by Jamie Knight
“Aiden.” I looked up to see Sarah standing at the door of my office.
“Come in, come in,” I beckoned for her to sit in the chair across from me. “I hope you have good news for me?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s bad,” Sarah started. “I can tell you that I have new information for you.”
“Okay, then. Let’s hear it.”
“First off, we were able to get a copy of Bobby’s birth certificate. There’s no father listed, and we weren’t able to find any written record of who his father is. It looks like Reagan made sure to keep that information to herself, at least when it came to writing it down.”
I was a bit upset by this. Reagan must not have wanted anyone to know who she had Bobby with.
“The bright side is that with his birth certificate, we do have Bobby’s birthdate. If you’d like to see it.”
I nodded, holding out my hand. I looked down and found out the kid’s age for sure. “So, he’s eight.”
“Yeah, it would look like it. Is that helpful?”
I nodded. I started to do some mental math and based on his birthday, Bobby’s date of conception coincided with when we were together. Bobby was my son, and Reagan hid him from me for all those years. But why? I didn’t understand.
“One more thing,” Sarah held up her hand. “Those handwritten notes you sent us from Reagan. I had our inhouse expert compare them. He agrees that the note was most likely written by Reagan, but he noticed that her writing patterns were very different in her goodbye note. He’s of the mind that she physically wrote the note but that someone may have dictated it to her. She was the recorder but not the author.”
The note always did sound strange to me. I’d just assumed it was because Reagan was feeling weird or something. Maybe my mom was the one who dictated it for her.
“Thank you, Sarah. You’ve illuminated a lot of things for me. I think I’m ready to make a decision.”
“You don’t need anything else?”
“No, you got me exactly what I needed. I’ll send the final check to your office. Thanks for all your help.”
“Of course. Glad to be of service.”
The PI left my office, and I was alone with all of the evidence.
It was one thing to suspect that Bobby was my kid, but knowing he was conceived when Reagan and I were together, meaning he was mine, that was a game-changer. I used to think my love may have cheated on me near the end, but if my mother was the one who chased her away, then the other man was just an excuse. It was an almost surefire way to make sure I didn’t go after Reagan. And I didn’t, so Mom’s plan worked.
I wished I had gone after her. We wouldn’t have had all this wasted time. I could have been in her life, and in Bobby’s life. I needed to hear some of this stuff from Reagan. Now that I had proof, she couldn’t slither her way out of this confrontation. I had to know what my mom did to make her leave.
I was kind of reeling from the realization that my mom worked so hard to end my relationship with Reagan. She could be a little domineering and cold, but I always thought her endgame was for me to be happy. She had to know chasing Reagan away would upset me. She probably thought I’d get over it, but I never really did.
Maybe that’s why Mom was still so ashamed after all those years. I couldn’t hash things out with my mother, but Reagan was still here. And my son. I had another chance to potentially salvage that relationship, and I wasn’t going to waste it.
With renewed purpose, I left my office, telling the head of the club I wouldn’t be in tonight. I’d been there almost every night, so this would her first time running the club on her own.
“Thank you for your trust, sir.” She had a big smile on her face.
Melissa was younger than most club managers, but she was so impressive at her interview that I couldn’t pass on her.
“I’ve always trusted you, Melissa. I wasn’t here because of you. I just needed something to do, so I would go crazy waiting around in Aspen. I know you can take care of the club. Have a great night.”
I left her to get ready for tonight’s crowd while I went out to reclaim the love of my life.
Chapter Fourteen
Reagan
Aiden hadn’t tried to see me since we had lunch at the diner. It actually kind of made me sad that he didn’t contact me again. I even wondered if he left Aspen. I wasn’t really super warm or welcoming when we were together, but I thought he might make one more effort.
It felt so similar to all those years ago when I was forced to dump him. I was getting upset that he didn’t come to me when I was the one who fucked things up. I needed to take responsibility for my part in our relationship ending. Maybe Aiden’s mother was right, and he would have ended up leaving me eventually, but I could have stayed and fought for our love.
But that’s the past. It was time to think about how to fix things in the present. The first thing was deciding if reconnecting with Aiden was actually a good idea. Seeing him again made me realize that I’d missed a lot more than I had thought. I was literally aching for him at points. That man did things to me that no other person could. I didn’t want to give him up again.
Maybe I should have told Bobby that Aiden was his father. Before doing that, I’d want to talk with Aiden first and see if he wanted to be in Bobby’s life. I had no way to contact him, though. I could always call the club and see if they would give me his cell. But I’d basically be a stranger calling. What could I say to convince them to give out their boss’s persona information?
Maybe the fact that I was the mother of his child could be enough. It would be the first time that someone other than my mother would know who Bobby’s dad was. It could be the test before the big reveal. I knew it was going to be hard to tell Aiden, but I didn’t want to get caught on the words. I just wanted to tell him and see where the chips fell.
“Hello, girly. You look deep in thought.” Marnie came around to the front of the counter, putting a sweater on over her scrubs.
I was handling the front desk. It was my turn to close the clinic. Marnie had her bag, clearly about to head out. She was the last one to leave beside me.
“It’s nothing. I’m thinking about stuff to do with Bobby, so nothing new, I mean.”
That was a half-lie. My thoughts were related to Bobby since it had to do with his father, but finally coming clean about everything was definitely a different thought.
Marnie leaned against the desk and sighed. “Oh, Reagan. I’m sure everything will work out. Bobby is a good kid. He’ll come out of all of this okay. I’m sure it is just a phase.”
Her words of comfort brought tears to my eyes. I reached out and squeezed her hand. She squeezed back, smiling.
“Thanks, Marnie. I’ll call you later. Have a nice night!”
“You, too. Bye!”
My best friend walked out of the clinic, and I was once again alone.
I was feeling more confident in my choice to open this dialogue with Aiden. At the end of the day, he deserved to know that he had a son. He was never mean to me, and while his outer shell had grown colder and more distant, at his core, Aiden was a good man. He wouldn’t walk away if he knew.
I took out my cell, ready to search for the number for Aiden’s club when I heard the door open.
“I’m sorry. We’re about to close. If you need medical attention, there’s the hospital on Sycamore.”
I hadn’t looked up from my phone, which was admittedly a bit rude, but I didn’t want to lose the flow of my decision. I was worried I might chicken out again.
“I don’t need medical attention. I need to speak with you, Reagan.”
I was so shocked when I looked up and saw Aiden standing there that I dropped my phone. “Oh, shit,” I bent over to pick it up before looking back at Aiden. “Aiden. What are you doing here?”
“I came to talk to you.”
That was obvious. Why else would he be here?
“What did you want to talk about?” I was just moments awa
y from contacting him, but this sudden appearance had me shaking and tongue-tied.
“I’m sure you know, Reagan.”
Fuck!
I had already decided that this was going to happen, so it should have been okay. But to suddenly be in the moment? That had my head spinning. Sure, the confrontation was a lot earlier than I expected or was maybe ready for, but that shouldn’t matter. This way, I couldn’t chicken out. The universe knew I was prepared at that moment to reveal all my cards, so I needed to put it all out on the table and hope for the best.
“Yeah, we do need to talk, Aiden.”
My ex was still standing by the front door of the clinic, but his hazel eyes were fixed on me. The cut of his dark-brown suit was so form-fitting I could see the way his muscles tensed. He was angry. Before walking over to me, I heard the lock click behind him.
“Let’s talk then.”
There was a growl in his voice. One that I hadn’t heard in a long time. It made my back shiver, and my knees shake a bit. In one short sentence, Aiden was reminding me that he was in control. He was the dom, and I was his sub, and I had not given him what he wanted.
Part of my instincts flared, not eager to give up control after having a tight grip on it for so long. Another part of me melted. My pussy ached to let Aiden do things to me again. My body desperately wanted what we used to have. The fun, the connection. It was more than the sex, I missed our relationship, our love.
But things were more complicated now. Neither of us were the children we once were. No matter what my heart and body wanted, I would do what was best for my son.
Chapter Fifteen
Aiden
I went over to Reagan’s clinic immediately after the PI left. When I searched for it online, its website said it should still be open. I had no way of knowing if Reagan was still there. It was safe to assume she worked long shifts.
If she wasn’t at work, the next place to check would be her apartment. I’d rather not confront her about this in front of Bobby, though. Yes, I wanted answers, but the kid didn’t deserve to hear whatever blowout might happen. I believed that Reagan wouldn’t get hostile, but there was no way for me to know. She could be hot-tempered.
When I got to the clinic, I saw her inside at the front desk. I was planning on waiting for her to come out into the parking lot, but when I saw the last employee leave, I thought it might be a good idea to just go in there to speak with Reagan. So, there we were, Reagan on the other side of the front desk, the two of us staring one another down.
“Do you want me to start?” she asked. I could tell she was nervous. Her hands were shaking on the top of the counter, and her bright blue eyes kept flitting away from my face.
“No, I can.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I want to start by saying that I know everything.”
The color left her face when I said that. Reagan probably never expected for me to piece it all together on my own, but I managed.
“Everything?” she whispered.
I nodded in response. Her hands were resting on the countertop. I could see them balling into fists, her nails digging into her palms. Her chest rose and fell with each deliberate breath.
Even in scrubs, Reagan couldn’t hide her sweet body from me. I could see the curve of her breasts and the width of her hips. All these weeks thinking about her had made my body hunger for hers. I had come to her for one thing, the truth about Bobby, but my mind had wandered into other places, and there was nothing wrong with getting a little taste.
I started to shift to the other side of the counter. Reagan’s eyes widened, but she didn’t do anything to stop me. She just looked up. We were face to face, toe to toe.
I loosened my silk tie, pulling it out from under my collar. When it was free from my neck, Reagan held up her hands, her wrists touching. We were on the same page like we always used to be. It was perfect.
I wrapped my tie around her wrists, binding them together tightly. She grunted when I made the final knot.
“Do you want to check it?”
Reagan pulled against the binding but didn’t get far. “You didn’t forget anything,” she whispered, a blush covering her cheeks.
I smiled because it was true. No matter how much I wanted to, over the years I could never forget Reagan: everything she meant to me, everything we did together. She was a part of who I was, and I had finally come to terms with that.
“Over your head,” I ordered, directing her hands with one finger.
Reagan stood against the desk, arms stretched up, body trembling. I got down on my knees, kneeling in front of her. My hands resting on her side, I pushed her shirt up slightly, revealing her taut stomach. I kissed her belly, just above the hem of her pants, twirling my tongue in her belly button.
I could smell her arousal as I peeled away her scrubs from her legs and pulled them and her panties down. I didn’t get the chance to feast on Reagan’s tight pussy when we met in the club weeks ago, a fact I deeply regretted. I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity the second time around.
Gently, I guided her back onto the counter of the front desk until her legs were up, and her folds were exposed to me. I held onto her hips and dived right into her delicious pussy. Her bounds hands had rested on my shoulders, but the moment I was nose deep in her, the rounded edges of her palms dug into the back of my neck.
“Aiden,” she breathed as her core tensed up.
I kept going, licking and sucking, her juices dripping down to my chin. I feasted on Reagan like a man possessed, as if I hadn’t eaten for years, which was true. I hadn’t tasted her for so long, her body was like finding an oasis after wandering in the desert.
“Oh, fuck!”
Reagan’s grip tightened behind my neck before her body started shuddering. They were small tremors, but I felt the power behind them. Her gasps of pleasure filled my ears. I held onto her as she came back down to me, kissing my way up her body until I was standing again. I took her shirt with me until it caught on her tied hands.
Reagan stepped out of her pants and underwear, so all that remained was her bra. I descended on her mouth, hungrily pulling moans out of her. My fingers made quick work of undoing the clasp on her bra. It fell to the ground, and all of her beauty was revealed to me.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I whispered.
“You’re not too bad yourself.” She winked as she voiced that sentiment.
Being in that moment made me realize how precious time with Reagan was. Memories weren’t enough. I wanted to be with her every day.
“Turn around.”
Her eyes sparkled. Without a word, she carried out my command, shifting until her stomach was flat on the desk. Walking to her head, I untied the knot in my tie, discarded the shirt of her scrubs, and quickly wrapped the silk between the posts of the desk. I bound her hands with either end, making sure she was tied so tightly to the counter that her heavy breasts were pressed hard to the wood.
I walked back in between her legs, spreading them out wide, and giving her a sharp spank on her round ass. The pain made Reagan gasp. Her skin turned deep red. She didn’t flinch. Her hips bucked in longing.
My dick was aching to be buried deep inside of her. I’d been trying to limit myself, and usually, I had terrific self-control. But the nearly two-week drought had caused me to slip. I needed Reagan, and I needed her that very instant.
I unzipped my pants, but maybe I was going too slow because Reagan wiggled her ass and pussy at me. I spanked her again. If I hadn’t been so far gone with desire, I would have made her wait. But I couldn’t.
“Looks like you’re being a naughty girl,” I commented, slapping my hand into the soft flesh of her ass again. She moaned in response.
After being dominated in various ways, Reagan had learned little tricks to regain some power. It made her more fun to deal with as she did love to poke at me. She was the type to try and get a rise out of me, but it was always all in good fun. And I did love to punish her for her naughtiness.
> “I want you inside of me,” she begged.
She bent her knees, her legs wrapping around me, pulling our bodies even closer together. Usually, I’d throw her over my knee and give her a fierce spanking, but I had the same exact desire as her. I wanted to bury myself inside of her pussy to the hilt.
I positioned my cockhead to be at her opening. Pushing my pelvis forward, I felt Reagan’s wet, velvety walls envelop my shaft. Her pussy was pure, fucking heaven, and I got to be a visitor.
“Oh, Aiden,” she sighed when I had filled her up with my hard cock.
I moved my hips back and forth, looking for my rhythm. It didn’t take too long for me to find it, and soon the wet sounds of my body connecting with Reagan’s filled the room.
My muscles were taught as I drove into her over and over again. She was wet, warm, and at my mercy. We both knew it, and we both loved it. Knowing Reagan was mine heightened my desire. Her cries made my shaft harder. She pushed me to the edge of bliss. I would never get enough of her.
My balls started to grow heavy. I could feel my body aching to spill inside of her, fill Reagan with my seed, but I wanted to hold on just a little longer. I wanted to watch her fall apart under me until her pussy milked my cock dry.
“Aiden, I’m about to —”
Reagan didn’t have a chance to finish her sentence. Instead her voice broke into a series of high-pitched squeals, and her pussy quivered hard around my cock. I couldn’t hold back against that massage. I spilled into her a few seconds later, doubling over. I held onto her body as I ground my pelvis against her a few more times, eking out as much pleasure as possible.
“You’re even better than I remember,” she said against my ear as I leaned over her. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too.”
It was nice to finally say it to her. I’d been mulling over the thought for weeks and managed to admit it to myself, but saying it to Reagan made it the whole thing feel more real. Like we were about to have our chance to be together again.
