by Amy Brent
“Can I ask you something?” I asked. I let my hand slide from his and leaned back with my hands in my lap. I laced my fingers together to keep them from shaking.
He mustered a smile and said, “Of course. Anything.”
“Am I just a distraction?”
He frowned. “Just a distraction?”
“Yes.”
“You are an amazing distraction,” he said, looking at me with a sideways grin that faded after a few seconds. “Are you just a distraction? Honestly? I don’t know.”
“Okay,” I said, staring down at my hands. “That’s fair.”
He dipped his head to get me to look up at him. “Am I just a distraction?”
I let my shoulders slowly go up and down. “Honestly? I don’t know.”
He smiled at me and I smiled back. He said, “Well, I guess we are just two distracted people.”
“Apparently so,” I said. I was doing my best to keep the tears from my eyes. “So, exactly what does that mean?”
Cody stirred in the living room. I got up from the table to check on him. He had just rolled over and was already snoring softly again by the time I got in the room. I came back into the kitchen and started to sit in the chair, but Ryder scooted his chair back and held out a hand. I slid onto his lap and put my arm around his neck. He rested his hand on my leg. I felt a little tingle shoot from his fingers to my crotch.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about us,” he said, gazing into my eyes. He squeezed my leg. “About this. And I think maybe we should just…”
“You don’t have to say it,” I said. “I understand.”
“You understand what?” he asked, his eyes drifting around my face.
“I understand that you just lost your wife and we may be moving too fast. I mean, I love your little boy and I love our time together, but there is the age difference and, well, we don’t really know each other. I mean, we really just met a few days ago.”
“All true,” he said, nodding.
“And, well, I know how men are.”
He was trying not smile. “You do? How are we?”
“Yes, I do,” I said, bumping him with my shoulder. “You have needs. Especially now, with everything that has happened. You need a distraction. You need someone to support you and make you feel better.”
“All true again.”
“And I love being the one to do that, but I think we just have to accept this for what it is.”
“And what is that… exactly?” he asked.
I thought about it for a second. “Well, I guess it’s just sex. Great fucking sex.”
“And are you okay with that?” he asked. “For now?”
“Am I okay with just fucking you without strings?” I thought the answer would come quickly, but it didn’t. I felt my face melting into a sad clown mask. My lip quivered. My eyes filled with tears. God, I was such a girl!! I muttered, “I don’t know.”
Ryder looked deep into my eyes for a moment, then pressed his lips softly to mine. The arm around my waist pulled me closer. I cradled his head in my arms and pressed my cheek to the top of his head.
He said, “How about this… What if we distract each other and just see where it leads.” He pulled back so I could see his face. “I like you, Lolita. I really, really do. Do I think that we are soulmates and meant to be together? Fuck if I know. Do I think we’ll be sitting in this kitchen a year from now… two years… ten? Again, I don’t know. What I do know is that you make me happy and I don’t want to stop doing whatever it is we are doing. I like you. And I love this. So let’s just have fun and see where it goes. Fair enough?”
“Wow,” I said, snorting through my tears. “That would be…”
“Awesome?”
“I was going to say perfect, but yes, that would be awesome.”
“Good,” he said, nuzzling my neck with his nose. “Now, why don’t I put Cody to bed and meet you in my room. It’s been a very long day. I could really use a little distraction right now.”
Epilog: Lolita
I grew up a lot that summer, taking care of Cody’s needs during the day and his daddy’s needs at night. I went from being an immature, naïve nineteen-year-old girl who was having hot sex with an older man, to being a somewhat more mature, slightly-less naïve twenty-year-old woman who was so in love with the man of her dreams I could feel it in my bones. The age difference slowly melted away and became a non-issue. Ryder said it was because I was an old soul and he acted like a kid most of the time. Somehow, we met in the middle, and we meshed perfectly. I had never been happier in my entire life and neither had he.
My mother was resistant to our relationship at first, giving Ryder the cold shoulder and me the heated glances, but once she saw how happy we were, and how wonderful Ryder treated me and his little boy, she came around. She even started babysitting Cody so Ryder and I could have our “quiet time” on the weekends. My mom knew the importance of pussy power when it came to keeping a relationship happy and alive.
The clincher was when Cody started calling her Nana. Mom was horrified at first, claiming, “I’m too young to be a grandmother!”, but soon she was as in love with that little boy as I was. And she proudly told everyone that she was Cody’s Nana.
Ryder went back to work for Quinn, but stopped traveling overseas and taking long-term assignments. He worked out of the DC office and only accepted assignments that let him be home most of the time. He still traveled some, but not like he used to. I don’t think he could stand to be away from Cody and me for more than a day or two at a time. When he’d get home, he would practically ravage me in the car on the way to our house. Yes, I said our house. I moved in with Ryder and Cody after a few months, with Cody’s permission, of course. It just made sense all the way around, especially at night when my boys needed me most.
Hank Perkins pleaded no contest and was found guilty of vehicular homicide in Bethany’s death. He was sentenced to ten years at Wallens Ridge, but could be out in five with good behavior. Poor Emily turned to Jesus and vowed to wait for her wayward husband who had been led astray by the power of her sister’s you-know-what. Her boys were devastated that their daddy had gone to jail. I encouraged their Uncle Ryder to spend as much time with them as he could, having them to our house for sleepovers and filling in until their dad could come home. I knew what it was like to grow up without a dad. Even a shitty one. I would have hated for that to happen to Hank and Emily’s boys.
Speaking of dads, my mom and I talked a lot about my dad, Pervy Percy Hall, and I learned about him through her eyes. When he knocked her up, he was forty-two, the same age as Ryder’s BFF Quinn (who mom thinks she knows by the way, how weird is that?).
Back then, Mr. Hall—Percy— had coal black hair and deep blue eyes, a Kennedy jawline and an athletic body from running track in college. She said he was funny, charming, witty, caring, and popular with all the high school girls. Mom said she didn’t really think he was a pervert. She just thought he liked young pussy. Hell, neither of us could really fault him for that now, could we. Neither could Ryder, who insisted on checking him out before agreeing that I should see him. If the guy had a history of having sex with young girls, Ryder warned, there may be other skeletons in his closet that I didn’t need to find. Ryder used his contacts to get the low down on him for me.
“He’s sixty-three and lives alone in a little house on Sutton Street,” Ryder said, handing me a single sheet of paper that had a grainy driver’s license photo of my father in one corner and the assorted details of his life covering the rest. “He’s never been married, no children on record, never arrested or convicted of a crime. He’s taught at Arlington High for forty years and is set to retire at the end of this school year. There’s never been a complaint filed against him with the school, so either he’s very lucky or very shrewd or wasn’t screwing everyone like your mom thought.”
“That’s good… I guess.” I glanced up at him with hopeful eyes. “Don’t you think?”
He gave
me a sympathetic smile. “Maybe.”
“Should I call him?” I asked as I stared at the photograph, studying my father’s eyes. I resembled him around the eyes. I wondered what he looked like when he was my age. Mom said she bet he would have been quite the hotty…
“That’s up to you,” Ryder said, pulling me in for a hug. “Just don’t get your hopes up. And be prepared if he doesn’t want to have anything to do with you.” Ryder took the page and we stared at it together. “Some men have a hard time dealing with the past. They never quite learn how to get over it.”
He handed me the page, kissed the top of my head, and walked away. I wondered if he was talking about my dad or about himself.
* * *
“What are you thinking about?” Ryder asked as he came out of the bathroom fresh from a shower and switched off the light. He had a wet towel wrapped around his waist. His hard body was damp with drops of water. He went to the bedroom door and listened for Cody for a moment, then quietly closed the door and dropped the towel. I kicked off the sheet to reveal my naked body and spread my legs for him. I had one hand on my breast, my fingers squeezing my nipple purple, and the other on my clit, rolling it around like a little pea under a silk cloth. Ryder gave me a devious grin and stroked his cock as he walked across the room and climbed into bed on top of me. I was ready and waiting for him, my pussy primed and moistened by the foreplay of my own fingers. By the time he moved in between my legs, his cock was hard and ready to invade my wet hole.
“I was just thinking about the past few months,” I said with a happy sigh. I put my hands on his cheeks and looked him in the eye. “It’s been such a wild ride.”
“And it’s just beginning,” he said, bracing himself on his thick arms and leaning down to kiss me like he was doing a sexy push-up. His mouth was warm and wet. His tongue parted my lips and slipped inside my mouth.
“You feel so good,” I said, reaching down between us to take his hard cock in my hand. I put my legs around his waist and guided his cock toward my pussy. I swirled the head of his cock around my wet hole to lube it up, then prodded him into me with my heels on his ass. I took a deep breath as his cock stretched my hole to come inside.
“You feel… so… fucking good,” he said, his hips slowly moving in and out, in and out. “Your pussy is so fucking tight…” He smiled at me. “Do you do exercises down there?”
I smiled as the heat from my cunt radiated through my body. “Yes, I do Ryder lifts,” I said, my breath getting heavy. “One… two… three… fuck… god… your cock is better than… some silly old… barbell…”
“God… I’m already… about… to cum,” he said after a minute or two. He stared into my eyes as his thrusts grew faster and deeper. My tits were bouncing on my chest. I clutched them in my hands to keep them still. “Are you ready… to cum…”
“Yes, my darling,” I said, my hands squeezing my tits, my heels prodding him along. “Fuck… me… hard… I’m… about… to… cum…”
The orgasm shuddered through me, burning me up inside, making me sweat like my pussy was on fire. I could smell my juices as they gushed from my pussy to soak Ryder’s cock and balls. His body tensed as he came, filling my cunt with his hot, milky seed. The warmth spread through me like wildfire. I could feel him deep inside me… in my cunt… in my stomach... in my chest… I swear, I could taste his cock at the back of my throat…
Ryder gritted his teeth and grunted like a wild animal when he came. We’d learned to be quiet when Cody was around. If he heard grunts and moans coming from Daddy and Lolo’s room, he’d come a running to see what was up.
He’d caught us making love under the sheets with the lights off one night and when he asked what we were doing, quick-thinking Ryder said, “We’re wrestling.”
Which was the wrong thing to say because then Cody said, “I wanted to wrestle, too!”
I blew out a long breath and felt my body deflating as the orgasm drifted away and the afterglow set in. Ryder was panting like a dog above me. I opened my eyes to find him smiling down at me.
“Fuck… that just keeps getting… better and better…” he said with a sigh. He leaned down and kissed me on the nose. “I love you, my little Lolita. I love you so very fucking much.”
I giggled. “I love you, too, you dirty old man.”
He lowered himself onto the bed and I rolled into him, resting my head on his chest as he scratched his nails along my back. After a moment of listening to him breath, I asked him the question I’d been dying to ask all day.
“Which do you think Cody would prefer?” I asked, gazing up at him with eyes full of love. “A little brother or a little sister?”
Ryder’s lips moved for a moment, but nothing came out. Finally, his entire face broke into a wide grin and his eyes filled with tears. He said, “I think Cody would be happy either way. And so would I.”
THE END
EXTENDED EPILOG: LOLITA
Almost nine months to the day after moving in with Ryder and Cody, I gave birth to our daughter, April Marie Ryder. She was eight pounds, six ounces, with pink rosy cheeks and a headful of dark peach fuzz. She had my nose and her daddy’s dark eyes. She truly was a miracle baby, given that I was on birth control when she was conceived. Ryder said she was like a little SEAL. She was determined to be born and nothing was going to stop her.
“She’s beautiful,” Ryder said, standing by the bed watching our daughter nurse. She was less than eight hours old and we were both madly in love with her. He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “You’re beautiful, too.”
“I don’t feel beautiful,” I said with a tired smile. “In fact, I feel like shit.”
Ryder smiled. “Yeah, well, ten hours of labor will do that to you.” He gently rubbed his fingers across April’s wispy hair. “Cody is dying to meet his little sister. I thought I ‘d bring him by this afternoon.”
“That would be awesome,” I said. “He’s going to be such a good big brother.” April let go of my nipple (thank God!!) and immediately fell asleep with a milky smile on her face. I shoved my sore tit back into the gown and held my daughter to my breast and rocked her gently.
“There’s something else,” Ryder said. He got to his knees beside the bed and reached into his shirt pocket. He came out holding a ring box. I felt the breath catch in my throat as he lifted the lid off the box to reveal the beautiful diamond engagement ring inside.
“Oh my god,” I said, putting a hand over my mouth. “What are you doing?”
“Lolita Anne Carter,” he said, holding out the ring. “Will you marry me?”
I immediately started to cry, partly from the hormones that were raging through my body and partly because I was so incredibly fucking happy. I sniffed back snot and tears and held out my hand with fingers splayed. My hand was shaking. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Ryder smiled as he held my hand steady and slipped on the ring. I held up my hand to admire it. It was perfect, just like everything in my life. I put my arm around his neck and pulled him in for a snotty kiss.
“You make me so happy,” he said, clutching my hand, kissing my fingers. “I love you so much. We’ll tell Cody together this afternoon.”
“Tell Cody what?”
We both looked up to see my mom peeping around the door. When I held up my hand, she covered her mouth with both hands and screamed like a giddy teenager. She ran into the room and hugged me, then hugged Ryder. It had taken mom a while to get over the age difference, but when she saw what a great guy Ryder was (and Cody started calling her Nana), she came around.
Mom put a hand to her chest and took a deep breath. She had tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. She was happy for us, but I could tell there was something else going on.
“Mom? What is it?”
She glanced toward the closed door, then braced her hands on the foot of the bed as if she had to hold it down and looked into my eyes. “Lo, I brought your dad. I thought, well, now that you’re all grown up with kids of yo
ur own, it was time to meet him.”
For some reason, knowing that my father, a man I’d never even met, was standing just outside the door, filled me with both expectation and dread. I glanced up at Ryder, who was staring at the door with such intensity that it almost frightened me. “Ryder? What do you think?”
Ryder thought about it for a moment, exchanged looks with my mom, then blew out a long sigh and said, “Can’t hurt to meet him, I guess. If that’s what you want.”
“He just wants to say hi and see his granddaughter,” Mom said quietly. “I called him when you went into labor. He had no idea you were even born because I left school and never went back. He was very upset that I never told him about you. I think he feels like his life might have turned out better if he had known he had a daughter.”
“What do you think, Lo?” Ryder asked, laying a hand on my shoulder. I looked down at the perfect baby sleeping in my arms. I would never want her to go through life not knowing who her father was. I took a deep breath and gave my mom a nod.
“Okay, I’ll see him,” I said. “But I want to talk to him alone.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” mom asked, a sudden look of alarm on her pretty face. “I mean, you don’t even know the man. Don’t you want me here to—”
“To what?” I asked with a shrug. Ryder handed me a box of tissue and I plucked out a couple to dry my eyes and wipe my nose. “This is between my father and me.” I gave them both a confident smile. “Don’t worry. I got this.”
