I was busy with meetings most of the morning, and had to visit a location for a corporate event, so it wasn’t until that afternoon that I was able to reach out to Devin. He didn’t pick up when I called, so I left a message.
As I rode the train home after work, I got a text from him.
Sorry. Crazy ass day. I have to go out of town this week. Be back Saturday. How about taking a flight then?
I was given a reprieve from telling him about Andrew, but I didn’t feel relieved. Now that I’d made the decision to tell him, I wanted to get it over with.
Saturday, I have an event. Sunday?
Several minutes later, his text came in. Sunday. Be ready at 8 and give me the entire day.
I wondered what he had planned. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was planning lunch in Ireland or something.
We’ll be ready.
My parents didn’t seem thrilled that I still hadn’t told him. I explained he was out of town but that we’d made plans for the weekend.
“He says he wants to take Andrew flying.”
“You shouldn’t do it in front of Andrew,” my mother said, shaking her head. “In case he doesn’t take it well.”
She had a point.
“What man won’t take hearing he’s a father well?” My father growled. “He likes the boy. He likes Serena.”
“She’s lied to him for years, Graham. Tell me that wouldn’t make you upset,” my mother said.
He shrugged. “I’d be smart enough to hold it together for the boy.”
“He shouldn’t have to hold it together. Why don’t you leave Andrew here, after your flight,” my mother said.
“Okay,” I agreed. She was right. I didn’t want Andrew to know if Devin was upset about learning he was a father. And Devin deserved to express whatever sort of feeling he was going to have without worrying about upsetting Andrew.
That night, Devin called late.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t talk earlier. I’ve had a bitch of a day.”
“It’s fine. I know running the Roarke empire takes a little time.”
Andrew was in bed, and I had my wine and book. I moved to my bedroom to keep from waking Andrew. For a moment, I wondered if maybe I should tell Devin about Andrew on the phone, but then decided now wasn’t the time. He was distracted with business and was having to leave town. I’d stick with the plan and tell him Sunday after the flight.
“Were you sleeping?” he asked.
“No. Wine and book time. My me-time when Andrew is sleeping.”
“What are you wearing?”
My cheeks heated at the sensual tone in his voice. “What are you?”
“Nothing. I’m laying in bed with an iron-hard dick wishing you were here to help me.”
“That must be painful.” I closed my eyes, imagining just what he described. “I’m sorry I’m not there to help you.”
“What would you do to help me?”
“What would you want me to do?” My clothes felt hot and uncomfortable as my blood heated. I wished I was with him now too.
“Suck it.” He let out a low moan, suggesting he was imagining me sucking his dick.
“All of it? Or just the tip?”
“Fuck. Both.” There was a pause. “Are you touching yourself, Serena?”
“I might have to.”
“Will you think of me when you do?”
He was all I ever thought about. “Yes.”
“When I get back, maybe we can take Andrew to the beach for a few days.”
My heart rolled in my chest at how easily he seemed to accept Andrew as part of the deal with me. “That sounds like fun.”
“And when he’s sleeping, I want to do wicked things to you.”
I closed my eyes as my pussy contracted in pleasure. “I want to do wicked things to you too.”
“Fuck…I’m going to make myself come. Do you want to hear?”
“Yes.” I nearly asked him to video chat it so I could watch him stroke himself, see his handsome face as pleasure washed over it. “I want to hear you come as you imagine me sucking your dick. It’s hitting the back of my throat; I’ve taken you so deep.”
“I’m so hard, Serena. Ah fuck…” He let out a long groan that I recognized as an orgasm. “The real thing is better.”
“Hold that thought,” I said, hoping that when he got back and I told him the truth, that he’d still want to take me and Andrew to the beach.
“You know, it’s your turn now.”
“For what?” I asked.
“I want to hear you come. Touch yourself. Imagine me eating your sweet pussy.”
My body arched as my fingers slid underneath my panties. I hoped this wasn’t going to be our last intimate encounter.
“Devin?” His name escaped on a harsh breath.
“Oh yeah…you’re hot…I can hear it in your voice.”
“Yes, so hot. I want you to know…”
“Know what baby?”
“No limitations.” I was rubbing my clit, thinking of him lapping and sucking it, but not like before. Not with my mind worried about secrets and issues. I imagined he and I together with the truth out and him totally committed to me and Andrew, and us to him. We were open and free with each other.
“I wish I was there right now. I can’t tell you how bad I want to fuck you right now.”
“I wish that too.”
“When I get back, baby. You and me and Andrew…no limitations.”
My orgasm hit, rolling through me with a mixture of hope and fear. “Promise me.”
“I promise.”
20
Devin
I always enjoyed Europe, but this trip I was on the edge the entire time. Serena was finally putting aside her hesitation and ready to see what this thing between us could be, but instead of getting right to it, I had to go to Paris to check on the new club. What if she changed her mind while I was gone?
What had become clear to me was that the wall she kept enacting before had to do with her son. I tried not to be offended that she thought I was an asshole or a jerk that I’d not want to be with her because of Andrew, especially since I had told her I didn’t see myself as marriage or parent material. I was recognizing that I was wrong about that. I didn’t know if Serena was the one, but I knew I wanted to see where things went with us. I understood that Andrew was part of the package, and I was looking forward to spending more time with him. I’d apparently passed the parent test too, or at least her mother.
On Sunday morning, I showed up in a limo because I wanted to give Andrew the full fun day package. It was such a joy to watch his eyes light up at seeing the car and then exploring all the cool stuff in it like the gaming device and mini-fridge.
“He’s going to think you ride like this all the time,” Serena said with the prettiest smile as she watched her son take in the car.
“Maybe I will from now on. At least with Andrew.” I took her hand and kissed it. “Maybe we can go on a date just you and me. There’s lots of adult things that can be done in here, too.”
Her cheeks flushed, and this time I leaned over and kissed her lips.
“You’re kissing my mommy.” Andrew pointed at me. “Are you her boyfriend now?”
“Are you okay with that?” I asked him.
“Yep. Will you be my new daddy then?”
My heart stalled in my chest, and I looked at Serena for guidance on how to respond. She flinched and looked almost panicked.
I sucked in a breath. “No matter what, Andrew, I’ll always be your friend. Is that okay?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
Luckily, we pulled into the airport and he was immediately distracted by the plane.
He pressed his face to the window. “Is this our airplane?”
“It is. It’s a gulf stream. Did you learn about that in your book?”
“A little bit. Is it fast?”
“Fast enough.” We piled out of the car and Andrew rushed up the steps. We caught up to him as he oo
hed and ahhed at the cockpit where my two pilots were telling him about how to fly the plane.
“Baby, maybe we should let them focus on their job,” Serena said, putting her hands on his shoulders.
“I want to watch.”
“I tell you what,” I said picking him up. “Let them get us in the air, and then you can watch.”
“”kay.” I put him down and he ran up the aisle. “Is the bedroom back here?”
I laughed. “Yes.”
“Andrew, come sit down until we’re in the air, okay?” Serena said following him up the aisle. She looked into the room.
“More adult activity can be done there,” I whispered in her ear. “Are you in the mile high club?”
Again her cheeks flushed. “No.”
I waggled my brows. “I’ll add it to my list.” It was probably perverse how much I enjoyed initiating her into sexual escapades.
We buckled Andrew into a seat where he could look out the window. Serena and I sat on the couch that ran along the length of the main cabin area.
“I guess this is nothing but a thing, for you,” she said, taking in the leather seats.
“I’ve been fortunate in my life financially.”
She turned to look at me. “But it sometimes is a weight?”
I smiled as I gently tugged on a tendril of her hair. “The money isn’t. The way people act because of it is. Expectations from my family. People who see dollar signs instead of Devin.”
She pressed a hand to my cheek. “I see Devin.”
“I know.” I pulled her hand to my chest. “That’s the real fortune.”
She sighed, and while she looked happy, there was something in her eyes that I could only describe as concern. Was she afraid to fly? Was she worried about me not treating Andrew right? Maybe she was concerned about my family, which admittedly, was a legitimate concern. While my mother had backed off on pushing me to marry Evie, I had no doubt she wouldn’t be happy about my bringing Serena home. Dealing with Serena’s father was a piece of cake compared to what my mother might do.
So far, my plan had been to keep my mother out of my personal relationships, but if this thing between Serena and I progressed, I needed to prepare them both. Especially with Andrew now involved.
With the plane ready and doors locked, we headed out to the runway and soon the wheels lifted and we were airborne.
When I first met Serena, my life was one endless bore of a day after another. With her, I’d been able to see the world with new eyes. I’d been able to have new experiences. The same was turning out to be true being around Andrew.
How many times had I been on this plane? I arrived back from Europe on it on Friday. To me, it was a mode of transportation. But watching Andrew, his eyes wide, bouncing in his seat, laughing with such joy, I knew I’d been spoiled and jaded.
“I don’t know that I’ve ever seen him this happy and excited,” Serena said. She was smiling because her kid was happy. I vowed to do as much as I could to make them both happy.
Less than an hour later, we were coming in for a landing.
“Is that the Washington Monument,” Serena asked looking out the window.
“It is.”
She whipped her head to me. “We’re in Washington, D.C.?”
“Yes.”
“What’s Washington, D.C.?” Andrew asked from his perch by the window.
“It’s where the president lives,” Serena said.
“Are we going to see the president?” Andrew looked at me with wide-eyed awe.
“No. We’re going to see something better.”
I had a car waiting which took us over the Potomac and to Jefferson Drive.
“Where are we?” Andrew asked as I ushered us out of the car.
“Andrew. Welcome to the National Air and Space Museum.”
“Oh God, Devin…” Serena looked at the building and then at me. For a moment I thought I saw love in her eyes. My heart clenched in my chest as I realized I wanted that. “I can’t believe you did this.”
“What is it?” Andrew asked, grabbing my hand and jumping up and down.
I squatted down. “This museum has planes and rockets and all things that fly in the air and in outer space.”
Andrew’s mouth and eyes rounded like saucers. “Really?”
“Really. We’re going to see it all.” I took his hand and put my arm around Serena taking them to the entrance of the museum. They weren’t mine. Not really. But I felt like they were. I definitely wanted them to be.
The minute we walked in, Andrew’s mouth was agape. Planes and jets hung from the ceiling. There were space vehicles and moon rocks. There were old planes and new ones. There was a space shuttle. We took it all in, even the movies.
I took them to dinner at a Roarke owned restaurant in Georgetown, of course, and by the time we arrived back at the airport, Andrew was sound asleep. I put him back in the bedroom, feeling bad he’d probably sleep through that. Still, I felt like fucking Superman the way that kid looked at me. Serena too.
I got us both a glass of wine and sat with her on the couch for the flight back to New York.
“Today was amazing, Devin. Thank you. He’ll never forget this.”
“I was happy to do it. Really. To see all that through his eyes…” I couldn’t completely express what I was feeling.
She looked at me and it seemed like she wanted to say something.
“What?” I prodded.
She shook her head. “I’m just overwhelmed by it all. By you.”
I grinned. “In a good way, right?”
“Right.” She leaned forward and kissed me. Again, it felt like there was something unsettling in the kiss. Not that she was pulling away like before, but a wall still existed. “You’re an amazing man.” She said when she pulled away.
I studied her, wishing I could read her mind. “You’re amazing too.”
She looked down like she didn’t believe it. Finally, she looked at me. “When we get back, my parents said they’d take Andrew for the night.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the right response, but my dick perked up at that. “Oh?”
“We can have some time just the two of us.”
Now I was confused because it seemed like that meant sex, and yet, her expression had that same worry.
“Will you tell me what’s going on with you?”
Her head snapped up at me like she was surprised that I could tell. “Yes.”
“Good. Will we be able to make love too?”
She bit her lip. “I hope so.”
When we dropped Andrew off with her parents, they had a similar expression as Serena and I couldn’t help but feel like a shoe was about to drop. I wasn’t ready for that, so when we got to her apartment, I pressed her body against the door and kissed her hard.
“I want you Serena.”
“We need to talk—”
“Sex first. Talk later.”
She looked at me with those pretty blue eyes that held sadness. What the fuck was wrong? But she nodded, and took my hand to lead me to her room. She kissed me, and everything else left my brain except her and my need to touch her, to be inside her.
It seemed like forever until we were naked, but finally, my hands and lips were on her soft skin. I feasted on her nipples, savoring the sounds she made as I sucked and nipped at them.
“Fuck me, Devin, I need you inside me.”
Her voice sounded desperate and I wanted to give her what she needed, while at the same time, I wanted to take this thing as slow as possible. I couldn’t help but feel dread at whatever the hell she needed to talk to me about, so I wanted to put it off as long as possible.
“I’m going to make you come, baby,” I said as I made my way down her body to her sweet pussy.
“I want your dick,” she gasped as I licked her clit.
“You will, baby. You will.” I didn’t give her the opportunity to talk more as I dove into her pussy. I licked and sucked. I thrust my tongue inside her, sw
eeping it around her sweet pussy walls. She arched and writhed on the bed as I drove her higher and higher.
“Devin!” she screamed my name and her sweet juice coated my mouth as her orgasm overtook her. I continued to lick and lave, bringing her down.
I reached for the condom packet worried I’d come when I rolled it on, I was so fucking hard.
She put her hand over mine. “You don’t need that.”
My brain wasn’t fully functioning so I just stared at her.
“I’m on the pill. I have been for years. It keeps me regular.”
I had no clue what that meant, but I didn’t care. Fuck, at this point, I’m not sure I cared if she was on it or not. To fuck her without a barrier? The idea of it made my brain short-circuit.
“I’m clean,” I managed. “Safe. Healthy.”
She smiled. “Me too.”
I positioned myself over her. I stared down into her eyes, and emotion swelled in my chest like I’d never felt before.
“I think I’m in love with you, Serena.”
She gasped, and her eyes filled with tears. I hoped to hell they were happy ones.
“Show me.” She said, as her hands gripped my ass and pulled me to her. “Make love to me.”
I pressed the tip of my dick into her pussy, and just that little contact felt like I’d gone to heaven. She was soft and wet, and as I pushed in, I swore I could feel every inch of her.
“I’m not going to last,” I said as I reached the limit.
“I want to feel you come in me.”
I groaned as her words send erotic shots of electricity straight to my dick. I moved, wanting to keep things slow and steady to ensure she’d come again. But almost immediately the pressure shot up and my dick was ready to explode.
“Fuck, Serena…are you close, baby?”
“Yes. Devin, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
I kissed her hard, wanting contact with every bit of her body as my hips bucked in and out, up and down, harder, faster.
She cried out, arching underneath me. Her pussy gripped my cock so hard, stars burst behind my eyes.
A long feral growl tore from my chest as my orgasm ripped through my body. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” I chanted like a loon as I pumped and pumped, releasing load after load, filling her pussy.
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