the floor. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I hold her up. When I’m sure she’s steady, I slip my dick out of her and turn her toward me. I lift her, gazing into her sated eyes before stepping back until my back is against the tile. I slide down with her wrapped tightly around me, her breasts against my chest and her head in my neck. Once my ass hits the floor, I stretch my legs out in front of me and just hold her to me as the shower water rains down on us.
After a while, she asks in a whisper, her voice hesitant, “Who do you belong to, Kason?”
I lift my hand and run my fingers through her wet strands, “You, Sierra. I belong to you.” Her arms wrap tighter around my neck in response. And fuck if I’ve never meant anything more.
“You could destroy me, and it scares me,” she whispers. It’s in these moments when she allows herself to be vulnerable with me that I know we’re together in this emotional whirlwind.
“Never, Sierra,” I promise, hoping she hears the truth of my words. “I’ll never hurt you.”
I’m waiting for the elevator, wiping the sweat from my forehead when I hear my mother’s voice calling out to me. “Good morning, Kason.”
I look up and spot my mom and Sierra walking up to me. They must just be getting in from their walk on the boardwalk. Sierra’s hair is in a high ponytail, and she’s wearing cut-off jean shorts and a halter top. It has more than one man in this lobby turning their head to gaze at her beauty. It’s a struggle not to growl at them to fuck off. Instead, I shoot them death glares.
“Hello, Mom,” I greet before my gaze settles on my girl. She smiles shyly at me.
There’s been a shift in our relationship after our declaration in the shower. Every touch and every look means more and says so much. I caught her more than once smiling softly at me. A couple of times I grabbed her and embraced her for no reason at all. I want to do it again, but when I move toward her, she throws her hand up in the air to stop me from getting any closer.
“Umm, maybe you should shower first.” She points to my clothing which is wet with sweat from my workout.
Mom snickers lightly before the doors open and we step in. I ask them about the walk and they state it was a lovely day for it. When we enter the penthouse, Sierra excuses herself saying she forgot her phone and wants to check in with her uncles.
I head into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge, gulp it down before throwing it in the trash. When I turn to leave, Mom is staring at me.
“What?”
“Sierra is a wonderful woman. I like her. I think she’ll be good for you.” If my mom didn’t like her, she would tell me. She didn’t care for Meegan and let her feelings be known.
“I do too.”
“You do right by her,” she advises.
“I plan to.”
“Good.” She turns and starts to pull items from the fridge. “I’m going to start on some lunch. Why don’t you head back and shower while I prepare it for us.”
My mom may have grown up with money, but she never hired someone to do the cooking, just the cleaning. She made my meals, took me to school and practice until I could drive, and made it to every school game. She was a caring mother in every sense of the word. Unfortunately, Simon only ever cared about me when it was to show off his son and act like he was a great dad .
Exiting the kitchen, I head to my room and when I open the door, I find Sierra on my bed with a horrified expression. I know something awful must have happened. Gone are the looks of softness. “What happened?”
She shakes her head before stuttering. “I-I think yo-your father’s home.”
My body tightens, and my hands start to fist at my sides. Whatever he’s done must be bad to have her fret like this.
“What did he do?” I growl. There’s violence in my voice, and I know at this moment that I’ll strangle him if he hurt her in any way.
Damn the consequences.