by Kay Maree
She picks up speed, and I can tell she's close to coming. I grab her ass and start grinding back against her, increasing the pressure on her already sensitive clit. Her mouth drops open, and she screams as the orgasm rocks through her, and she coats my cock with her juices. I need to be in her now.
"The condom," I say my voice low and husky.
"We don't need it," she says as she tries to catch her breath.
"Are you sure?" I ask, not wanting to do anything either of us would later regret.
"I'm clean and on the pill. I'm sure if you are." That's all I need to hear.
I gently lift her up and guide my cock to her opening. We both moan as she slowly slides down on it, taking me all the way in from tip to base. I roll us over so now I'm back on top and slide my cock entirely back out before slowly plunging back in. Her back arches at the sensation and I take the other nipple into my mouth now to give it some much-needed attention. We start out slow and gentle, but it isn't long before our tongues and hands are tangled with one another and slamming into her hard and fast.
I can feel her walls tightening around my cock, and my balls grow tight in preparation for my own release. I lift both of her legs over my shoulders and start to rub her clit with my thumb while I fuck her, and she comes for me almost instantly. Her juices drip down my balls, and I give in to my own release, coating her insides with pump after pump of my cum. If she wasn't sure who her pussy belonged to before, now there was no doubt that it was mine.
I collapse in bed beside her, pulling her into my arms, and kissing her forehead. Now that I've had all of her, it's more clear to me than ever that she is all that I want. I've fallen hard for this girl, and now I have to figure out how to convince her to give us a shot at something more than just late-night hookups.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I survived my first week here in Fostmore, but I'm not quite so sure I'll make it out of dinner alive tonight. I hadn't really seen much of my dad this week due to his busy schedule, but he called me into his office yesterday to invite me over to his home for family dinner, and I hesitantly accepted. On the one hand, I was looking forward to the opportunity to meet my sister and spend time with Richard, but on the other hand, that meant I would have to see my evil stepmother Olivia, and that meant a night away from Shawn.
Shawn and I have spent every night together since dinner on Wednesday, and I've really enjoyed our time together. I mean the sex has been out of this world, but my favorite part has been getting to know the parts of Shawn that he doesn't share with anyone else. Listening to him talk about how much he loves this town and the people in it make me wish that I could be a part of that because being with him would mean truly committing to staying here permanently. I have to admit my feelings for him have grown deeper than just a random hook-up buddy, but after everything he went through with his ex leaving and taking his heart with her, I would hate to do anything to hurt him. If my dad wins the vote for mayor next year, there'd be nothing tying me to this place anymore. Nothing but Shawn, and I just don't know if that would be enough.
Last night he told me his dad had asked him and his brother over for family dinner, and we agreed to meet at my place afterward. I guess family dinners were a big thing around here. I didn't bother telling him about my plans, you know with hiding my secret family and all. Every time he opens up and shares something new with me I have to fight the urge to just blurt it out, but I've been hiding this huge secret for so long I don't know how he'll take it. I know it's a horrible idea to let him find out in the crowd at the party tomorrow, so I guess the only choice I have is to tell him when we're alone tonight.
I pull up to my dad's house, and it's my first time seeing it outside of pictures he's shared with me. It's enormous, a lot bigger than necessary for a family of three, but the grandness of it all matched his larger than life presence. I park next to two other much nicer cars off to the right of the property. My old car doesn't look like it belongs here and suddenly I'm reminded of how I must look to everyone in town. Like a city girl with big hopes and dreams who doesn't belong here with all of these kind small-town folk. I try and shake off the negative thoughts and head for the large white double doors of the main house.
I ring the doorbell, and there is a long pause before the door swings open, and I'm greeted by my dad's welcoming smile.
"There's my girl. You're right on time. Olivia just announced that dinner will be ready momentarily." He hugs me tight and then ushers me into a room off the main corridor, and that's when I see him.
Shawn is sitting on a couch in the far corner of the room next to a frail but beautiful woman who I immediately recognize as his mother. What on earth is he doing here? He said he'd be at a family dinner tonight. My mind starts racing a mile a minute, and then my heart drops. My God, are we related? He still hasn't noticed me when my dad and I approach another older gentleman.
"Charlie, I want you to meet my little girl, Londyn." Charles? Oh my God, this is Shawn's dad.
"Well she's not so little anymore, Dick," he says, bringing me in for a big hug. "I've heard so much about you over the years, I'm glad I finally get the chance to meet you, kid."
When I glance over his shoulder at Shawn, he's staring at me with a look of confusion on his face that slowly fades into anger. I've royally screwed up, and I have to figure out a way to explain all of this to him.
When Charles releases me, I give him my best fake smile. "I'm glad to actually get to meet the family."
"Charles and the kids aren't family yet, but we're working on it." The two of them smile at each other and then over at the couch where Shawn is sitting. Only now a beautiful blonde is seated next to him, arm in arm, having a conversation over him with his mother.
"I know you've met Olivia," my dad says giving me a knowing look and patting my back. "Let's go over and introduce you to your sister, Mrs. Banks and their oldest boy Shawn." My sister? Has he been dating my sister this whole time? I politely smile up at him, and we walk over to the congregating group.
"Savannah honey, I would like you to meet Londyn." She flies up from the couch and nearly squeezes the life out of me.
"I always begged mommy and daddy for a sister, and here you are." She steps back to take a good look at me and then hugs me again. "You're so pretty."
"I've actually always wanted a sister myself," I smile at her. "And your hair looks gorgeous tonight." She lights up at the compliment and runs a hand through her tail length golden locks. Pretty similar to what Shawn's ex looked like based on my social media stalking. Seems like he has a type, and it wasn't me.
"I want you to meet your future brother-in-law, my son Shawn, and my wife Margaret," Charles says from behind me. Future brother-in-law? The bastard is engaged to my sister. What the hell has he been doing laying in my bed these last few nights? Guilt immediately consumes me. I mean I had no idea, but somehow, I knew if anyone else in this room ever found out about us, I'd lose everything I came here to have.
"Honey, stand up." Savannah reaches for his hand, but he stands without grabbing it.
"Nice to meet you, Shawn," I say extending a hand to him. He just stares at me for a second before finally shaking it.
"Nice to meet you too, Londyn Foster."
"Hollis. Foster by blood, Hollis by law," I say trying to convince him and myself that I was at least truthful about something. He rolls his eyes, and I feel sick to my stomach. That is until I remember he lied too.
"So future brother-in-law? Congrats you two,"
"Well, it's not official or anything. Shawnee likes to play hard to get." Savannah grabs his arm and pulls him to her. A puzzled look spreads across my face.
"We've been trying to get these two down the aisle since they turned 18. My boy just seems to like to go against nature," Charles says.
"Arranged marriage isn't nature, dad. No offense, Sav." She tries to hide it with a smile, but I could tell she was crushed.
"You loved her once upon a t
ime, I know if you dig deep you can find it again."
"I was 5!" He collapses back on the couch, and his mother leans over to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh leave him alone, Charles. You boys are going to have to figure out another way to be brothers." My dad and Charles scoff under their breaths and walk away.
"Hi Mrs. Banks, I'm Londyn." She attempts to stand to greet me. "No. no. Stay seated I'll come to you." I walk over to the side of the couch where she's seated, take a seat on the arm of the couch, and we hug. She's a sweet and gentle woman, exactly how Shawn described.
"My God, have you no home training? Get off of the arm of my $20,000 couch!" Olivia shouts as she enters the room. Margaret squeezes my hand, and I stand up, embarrassed like a child just chastised in front of their new friends.
"If everyone would please join me at the table, dinner will now be served." She turns around and floats back out of the room in a gown too fancy for a simple family dinner.
When we get into the formal dining room, I glance around the table for Shawn, but he is nowhere to be seen. So, I decide to send him a text.
Londyn: Where are you? I can explain everything. Can we talk?
Fifteen minutes later, we're halfway through the first course, and in walks Colin, Shawn’s younger, but much bigger brother. There’s still no sign of Shawn though, at the table or on my phone.
"Where did your fiancé run off to?" I lean over and whisper to my sister.
“I saw him taking off when I was pulling up,” Colin interrupts.
"Oh, he said something about a work emergency. He's a cop, you know. I just love a man in uniform." She smiles at me, and I have to fight the urge to be upset with her. Shawn might be mine, but she didn't know that. He doesn't even know it, and now I may have lost him forever.
CHAPTER NINE
His phone isn't ringing anymore, now when I dial my calls go straight to voicemail. I've probably texted him 20-something times and still no response. I tap his name on the screen for the 15th time tonight foolishly hoping for a different result and shove my face in my pillow when his voicemail picks up. I hang up and toss my phone down to the foot of the bed.
I've ruined everything. I've been trying to keep him at an arm's distance this whole time, close but not too close, and it's backfired on me. Blown up in my face like a terrible car crash and I can't look away. I crawl to the foot of the bed, grab my phone and press dial next to Stas' name. If anyone is awake at this time, it's her.
Cali, what's going on, girl," she answers, sounding slightly out of breath. Either she ran to answer the phone, or I've just entered my first three-way. I can't even answer, I just burst into tears at the sound of her voice.
"Oh, no. What's wrong?"
"I've ruined everything, and my life is over." A little melodramatic, but that's exactly how I feel at this moment.
"What happened?" she asks, her voice soft with concern. If I'm going to tell her what happened, I guess I have to start with who I really am. The truth made me lose one person tonight, I don't think I could take losing another.
"If I tell you, you have to promise to not get mad," I say between tear induced gasps.
"I could never be mad at you."
"I lied about how I got the position. Well kind of. Richard really did show up to my mom's funeral and offer it to me, but not just to be a kind stranger, but because he's my dad."
"A secret baby! That's the biggest scandal this town has seen, probably ever."
"Great! Thanks, Stas"
"Sorry Love. Now, why would I be mad at you about that?"
"Because I lied." I burst into tears again.
"Did you have a good reason?"
"My dad told me not to say anything until the Christmas party tonight."
"That sounds like a damn good reason to me. That's your father, and I'm a girl you just met a week ago. Who am I to be upset at you sticking with family?"
"Shawn doesn't seem to feel that way."
"Shawn's a big fucking baby. He throws a tantrum whenever things don't go his way." I have to admit her words, while mean, do make me feel better.
"I don't know what to do. He won't answer my calls or text."
"I'll tell you what to do. Forget about him."
"I can't." I feel the tightening in my chest starting to return.
"And why the hell not?"
"Because I think I'm in love with him Stas." There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment.
"Damn girl, so much for fun and casual."
"I know," I say, defeated.
"Well, I guess the next best thing is to give him space and let him come to you when he's ready. You don't want to come off as needy or desperate."
"Ok, I can try."
"No trying, just doing. Which if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to." Ah, three-way it is.
"Of course, thanks for picking up mid... whatever you were doing."
"Of course! Chicks before dicks." I giggle at her crassness. "I love you, girlie. Now get some sleep. I'll see you in a few hours at your dad's to get ready for the party. Your dad, that still feels weird."
"I know, right? Good night. Love you too." We hang up, and I take in a deep breath before turning my phone on silent and placing it on the charger on my nightstand.
If space is what Shawn wants, then I'll give him space no matter how much it kills me. I roll over to face the side he usually sleeps on and cry myself to sleep.
CHAPTER TEN
I turned my phone off when I got home last night, and nearly 24 hours later I still haven't turned it back on. Every time her name popped up on my screen, I just grew more and more upset. Once again, I had allowed myself to fall in love with a liar, and I was furious with myself for it.
I could understand her not telling me when we first met, but I had opened up to her and shared so many secrets with her and not once did it cross her mind to open back up to me. She had so many opportunities to tell me the truth, and she didn't, not because she couldn't but because she didn't want to. That's what hurts the most.
I pull up to the Foster's gate for the second night in a row, but tonight it feels like the whole town is here for their annual Christmas party. I'm not in a chipper holiday mood, but Christmas has always been my mother's favorite holiday, and I wasn't going to miss the chance to celebrate it with her, especially with the way her health has been. Tonight, they have a valet service parking the cars to maximize parking space. Rumor around town was that Richard had a big announcement and that meant everybody who was anybody would be here to hear, even their rivals the Moores.
When it's my turn to pull up to the valet stand, I shake the driver's hand sliding him a $20 and ask him to keep me parked near the front. I might be coming for mom, but I had no intentions on staying very long. I glance down at my watch and hurry inside, I'm running a little late, and I know Savannah is probably worrying herself to death.
"There you are, boy. What took you so long? Savannah's been waiting." I roll my eyes as my dad ushers me to the staircase, where Frank and my brother are already waiting.
"You can go chill now, I got it from here," I say to my brother who has a weird smirk on his face.
"I'm not here for Savannah." Like hell, he isn't. He's been in love with the girl since he was in diapers, she's just been so far up my butt to notice. Before I can respond the music drops signaling it's time for the girl's entrance.
"Introducing Ms. Savannah Collete Foster of the Foster family." A voice over the intercom booms and the crowd breaks out into cheers. Savannah rounds the corner in a floor-length white gown.
"She's so fucking beautiful," Colin says under his breath. So much for not being there for Sav.
She floats down the staircase, and I take her hand and kiss it before placing her arm through mine.
"Ms. Foster is escorted this evening by Office Shawn Banks." The applause picks back up, and I can hear loud cheers coming from some of the other offi
cers.
"Introducing Ms. Londyn Hollis of the Foster family." The crowd is silent except for confused whispers as Londyn rounds the corner in a floor-length, off the shoulder emerald green dress that has a high slit that goes more than halfway up her thigh. It dawns on me that she must be who Colin is here to escort, and my heart drops into my stomach. When I look over at him, his mouth is slightly ajar as he watches her descend down the staircase.
"Ms. Hollis is escorted this evening by Mr. Colin Banks." I watch as he kisses her hand and places it on his arm. Then he whispers something to her that causes her to smile, and I see red. What the fuck does he think he's doing? I'm zoned out and staring at Londyn the whole time as they introduce Stassi and Frank. She glances in my direction but quickly looks away when she sees me looking back. Is she...avoiding me?! My blood boils, and I drop Savannah's hand and head off toward the restroom. I can hear my dad calling behind me for me to come back, but I keep walking.
When I get to the restroom, I slam the door behind me and start pacing the small space. Who the fuck does she think she is ignoring me? She was the one who lied to me all week. I reached in my pocket and turned my phone on. Immediately text messages and voicemail alerts from her flooded my screen. She must be upset because I ignored her. What the hell did she expect? I quickly type out a text message and press send.
Feeling better having gotten that out I head out of the restroom back to the stairs where Savannah was not so patiently waiting for me and escort her onto the dance floor. Once the music starts, Savannah's demeanor changes, and she instantly lights back up. She's always loved the first dance of the night, and I've always enjoyed getting to share that with her. I hate that I didn't feel that tonight. When the song ends, I follow my brother out of the main room and shove him into Richard's office before anyone could see us.
