Almost Forgotten (Contemporary Erotic Romance) (The Broken Men Chronicles Book 2)

by Carey Decevito

  “I like you’re way of thinking, sweetheart, but we’ll have a teenager in the house.” I licked the length of her neck. “I doubt he’d enjoy hearing us.”

  “So we have our challenges.” She arched back, gripping my shoulders harder.

  “I can feel you’re close.”

  She bit her lip and focused on my face. “I think trying to stay quiet when people are around might be fun.”

  I laughed and gave her a quick kiss. “Are we into exhibitionism, Ms. Withers?”

  “I-I…” This was it. She was about to burst. “Oh, yes! Harder, baby! Oh God, Jacob! Help me ride you harder!”

  My balls tightened right up. The way she gave herself over to me, her explicit words — everything — was intoxicating. I leaned her back onto the handlebars, lifting her hips so I could gain greater depth and freedom of movement.

  “Fuck, Nica!” I thrust hard into her, bottoming out each time.

  She cried out with abandon. “Jacob! Yes, Jacob, just like that!” Her head tilted back, my head burrowed into her cleavage. Through the fabric of her dress, I bit down on one of her nipples. The scream of passion she let out sent the birds in our area scattering through the treetops. The vice-like grip her sweet heat had on my length had shards of light and dark exploding behind my eyelids as I gave into my release, letting her pussy milk my length until the last of my tremors had faded.

  Pulling out, my ass settled on the seat and I tugged her forward to take the pressure of the handlebars off her back. She collapsed into my chest.

  With a fistful of her hair, I pulled her head back so I could see her face. “Woman, that was...” She cut me off with a ravenous kiss.

  “Very satisfying,” she finished for me as she pulled away enough so that she could tuck me into my pants and do them up.

  I nodded, giving those irresistible lips of hers a soft peck. “There’s a clearing up ahead, how about we turn around there and head back?”

  “I think that’d be a good idea.” She smirked, reached down between us and rubbed my package through the denim.

  “You’re insatiable!” A half-groan, half-laugh escaped. “And I thought I was bad.”

  “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet, baby.” She winked and got off the wheeler. Jamming the helmet on her head and handing me mine, she got on the machine ahead of me. “I’m driving.”

  The ride back had been more enjoyable than torturous for me. I’m not sure I could say the same for Danica however. If I had it pegged right, her squeals were more from me groping at her tits and pinching her nipples than from the thrill of the ride.

  Every time I did something to her that incited a spurt of lust, the wheeler would either slow down or speed up.

  Back at the barn, she chucked her helmet on the workbench along with the keys and stalked toward me. “You,” she started and grabbed onto the front of my shirt, “have a very odd way of letting a woman hurry your ass home so she can give it to you good and proper.”

  I threw my head back and laughed. “Sorry, sweetheart,” I kissed her nose, “I just can’t seem to help myself around you.”

  We rode in companionable silence to Danica’s house, her hand tucked on my lap with my fingers playing over her palm.

  “I have to ask,” I said, “where’d the friskiness come from?”

  “Call it years of pent up frustration and curiosity.” She looked at me and smiled but with a brief look at her, I detected hidden misery in her eyes. “I’ve never been like that with anyone. You make me crazy. Then again, you can attribute some of my ideas to some books I’ve read over the years.” My brows rose toward my hairline but I kept my gaze on the road. Was the woman into reading those erotic romances that I’ve seen at the drugstore checkout? “I love it when you’re rough. I adore it when you’re gentle. It’s like you know how to play with my body without me saying anything at all,” she said, staring out the passenger side window.

  “Interesting,” I said, giving her another quick glance. She’d turned to look at me. “It’s how I feel when I’m with you. No other woman has ever been able to make me lose control like that.”

  “Good,” she said, “because I’m the only one you’ll ever have from now on.”

  A normal guy would have felt nervous. A player like myself should have freaked at her declaration but instead, my heart swelled and butterflies of anticipation fluttered in my stomach.

  It had taken me over fifteen years to figure out that there’d be no other woman for me but Danica. At least I figured it out. Some don’t get that luxury.

  “About those books...” I began.

  I followed Danica through the front door, up the stairs and into her bedroom. My heart raced as I watched her shed her dress, bra and underwear and headed into her en-suite bathroom. Moments later, I heard water running and I followed the sound.

  In the large glass enclosure, there she was, naked, wet and irresistible with the steam rolling off of her as it caressed her skin.

  I proceeded to take my shirt off and shed my pants just as quick. Sneaking into the stall, I wrapped my arms around her.

  She laughed. “I was wondering if you’d get the hint.” She turned in my arms, wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and pulled my head down to hers.

  “Just try and keep me away,” I said against her lips.

  She grinned. “I would never.”

  Reaching to the side, she grabbed the bar of soap and began to run it over the front of my body, bringing my skin up to a full lathered mess. The feel of her small hands on my heated skin felt amazing.

  She went around and began doing the same to my back. As she rinsed me off, I felt her lips over my spine and her fingernails running down my sides, and then… “Hey!” I whirled around. “Y-you bit me!” Danica was giggling. “You bit my ass!”

  It didn’t hurt. Well, it stung but it was a pleasurable sting, a surprising one at that.

  “I couldn’t help myself,” she said all demure-like. “Just like with this.” She ran her hand down my chest and headed south until she took hold of my swollen shaft. I was as hard as a steel rod.

  She dropped to her knees and proceeded to lick up my length and then around the rim of the head. My head lulled back as my arms jetted out to my sides to brace themselves on the shower stall walls, and I widened my stance.

  “You’re so good with that devil mouth of yours,” I said. “I could never get bored of this. I… oh… ugh…” I groaned. “So good.” I was sounding more incoherent as she continued, sucking one of my balls into her mouth while pumping her hand up and down my length. She slid her tongue into my tip’s crease and the sensation had my knees knocking, my senses reeling. She was going to make me come in that generous mouth of hers and there wouldn’t be any other option. “Fuck!” I felt my climax building one minute and seconds later, I was gushing, feeding her my very essence. She moaned around me, bringing forth another bout of smaller tremors as I throbbed between her lips.

  My chest was heaving, my eyes felt heavy but we weren’t done. When she regained her footing, I pushed her against the stall’s tiled wall and crashed my lips to hers.

  I trailed my mouth down her body, alternating between kisses, licks and bites. Her nails dug into the skin of my shoulders and I revelled in the power that I held over her. She was helpless in my ministrations and it was how I wanted her.

  “Oh, sweetheart,” I said, “this bare pussy of yours drives me wild.” I petted her in a way that had her arching her pelvis toward my face. Lifting a leg over my shoulder, I pushed those pussy lips apart and flicked my tongue over that swollen clit of hers. She was ready for me.

  Wrapping my lips around her hardened bud, I thrust a finger deep inside her, stroking her greedy heat, bringing forth a series of moans. I trailed my inserted digit on that bumpy pad inside of her until I felt her shudder.

  The one leg she stood on was about to give way so I pulled my finger and face away from her core and helped her wrap it over my shoulder so she sat with that beautif
ul cunt of hers straight in my face and went back to work.

  I feasted on her like a man starved. My fingers worked their magic until she begged for me to stop but I was relentless. She came for me so hard and fast that I pushed her for one more.

  I could feel her pushing my head away and it generated a laugh, causing the vibrations to flutter all around her clit and that’s when she exploded a second time. Her thighs tightened like vices around my head.

  “No more! No more!” she pleaded.

  I pulled my face back so I could see the pleasured yet desperate look mirrored in her eyes. I continued to stroke her to ease her down from her high.

  Being gentle, I lowered her legs from my shoulders, bringing her down until she straddled my lap. I smiled when I took in the sheer look of dazed bliss covering her face. Her breath was still labored but no longer coming out in pants. She seemed off into her own little world. I was impressed that I was capable of inducing such effects.

  “Baby, let’s get you dried off,” I whispered in her ear, reaching up for the shower controls and turning everything off. I got up, making her keep her arms around my neck to help her to her feet in the process. I was humored when I found my woman unable to walk on her own due to the weakness my pleasuring had left her with. I reached out of the shower and grabbed the two towels that hung there. Wrapping one around her body first, I did the same with mine next.

  I sat her down on the toilet and grabbed her hair brush.

  “I can do that.” She reached out.

  “Let me.”

  She didn’t argue.

  Afterwards, I carried her off to bed where we spent most of the night talking and discovering more about each other’s bodies. It’s safe to say that we didn’t sleep much but who was I to complain? We were making up for lost time.

  In the early hours of the morning, I succumbed to exhaustion. With my arms wrapping around Danica, she snuggled closer into my side and I let sleep take me away. It had been one hell of a day.

  Chapter 36

  After some fooling around, Danica argued that we needed to hurry and get out of bed before Jordan got home and found us in a compromising position.

  So here I was, cooking bacon in nothing but a pair of my workout shorts and a t-shirt while Danica was washing my mud-spattered clothes from yesterday.

  Cool fingers slid beneath the front of my shirt as her front pressed to my back. “I’m nervous.”

  Her confession made me set my fork to the side, remove the pan from the heat, turn off the burner and face her. “Are you?” She nodded. I grabbed her hips and backed her into the island across from the stove. Lifting her so she sat on the counter, I cupped her cheek with my hand and brushed my lips over hers. “Sweetheart, I’m sure Jordan will be fine.” I tried to reassure her further with another kiss that turned hot, wet, sinful.

  The front door slammed shut.

  “Mom?” Jordan’s footsteps were now just outside of the kitchen entrance. I backed away and Danica jumped off the counter. She reached up and wiped something off my lip.

  “Jake?” Jordan came into the kitchen. “Mom, what’re you doing?”

  Blushing, she pulled away from me but I wouldn’t have it. I wrapped my arm around her waist, keeping her at my side. She struggled with what to say next. “Well… uh…”

  “What’s going on?” her son asked.

  “What’s going on is that I’ve made breakfast,” I said with nonchalance in an effort to divert the conversation. “Sweetheart, how would you like your eggs?” I asked, kissing Danica’s cheek.

  Jordan’s mouth parted and then he grinned. “I’d like scrambled,” he said.

  “Scrambled is fine,” came next from Danica.

  “Got it.” I let go of the boy’s mother and turned toward the stove.

  With a quick backward glance, my woman looked like a deer in headlights and Jordan seemed like he was enjoying it as much as I was. The teenager walked up to his mother, kissed her on her other cheek and asked, “Miss me?”

  With a brief shake of the head and a clearing of her throat, she said, “Of course. How was Trevor’s?”

  “Fun,” he said as I got to work on the rest of breakfast while mother and son chatted.

  Danica disappeared to the laundry room, after breakfast, and with Jordan’s help, he and I cleaned up the kitchen.

  “So, you and Mom, huh?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Come on, hot shot,” he smirked and crossed his arms at his chest, “I’m not stupid. Ever since we moved here, you two have been hanging out.”

  “And?”

  “Are you banging her or not?” My head snapped in his direction and the kid started laughing.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Well, are you two, you know… doing it?”

  “I don’t feel comfortable with where this conversation is heading,” I said.

  “Okay then, how about this? What’s going on with you and Mom?”

  I couldn’t lie to him and he was old enough to be privy to my intentions. So, I cleared my throat and said, “I love your mom.” The kid chocked on his remaining sip of juice. “I know it’s a shock but…”

  “Hardly!” he said. “I knew that you cared for her. I mean, you cooked her dinner, hung out with me, took me shopping for her birthday gift, and you carried her fat ass to bed the other night…”

  “Hey now, your mom doesn’t have a fat ass!” I said.

  “So you’ve been checking it out, huh?” He laughed. I shook my head at his antics. My grin couldn’t be helped and the room filled with silence before he continued. “So what now?”

  “We take our time, see where it goes,” I said. “How do you feel about that?”

  “You must really love her if you’re asking me about my feelings. Bruce never did,” he said. “I think that if you hurt her, I’m coming after you.” He wore an exaggerated tough guy demeanor. “I mean it, hot shot, I know where you live.”

  I laughed and presented him with my fist. “Deal.” He bumped it with a smile. “If I hurt her, I’ll let you get the first swing in.”

  “So, you’re going to, like, be here all the time now?” he asked with his hip leaning against the counter. I could have sworn I saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

  “What would you like to see?” I asked.

  “I want to see my mom happy,” he said.

  At that moment, Danica came into the room and met my gaze. I winked at her teary smile. “Oh, honey,” she rushed to hug her son, “I am happy.”

  “Now you are,” he mumbled into her hair.

  I waited for the moment to pass before I asked him the same question. I knew he was holding out, what with the brief shadow that crossed his face before his mother joined us.

  “What would you like to see aside from your mom being happy, Jordan?”

  He hesitated but said, “This is stupid.” He set his mother aside so he could make an escape.

  I gripped his shoulder to stop him. “Nothing’s stupid if it’s got you bent out of shape.”

  “You’ll think it’s stupid,” he said.

  “I promise, I won’t.” I lifted my hand from his shoulder and held it, palm out as if swearing an oath.

  “Well…” He made eye contact with me. “I want this,” he said and pointed to all three of us in a circular fashion. “I mean, I have a family but it’s just Mom and me. I want what you and I have.”

  “You mean our friendship?” I asked.

  “Yeah, sort of.” He cleared his throat. “It’s just,” he sighed, “I think it’s cool that you and I get along great and stuff but that you’re able to call me out on things. You care and you’re not afraid to remind me or correct me about how I treat Mom. You’re kind of like a dad… a cool one. Bruce and I never talked or did half of the shit you and I do.”

  A soft breeze could have knocked me over I was so off-kilter by his words. I didn’t mind the idea of being Jordan’s father, biological or not, that much I was sure of because loving
Danica meant having Jordan with her and that wasn’t a hardship at all. I never realized, until now, that how Jordan felt, what he wanted and what he thought of me held that much importance. His words meant the world to me. They were like an invisible pat that told me “hey, you’re doing a bang up job, you’ll get the hang of being a dad yet”.

  Jordan knocked me out of my reverie by saying, “I’m going to go do some homework,” and started to exit the room.

  Danica’s hand clutching mine was what prompted me to say something. “Jordan?”

  “Yeah?” The kid turned to face me from the kitchen entrance.

  “I think you’re pretty damn cool too,” I said, “and for what it’s worth, any man would be lucky to call himself your dad.”

  The boy acknowledged me with a simple nod and held my gaze as my woman plastered her front to mine in a tight hug.

  Jordan laughed and strode away.

  “Are you okay?” Danica asked when we heard Jordan’s bedroom door shut.

  I held her closer and rubbed my cheek against the top of her head. “Perfect.”

  “Good,” she said, as she leaned back and got on her toes to deliver a kiss to my chin. “That went better than I thought it would go. I love watching the two of you together. You’re so similar.”

  “Really?” I saw some of what she meant but she seemed to see a lot more.

  She nodded. “Over the years, I noticed certain mannerisms, some expressions… they reminded me of you.”

  “But he’s a spitting image of you,” I said, even though some of those traits, mainly his eyes, could very well be from me.

  “Look harder next time,” she said. “I’ve looked and I’ve never been able to find traces of that guy in him. I don’t know if it’s because I choose not to be reminded of that part of my life or...” She looked down, haunted by the awful memories.

  “Hey,” I said and grabbed her chin, “stop it! I fell for him before I found out he could be mine. If he is… even if he isn’t, I’ll be right here, sweetheart. You’re mine, which makes him mine.”