by Vi Keeland
“Are you okay?”
“I was wrong. I shouldn’t have made the decision for us. I love him, Del. Graham’s right. I wouldn’t be taking him away from his daughter. I’d be giving her another person in her life who loves her. I’m not Theresa. I want to be involved in Chloe’s life. I realized last night that I wasn’t just mourning the loss of Graham. I’d also lost a little girl I loved.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Drop down on my knees and beg for forgiveness.”
Del snort-laughed. “He’s a man. If you drop to your knees, you won’t be able to beg for anything. Your mouth will be too full.”
She had a point. Stripping out of my clothes, I ran back into the bathroom in a bra and panties to wash up. As I used the facecloth to wash my face, under my arms, and all of the important parts, I spoke to Del. “I owe him such a big apology. I hope I haven’t ruined things for us. He seems to understand why I did it already. I just hope I can make things right again.”
Del leaned against the bathroom door as I brushed my teeth. She was holding some of my clothes and held them out to me when I finished. “Here. Wear this. Your tits bulge out of the top of that shirt. That’ll go a long way toward making it right again.”
I smiled as I slipped on my pants. “These tits are how it all started, ya know.”
“And that feather on your foot. I get credit for some of this, too, since it was my husband who inked you with the identifying mark that helped Mr. Big Prick solve the Soraya puzzle.”
The mention of the tattoo on my foot made me look down. My feet were bare, and I stared at the feather. Graham had gotten the same one inked over his heart. How could I have thought that being without him was good for either of us? We’d been together a little over a month when he’d made my name permanent on his body. He was the most romantic, arrogant, stuck-up suit I’d ever come across in my life. And he was perfect for me.
Washed and dressed, I flitted back into the bedroom in search of some perfume. Del continued to follow me around. “Are you going to text him, or just wait for him to show up here again?”
“I don’t know. What do you think I should do?” My heart was racing with anticipation. If I had to wait much longer to get to him, it might explode.
Del was quiet as I brushed out my hair and slipped on my flip flops. Then she picked up the phone and called Tig. I half listened as she spoke. When she hung up, she grinned at me. “I have a plan for you to reunite with MBP.”
“A plan?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then take off your shirt again.”
CHAPTER 33
GRAHAM
A FEW BLOCKS FROM WHERE Soraya was staying, I stumbled upon an old red caboose that was turned into a diner. Smiling, I decided to go in and grab a cup of coffee. I’d traveled all morning and then walked the beach for hours waiting to hear back from Soraya. Some caffeine was definitely in order if I was going to have the stamina to go at it as hard as I planned to when I finally got my woman back in my arms.
“I’ll have a large, black coffee,” I said to the waitress as I slid into the booth. The entire inside of the restaurant was retrofitted to function as a diner, yet much of the original interior of the railroad car was intact. I was sitting in an actual train seat when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Seeing Soraya’s name on my screen made my entire body instantly jumpstart back to life. I swiped to open and was surprised to find it wasn’t a text at all. It was a picture. Or pictures, actually. Very unexpected ones. A picture of her gorgeous tits, a picture of her sexy legs, and a picture of her very fuckable ass. The three shots were similar to our first text exchange, the photos she had left behind on my phone when she stormed out of my office. Only I could see these photos were taken recently from the tan lines that now marked her skin. Her middle finger that was flipping me off between her cleavage that first time, was noticeably absent from the new photos. I saved the pictures to my iPhone and texted back immediately.
Graham: Where are you? Those are my tits, legs, and ass. I’m coming to get them.
As I sat inside the diner waiting for her response, I got a sense of déjà vu. That guy walking a goat today was absolutely right. Here I was, sitting in a train car, looking at pictures of the tits, legs, and ass of a woman who drove me nuts. Again. There were no coincidences in life. This journey we took, however fucked up of a turn it made, was meant to happen for us.
Soraya: I’m out with Delia. I won’t be back for a few hours.
I raked my fingers through my hair in frustration. I needed to see her now. If that wasn’t physically possible, I at least needed to know for sure that we were on the same page.
Graham: Tell me I’m right. I can’t wait any longer. You didn’t cheat, and you did this for me and Chloe?
The wait as she texted back was agonizing.
Soraya: I asked Marco to pretend to be with me. He’s Tig’s cousin. I would never have really cheated on you.
Graham: You should have talked to me.
Soraya: I know that now. It was stupid.
Graham: It was, and I’m going to put you over my lap and spank your ass as punishment later.
Soraya: Promise?
Graham: I want to promise you lots of things, sweetheart. But I’d prefer to do that in person. What time will you be back?
Soraya: I’m not sure. I’ll text you when I get back to the condo. Where are you?
Graham: A few blocks away, sitting on a train.
Soraya: A train?
Graham: Don’t worry. It’s immobile. I’m not going anywhere without you.
Soraya: Promise?
Graham: Nothing will keep me from you, Soraya.
I sat in that train for more than two hours waiting. Soraya had said she would text me when she arrived back at the condo, and my patience was dwindling. Unable to sit still any longer, I walked the boardwalk until my phone finally buzzed.
Soraya: I’m back.
Graham: On my way.
Delia’s brother’s condo was on the sixth floor, unit 6G. I pushed the button for the elevator and waited impatiently. The light above the doors slowly illuminated each number as it climbed the floors. The damn thing was crawling and still needed to make its way back down. I couldn’t wait that long. Finding the door to the stairs, I started up the first of six flights. By the third set, I should have been starting to slow down, but instead, I began to take them two at a time. My heart was beating out of my chest, yet I wasn’t even slightly winded. I needed to get to her. At the start of the sixth flight, I full-on ran the rest of the way up. When I reached her floor, I flung open the hall door and continued to sprint down the hall. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins when I arrived in front of unit 6G.
I tried to take a deep, calming breath, but it was impossible to relax. My chest heaved up and down. I need to see her so badly.
I knocked and waited.
When it finally opened, I froze for a moment.
Soraya.
God, she was fucking incredible.
She was standing at the door wearing only a hot pink bra and panties, and her tips were dyed hot pink to match. Never in my life had I seen such beauty. I stood there for a full minute, just taking her in. Then, I finally spoke. “What does hot pink mean?”
She looked me in the eyes. “Love. It means I’m in love.”
My eyes closed. For a second, I thought I might pussy out right there at the threshold and cry. I was so fucking happy, my emotions needed an outlet.
“I’m afraid to come in.”
“Why?” Her face momentarily dropped.
“Because there’s so much I want to do to you, so much I feel right now, I’m afraid I won’t be gentle.”
Her cheeks flushed a bit. “I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to be you. A bossy, stuck-up ass with an unexpectedly sweet side. A dad that is going to love his daughter unconditionally no matter what, and never leave her behind. And a dominant partne
r in bed who sometimes needs it a little rough. I want all of you, Graham.”
I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. “Oh, you’re going to get it all, alright. My mouth, my hand, my fingers, my body, my cock.” Taking her into my arms, I kissed her with everything I had.
Between kisses, she apologized over and over again. “I’m sorry for what I did. I thought I was doing the right thing.”
“I know you did. Just promise me you’ll never push me away again, baby.”
“I promise.”
I surprised her by lifting her off her feet and cradling her in my arms. “Since you answered the door in that outfit, I’m guessing Delia isn’t here.”
“She has family in Hermosa Beach. She’s staying at a cousin’s for the night.”
“Remind me to send her a thank you gift. Perhaps a car.”
I began walking down a hallway looking for a bedroom. When I set her down on the edge of the mattress, I realized that her foot was bandaged. “What happened here?”
“I fixed my tattoo.”
“The feather one?” She changed the one I had replicated on my chest?
“Yes.” She leaned down to the dressing and slowly peeled part of it back. I held my breath until I realized she hadn’t changed the tattoo, she had added to it. Just as I had done, there was a name scripted above the feather. Graham.
Having no words, I leaned in and kissed her. When we came up for air, she pointed her eyes back down at her foot for me to follow. “Don’t you want to see the rest of the changes I made?”
I squinted my eyes. “More ink?”
“Go ahead, take it off.” She bit her bottom lip and lifted her shapely leg up.
If there was any doubt in my mind that she was the perfect woman for me, seeing what she had done would have erased every last shred of it. I stared down, emotions choking me up. “I don’t know what to say. It’s beautiful.” Written in the same script as my name above the feather was Chloe, beneath it.
“I love you, Graham. And your daughter, too. I know it’s early, and we need to go slow, but I want to be part of her life. I want to be involved. You were right. Just because of how things worked out with my own father, doesn’t mean it can’t work. I want to pick her up from dance classes and burn cookies with her on weekends. I want to watch her grow up and learn from her incredible father. I don’t just love you, Graham…” I caught a tear as it fell down her check. “I love Chloe, too.”
Hearing those words, it felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. She loves me and my daughter. It was the first time since I was a child that I felt like I had a real family again.
“I came in here with so much pent up emotions that I was nervous I wouldn’t be gentle with you. But somehow, you softened me. I love you, too, gorgeous…more than anything. I’m in better control now, although I still need to be inside of you. Tell me…” I began to strip out of my clothes. “Do you want me to make love to you now and fuck you hard later. Or fuck you hard now and save sweet for seconds?”
She didn’t answer right away. I made quick work shedding my clothes, and as I hooked my fingers into my boxers, I stopped and looked to her for an answer. “What’s it going to be, Soraya?” I pulled down my boxer briefs, revealing I was fully ready for her, either choice she gave.
She licked her lips. “Fuck first. Sweet second.”
“Good choice.” She was sitting on the edge of the bed. I removed her panties and felt the wetness already between her legs before I lifted her. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
I moved us to the wall, pinned her back against it, and wasted no time lifting her onto my cock. “Fuuuck.” I let out a groan as I pulled her down onto me. It was amazing that it had only been less than two weeks since the last time I was inside of her. The way that I longed for this, made it feel like an eternity that we were apart. I tried to go slow at first, making sure her body was ready for me. But when she moaned and told me she loved me and loved my cock inside of her, all bets were off.
I pounded into her hard and fast. At one point, I worried that I was hurting her because of the sound of her body slamming repeatedly against the wall. But when I tried to go easier, she begged for me to go even harder. There was nothing better than hearing the woman you loved telling you that she loved your cock and wanted it harder. We both came long and hard, yelling out as we released together at the same time. I was sure the neighbors had to have heard. Hell, I wanted them to hear. I wanted the whole fucking world to know what this woman did to me.
I mumbled against her lips, “I fucking love you, Soraya Venedetta.”
“I love you, too, Suit. I think I fell in love with you before I even met you.”
I smirked. “It must have been my incredible charm over text.”
“Actually, you were pretty much an asshole. It was the pictures you kept on your phone that made me realize that there was a beautiful man underneath that heart of steel.”
“I like the pictures that I received this morning much better than the ones that were there before we met. Perhaps I should make daily snapshots like that part of the restitution you owe me for the grief you’ve put me through.”
“I can do that. You’re easy.”
“I didn’t say that was all your restitution.”
“Let me guess, you’ll take additional payment in the form of blowjobs?”
“That sounds like a start.”
Her eyebrows jumped. “A start? How long will I be indebted to you to make amends exactly?”
I cupped her cheeks. “I’d say sixty should do it.”
“Sixty days? I think I can handle that.”
“Years, Soraya. I expect sexy snapshots and blowjobs for the next sixty years.”
Her face turned serious. “There’s nothing I would actually like more.”
“Good. Because you really didn’t have a choice in the matter. This was the first and last time you’ll leave me.”
EPILOGUE
SORAYA
CHLOE SLURPED HER FROZEN HOT CHOCOLATE as we sat together at Serendipity 3. Graham kept texting me. He was freaking out because he was stuck in traffic after taking Meme to her first day back at Jazzercise class this morning. I knew he wanted tonight to go perfectly, but I reassured him that Chloe was content and that there was no reason for him to rush.
Of course, I understood why he was nervous. To Chloe, though, it was just like any other night having dinner out with us.
“Can I have a sip?” I asked.
She nodded and repositioned the straw to face in my direction.
“Mmm. That’s so good. No wonder why you like it.”
Chloe rested her chin in her palms and confessed, “My mom got mad at me this morning.”
“Why?” I asked with my mouth full of the beverage.
“I wanted pink hair like you.”
Genevieve must love me.
“Uh oh. What did you do?”
“I was painting my hair with my watercolors.”
Trying not to let her see me laugh, I smiled inwardly. It touched me that she wanted to be like me.
“Chloe, don’t try to color it again. It doesn’t work anyway as you probably discovered, right? Someday, I’ll do it for you the right way if you still want pink hair by then.”
She was beaming. “You will?” I loved when I could see Graham’s expressions in her face.
“Yeah. But not anytime soon.”
I made a mental note to look for some hot pink clip-in extensions for the next time we’d play dress up. Chloe and I had a ton of fun on weekends when she stayed with Graham and me. She loved to put on my dresses and attempt to walk in my heels. I was sure Genevieve would have flipped if she knew half the things we did. To Chloe, I was more like a fun big sister than a disciplinarian.
A few months after reuniting with Graham in Hermosa Beach, I moved out of my Brooklyn apartment and into his condo. While I liked having my own space, it didn’t make sense to keep the apartment when my insatiable man insisted
I spend every night in his bed. So, I gave in, and honestly, it made life easier since now he only had to go back and forth between two places—Chloe’s house and ours.
When Graham walked into the restaurant, he was weaving around tables, looking flustered.
“You made it!” I smiled.
“Damn traffic.”
“Damn is a swear, Graham Cracker,” Chloe chided.
“Give me some sugar, Sugar Cookie,” he said to Chloe as he leaned his cheek in for a smooch.
Graham gave me a chaste kiss on the lips then sat down. He was sweating and took a napkin to his entire face. He looked at me, and I placed my palm on his knee.
“I love you,” I mouthed.
Fresh beads of sweat formed on his forehead. After the waitress brought him a water and a menu, he began nervously ripping apart a different napkin. When he started to click his watch back and forth, I knew he was about to do it. Then, he began to speak.
“So, Chloe, there’s something I need to talk to you about tonight,” he said.
Chloe just continued to sip her drink while she looked at him innocently with her big doe eyes.
He continued, “I’ve been keeping something from you.”
“Did you take one of my toys home by mistake?”
He laughed nervously. “No. It’s about your dad.”
“What about Daddy?”
Graham inhaled slowly then exhaled. “Your father, Liam…he loved you very much. I know losing him was hard. He’ll always be your dad. But there are different kinds of dads. Sometimes, children can have more than one. Like your friend, Molly, for example. She has no mother but two dads who are married. What I’m trying to say is…I’m actually one of your dads, too.”
She was silent then said, “Were you married to my father who died? Mom told me having two dads is called being gay.”
“No.” Graham looked at me, and we both couldn’t help but laugh a little. He continued, “I was with your mother before him. Genevieve and I made you together. I didn’t know about it at the time, though. Then your mother and your father, Liam, got married. Liam fell in love with you and became your dad. He believed he was your only dad. I only found out you existed after Liam passed away. When I saw your face, I knew you were mine. I know it’s confusing, baby girl.” He placed his hand on her chin. “See how much we look alike? That’s because you’re my daughter.”
