Wife Me Bad Boy (53 page)

He slid in, his strong hands gripping my ass, pulling me toward him, allowing me no escape.

“Yes,” I cried.

“Faith,” he moaned.

He slid all the way in. He was buried inside me. It was as if we were a single person, melting together in a hot, wet, sticky mess of pleasure.

“Conquer me,” I moaned. “Claim me.”

He thrust forward and then slid back, thrust forward again and slid back again. He filled my ass, a slap of skin on skin as his torso struck my butt cheeks with each orgasmic thrust. I gripped the fabric of the sofa and wanted to tear it. I wanted to destroy it. I wanted the world to end, to be hit by a comet. I wanted fireworks, or an earthquake. I wanted the world to wake up and take note of what was happening, of the momentousness of the experience I was having.

Jackson’s orgasm was unnatural. I don’t know how to describe it. His cock shot semen into my asshole and it struck places deep inside me that had never been discovered before, not even by him twelve years ago. He was in virgin territory. No one but Jackson and I would ever know what pleasure my body was capable of. He poured himself into me, he gave himself to me, and I knew that having his sperm inside me, in that intimate place, would mean more than the pleasure it was giving him.

It would mean he owned me.

But it would also mean I owned him.

Just as he was claiming me, just as he was making me his, he was also making himself mine.

I screamed. I was orgasming and I don’t even know what part of my body the orgasm came from. It was so intense, so pleasurable and deep and sharp, that it made me scream. I forgot the world, I forgot that I had a son asleep in the next room, I even forgot that Jackson was there with me, fucking me in the ass so deep that I was literally in tears. I forgot it all. And then I collapsed in utter exhaustion.

We fell into a slumber, his rigid shaft still rammed so far inside me he wouldn’t be able to pull out without effort. We fell into such a deep sleep that if it hadn’t been for my phone ringing, Sam would have found us there on the couch the next morning.

Chapter 45

Jackson

Y
OU DON’T WANT TO KNOW
what that felt like. Believe me, it wouldn’t be fair for me to tell you. It’s like, some things in life just shouldn’t be shared. You know what I mean?

I was deeper inside her than I’d ever been inside anything in my entire life. Balls deep would be an understatement. When I slipped inside her ass, all I could think about was how good it felt, how deep I felt. You want to possess someone? You want to own them? That’s how you do it.

When it was over, I collapsed, unconscious. We both did. We fell into a deep, complete slumber, and if it wasn’t for Faith’s phone ringing at about six in the morning, Sam would have probably found us there on the sofa, my cock crushed against his mother’s ass, my semen all over her chest, all over her cunt, still oozing out of her asshole.

What can I say? She told me to make her mine, and that’s what I did.

But it would have been a terrible way to introduce him to the idea that I was his father.

I woke with a start when the phone rang.

“What is it?” Faith said into the phone. “Lacey, calm down, I can’t understand you.”

Something was wrong. I’d been worried about Lacey. She’d seemed unstable. I knew I should have listened to my gut.

“Lacey, I’ll be right there. Of course I will. No, Jackson’s here to watch him. You just calm down, tell the cops I’m coming.”

Faith hung up the phone. She was pale.

“Cops?” I said.

“It’s Lacey. She was arrested at Matt’s apartment.”

“Matt?”

“The guy she’s seeing. He’s been cheating on her, or with her. She was wrecking his apartment. Tearing up his clothes, throwing them off the balcony into the parking lot. I think it got out of hand.”

“Fuck,” I said.

Faith nodded. “She must have really lost it for the police to get involved.”

“Hell hath no fury,” I said.

She eyed me sternly. “Don’t you ever forget it.”

I pulled her toward me. I didn’t want her to worry about me for another second of her life. I’d never hurt her.

“I’ve got to go to the police station,” she said. “She’s got no one else to call. The brothers don’t know about Matt. And you’re not going to tell them. Lacey wants her love life to remain private.”

“I understand,” I said.

“Sam,” Faith said, not knowing what exactly she wanted to say.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I’ll get him to school.”

“Really?”

“Don’t you worry about a thing.”

“He’ll be surprised to see you.”

“I know,” I said. “Believe me, I know all about surprises. We’ll handle it. I’ll get him to school. You’ll be there to pick him up.”

“Are you sure?” she said. “I really hate to inconvenience you like this.”

“Faith, it’s not an inconvenience. I want to do it. He’s my son. It’s about time I spent some time with him.”

Faith hugged me. I grabbed her and pulled her close. I took her chin in my hand and tilted her toward me. Before she knew it, my tongue was inside her mouth.

“I have to shower,” she said, as soon as I stopped kissing her.

“Go,” I said. “I hope Lacey is all right.”

She was a whirlwind. She went to her room, showered, dressed, and was gone in the space of ten minutes. I sat on the couch and wondered what Sam would think when he woke up and found me there. I’m not the kind of guy people usually ask to babysit. In fact, most sane people would rather leave their kid home alone than have a guy like me hanging out with it.

It was still before seven. Faith told me Sam would wake at about seven, so I took the opportunity to have a quick shower. I also tidied the living room. There were signs everywhere of the ravaging I’d given Faith during the night. I didn’t want Sam seeing any of that. Not ever.

By the time the clock struck seven, I was sitting at the kitchen counter, dressed and washed, a cup of fresh coffee in my hand. It was a strange feeling. I’d never been in that position in my life, waiting for a kid to wake up, and yet, it felt good. Like it suited me. I loved it. Who’d have ever thought?

I prayed Sam wouldn’t be frightened when he found me there instead of his mother.

I knew I should have gone into his bedroom to wake him for school, but I didn’t want to intrude in his space. He might be eleven, but he was still a man, and a man needs his space.

I needn’t have worried. When he came out to the kitchen in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes, he didn’t even seem surprised to see me.

“What the?” he said, almost jokingly.

“Coffee?” I said, preempting anything he might say about my being there instead of his mother. The best way to deal with the situation was to change the subject.

“I don’t drink coffee,” he said. “I’m too young.”

“Right,” I said. “Sorry, I’m not used to hanging out with kids. I should have known that. What do you drink?”

“Orange juice,” he said, staring at me like I had two heads.

I poured some juice and handed him the glass.

“What’s going on?” he said.

“I’m taking you to school,” I said. “Your mother’s friend, Lacey, had an emergency during the night. She asked me to come over because she didn’t have anyone else to call. Believe me, I was as surprised as you were.”

“When’s she coming back?”

“Your mother?”

“Yeah.”

“She shouldn’t be there too long. A couple hours, I’d guess. Hopefully she’ll be the one who picks you up after school.”

“And what if she can’t?” Sam said.

“If she can’t, I’ll pick you up.”

He looked at me for a minute, weighing me up. I’d found some pop tarts and put two in the toaster. One each. They popped and I handed him one, took a bite out of the other.

“Thanks,” he said.

“My pleasure, buddy.”

“What happened with Lacey?” he said.

“Hell if I know.”

“I bet it has something to do with Matt.”

“You know about Matt?”

Sam smiled at me. “I hear everything,” he said. “They think I’m not listening, but I always am.”

“I’ll try to remember that,” I said.

God, he was a smart kid. I knew my kid would be smart. I wanted to lean over the table, knock over his juice, and hug the hell out of him. I wanted to squeeze him so tight. I wanted to tickle him, hear him laugh. But it was too soon. Those things took time.

“So what’s the deal with Matt?” I said.

“He’s Lacey’s boyfriend. Mom says he’s a cheating piece of shit.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Your mother wouldn’t like it if she heard you using language like that.”

“That was a direct quote,” he said.

I couldn’t fault him for that. “Fair enough,” I said.

We got through his morning routine without any hiccups. He liked my truck a lot. I told him I’d teach him to drive it if he wanted. He liked that idea a lot. When we got to his school he was a little hesitant to get out.

“What is it, buddy?”

“Thanks for the ride,” he said.

“Anytime.”

“You’re a good guy, Jackson,” he said.

I was stunned. I’d never have imagined that a kid saying something that simple could have hit me with such an emotional impact. I almost felt like I’d cry.

I had a son.

Thanks to Faith, I had a son.

Chapter 46

Faith

B
Y THE TIME I GOT
to the police station, I was worried sick about Lacey. She was sitting on a bench, waiting to be discharged, and she looked completely dejected.

“What the hell, Lacey,” I said when I saw her.

She was looking at the ground and when she looked up at me, I saw she was crying. My heart filled with sympathy and I softened my tone.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

I put my arms around her and held her. She’d always been there for me. Now it was my turn to be there for her. She nestled her face into my neck and sobbed. I almost burst into tears myself.

“It’s all right, Lacey. Everything’s going to be all right.”

“I don’t know,” she said, between sobs. “I don’t know if it will ever be all right.”

“Lacey, what happened?”

“I was drunk,” she said.

“And you went over to his place?”

She nodded. “First, I tried calling him. I called his cell, like a million times. There was no answer. Every time I called, no answer. I got more and more worked up. I couldn’t let him end a two year relationship with a single voice mail. I needed closure. I’d given him everything.”

“I know, Lacey. That’s all right. That makes sense.”

“I wasn’t crazy?”

“I’d have wanted the same thing.”

“Well, eventually, he answered the phone. Only it wasn’t him.”

“Who was it?”

“His wife.”

I put my hand over my mouth. “Oh, Lacey.”

“I felt like such a slime ball, Faith. I mean, was I the one being cheated on, or was she? What was I supposed to feel? Didn’t I have a right to be upset too? I was a victim of his lies as much as she was.”

“What did she say?”

Lacey shook her head. “What do you think she said? What would you have said?”

“I’m so sorry, Lacey.”

“She called me a whore, a home wrecker, a slut. She said I’d ruined her life. She said she hoped I burned in hell for what I’d done to her.”

“You didn’t do it to her, Lacey. You didn’t know Matt was married.”

“But should I have known? Was I intentionally being naive?”

“No. You had no clue. Did you?”

“No. I didn’t.”

“Then how can you be held responsible for his decisions? Matt did this, Lacey. He hurt you and he hurt his wife.”

“I felt sick to my stomach, Faith. I don’t know what I was thinking. I just felt such rage.”

“Weren’t the brothers around?”

“No, they were out. You were out with Jackson. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

My mind cast back to the text message she’d sent me. It had been out of character and I should have realized something was up. I’d been so taken by Jackson meeting Sam for the first time that I’d completely forgotten.

“You should have called me, Lacey. You know you can always call me. I’d have talked you down.”

Lacey smiled. It was an embarrassed look but at the same time mischievous.

“I didn’t want to be talked down, Faith. I wanted to hurt him. I went over to his apartment, the one his company rents for him, and I tore up his suits and shirts, ripped his furniture, smashed his television.”

I was shaking my head but when I caught her eye, we were both seeing the funny side of it.

“That will teach him,” I said.

“I hope so. He probably won’t care. He’ll replace it all.”

“He’ll be in trouble with his wife.”

“She’ll probably forgive him. Hold it against me instead.”

“Do you think he’ll press charges?”

“No. He wants this brushed under the carpet as quickly and quietly as possible.”

“What a fucking asshole,” I said.

“I know.”

“Let’s tell the brothers. They’ll teach him a lesson.”

Lacey grabbed my shoulders. “Don’t even think about it,” she said. “Faith, I’m mortified. The less people who know about this, the better. It’s too humiliating.”

“All right, Lacey. All right. Calm down.”

Lacey let out a sigh.

“Are you ready to leave?” I asked.

“I need to wait to sign some statement. They’re typing it up.”

“I’ll wait with you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Nonsense. You helped me through all the difficult times in my life. I’m not going anywhere.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Faith.”

I hugged her again. “I’m so sorry I didn’t reach you when I got that message,” I said. “I should have tried again. My mind was elsewhere.”

“Of course it was. You were thinking about Jackson.”

“Yes.”

“And?”

I paused.

“Faith, tell me,” Lacey insisted.

I was glad to see she was cheering up.

“Well, he met his son for the first time.”

“And did they hit it off?”

My eyes teared up. I don’t know where it came from, but I was crying like an idiot. I nodded.