by Tia Siren
He leaned onto his forearms with that sly trademark grin of his on his face. His eyes sparkled in the candlelight, and the shadows of the restaurant were etched deeply into his features. The moment the words flew from his lips, I was ready to tug him into the bathroom and start fulfilling our deal. The moment he made me the happiest woman alive, I would be ready to throw all caution to the wind and tell him to take me any way he pleased.
Any way that got me what I wanted.
“I’m not willing to get you pregnant, Hanna,” he said.
All at once, my world shattered around me. The confidence fell from my body and slipped out onto the floor. I set my drink down on the table while I tried to choke back tears of disappointment. Why would he do this? Why would he bring me to this wonderful restaurant and treat me with the utmost respect if he wasn’t going to give me what I wanted?
What the fuck was the point of this dinner?
“Kason, I just want the child. I don’t need the father,” I said. “You’ll get to go back and live your life! What more could you want?”
“I can’t let you do that to yourself. Hanna, you’ve glamorized being a single mother, and it’s one of the most difficult jobs there is. Those Dove and diapers commercials, that’s not what parenting is like.”
“Oh, and you’d know?” I exclaimed. I crossed my hands over my chest and shoved my breasts together. His eyes flickered down to my cleavage.
“Not a chance,” I snapped. “You know I’ll be fine, Kason. I always am. I don’t want a relationship with you. That’s not what this arrangement is.”
“Then I’m not sleeping with you if that’s all you want,” Kason said.
Wait a second. He was stealing my line!
“If it isn’t you, then it’ll be someone else,” I said.
“I’m not doing that to you, Hanna. I’m not getting you pregnant and then leaving you to be a single mother. I’m not ruining your education like that, and I’m not ruining your life either.”
“Having a child is hardly ruining someone’s life, Kason! With that kind of talk, you’re better off with this deal! You can spread your seed and get some wicked sex, then have nothing to do with the beauty of the child you’ve created.”
“The answer is no,” he said sternly.
“Then why the hell did you bring me to dinner, huh? You could’ve just told me no over the phone. There was no reason for the pomp and circumstance.”
Tears rimmed my eyes but I didn’t give a shit anymore. I felt embarrassed and led on. At least I’d been honest with him about my intentions from the beginning. What he was doing was cruel!
“Because I enjoy the time I spend with you and I’d like to convince you to continue using protection so I can continue to be with you.”
“I’m not just having sex with you, Kason. I have a goal and I’m sticking to it.”
“Why is this really happening, Hanna? Why are you so hell-bent on having a child before you graduate college?”
I sighed. “Kason, I don’t expect you to understand.”
“Try me.”
I panned my eyes over to him and felt globs of tears spill over onto my cheeks. His eyes were hooked on me, ready for every worth that poured from my lips. For whatever reason, I couldn’t hold myself back.
“Because my mother is graying,” I admitted.
“You want a child because your mother’s getting older?” Kason asked.
“If they ever knew,” I said, choking back tears.
“Talk to me, Hanna. Open up to me. Tell me what’s going on,” he said.
“Marcus got the best of them, you know,” I said.
“How so?”
“They were young when they had him. Marcus has all these stories. Stories about him and Dad going camping. Of him and Mom baking in the kitchen. Of them taking him to the pool all day and walking with him on the beach at night. They’d spent afternoons in the sun just to watch him run around. The way he lights up about it, it’s just… wonderful, you know?”
“And you don’t have those memories?” he asked.
“Not the way he does,” I said. “My memories are of rocking in the chair with Dad while the sun shone outside. Of hearing Mom say ‘no’ when I wanted to help cook because she was cooking for too many people. Of sitting on the balcony when we went to the beach because Marcus was old enough to go play but they didn’t have the energy to go to the beach that day. They did the best they could, they really did. And I love my parents, I really do. But, I want children. I always have. And I can’t do that to my child.”
“You want to have children now so you can give them what they gave Marcus,” he said.
“I don’t know why being a mother is such a bad thing,” I said, grabbing my drink. “Mom loves it. I watched her move around the kitchen cooking for her family. I watched her set up for the holidays to surprise my father when he got home. I watched her support him all throughout his life—support all of us throughout our lives-- and I want that. I want to be that for my child. But, I can’t be that for my child if I’m tired from my own old age, Kason.”
“But, you also can’t be that if you don’t have a man, either, Hanna,” he said.
“Well, people compromise all the time in their lives. This is my compromise. Having the energy to run around with my child and be there to watch my grandchildren be born is more important than wasting more time cultivating a relationship with a man that might not even work,” I said.
“Is that a smart compromise, though? Hanna, you’re an intelligent woman. Just take a deep breath and think about it.”
“That’s the thing, Kason. The thing no one seems to understand,” I said. “I have thought about it. A lot. Frequently. I see it when I close my eyes at night. I see it when I should be studying for tests. I watch mothers with their screaming toddlers in the store as well as the mothers cradling their newborns and I get the same sensation. I don’t crinkle my nose at one but love the other. I want it all. Every single part of it,” I said.
“And no one’s questioning that,” Kason said as he reached for my hand.
My neck was soaked with my tears and my mind was lost in my own reverie. Kason was destroying everything I had set my mind to, and I was angry with him. I was angry and I hated him.
In that very moment, in that restaurant full of people, I hated him.
“But you have to understand,” Kason began as he took my hand, “there are so many things you aren’t thinking about. Things that you don’t see in those snapshots you are privy to. There are sleepless nights when you have no help. There’s medical bills you’d have to pay on your own and hospital visits you’d have to brave by yourself. You’d be alone giving birth and you’d search for schools on your own. You’d have to be both the caretaker and the sports fanatic if you had a boy, both the makeup connoisseur and the harsh appraiser of boys if you had a girl. You’d be their parent, not their friend, which would mean punishments and time-outs. You’d be solely an enforcer for the first few years of their life. And what happens when your child first tells you they hate you? It happens. I yelled it at my father more times than I care to count when I was a teenager. Are you telling me you want to do all that on your own?”
My chest was hiccupping with the sobs I was trying to keep at bay. I ripped my hand away from his. It felt too good to have him touch me, and I knew if he continued talking to me the way he was—comforting me the way his was—I’d go back on everything.
Everything I’d put my mind to.
“Yes,” I said.
“You don’t seem too sure of that,” he countered.
“Well, who the hell is sure of anything?” I exclaimed.
“I’m sure that I want to spend time with you,” Kason said.
“Whatever,” I said.
“Can’t you at least see how confused I am? Just a little?”
I thought long and hard about what he had said, and when he put it that way, I could see how weird it sounded. Maybe if I was in my thirties and hadn’t settled down
yet, people would be more willing to accept me as a single mother. But, no one around me liked older mothers. There was this massive double standard in the way I was raised. It sucked, but it was there. Younger mothers were praised for their bravery and selflessness, but older single mothers were seen as people who prioritized everything else over a family. They were branded terrible mothers before they could even give birth to their child.
I understood the reasons why my mother wanted me to have children young. She was being protective the only way she knew how. She wanted me to have my dreams and wishes without living with the notion that people would look down on me for my choices. And I was in her corner. She didn’t have to worry about me not wanting children.
But I could see how Kason—or anyone else for that matter—might find it was odd that I was seeking this out before I’d even graduated college or found a career.
Or had a home of my own.
“I suppose…”
“Look, just…stay on birth control. You’re on the pill, right?”
I sighed. “Yeah.”
“Stay on the pill and let’s just have some fun. I love your body, and I can tell by the way you look at me that you love mine. So let’s just have some fun while we’re home. Take the internship, fill out the paperwork—we’ll work out a pay scale at a later date—and let’s just enjoy one another, Hanna.”
I blushed at his comments, but when my eyes flickered to the employee paperwork, Kason handed me a pen.
“They’re yours if you want them, the internship and my body.”
I shocked even myself when I agreed to his terms.
Chapter 18
Kason
After finally talking some fucking sense into little Hanna, I took her home. I was beyond thankful that Marcus was elsewhere because he would’ve thrown down had he seen me pull up with his little sister in my car. I had told her to tell her parents we were finalizing things for her internship, but I knew deep down that unless I showed Marcus the paperwork Hanna still hadn’t filled out, he would still suspect something was going on between me and his sister.
“I’m glad you finally came to your senses,” I said.
“Yeah…”
“You still seem upset.”
“Nope,” she said, exaggerating the “p.”
“Hanna, what’s—”
She turned to me in the car and threw herself on top of me. Once I registered what was going on, I threw the car in park and caught her around the waist. I cloaked her back and our tongues danced with fury. Her body was trembling with desperate need against mine. She moaned into my lips and sucked the bottom one between her teeth. I knew I couldn’t let her go home until I had her. I’d finally talked some sense into her, and now I was going to ride this train as much as I could for as long as I could.
“Come on. Let’s get you inside before someone sees.”
“But I don’t want to—”
“I meant my house,” I said softly.
We turned off the lights of my car and pulled into the driveway. Then I threw her over my shoulder and ran into the house with her. I dashed up the stairs as she choked back squeals of delight. Then I tossed her onto the bed, watching her beautiful body bounce for me.
“You know I go back in two weeks, right?” I asked.
Hanna smirked. “I figured you had to go home sometime.”
“You know,” I said as I started to slowly take my clothes off, “if we wanted to continue this for longer than two weeks, I could always just fly you out to my house.”
“Oh, really?”
“Really,” I said, dropping my clothes to the floor. “It would erase the…sneaking around we’re doing now.”
She giggled, and I watched her body flush with delight. When I was in nothing but my boxers, I put my knees on the edge of the bed.
“Honestly? I kind of like the sneaking around.”
“Oh, you do, do you?” I grinned. Her eyes locked on my aching cock that was growing at the mere sight of her on my bed, and before I knew it, she had scrambled out of her dress and tossed it to the floor.
“I do,” she said.
“Come here,” I said seductively.
She crawled toward me, and I got back to my feet. She reached out to slowly peel my boxers down my body, and then my cock sprang free. It leaked from its rock-solid tip, and before I could give her my first lustful command, she darted her tongue out and lapped up the drop I had for her.
“Take it between your lips,” I commanded.
She quickly wrapped her mouth around it, and my hand tangled in her hair. I reached down with my other hand and unsnapped her bra. She tossed it to the side quickly. Her mouth felt so good sucking and licking my cock, but there was so much else I wanted to do with that beautiful little mouth of hers.
“Now open wide,” I said. I slowly thrust my hips into her face, trying to help her get acquainted with having my throbbing dick down her throat. She opened her throat as wide as it could go. She was being such a good little girl for me, and I rolled my head back in pleasure when she hollowed out her cheeks.
“Just like that, Hanna,” I whispered. “Oh, yes.”
My thrusts got heavier and heavier, and soon her nails were clawing at the backs of my thighs. Spit dripped down her chin, and her beautiful doe eyes stared up at me. She looked so sweet sucking my rock-solid cock, but that was not how I wanted to come.
Not today.
“Take off your panties and go stand against the wall.”
She released my dick with a pop and scrambled off the bed. Once she finally took off her panties and tossed them to the side, she promptly backed herself up to the wall. I stepped out of my boxers and strode over to her. When I stopped in front of her, she threw her arms around my neck and jumped. I grabbed that tight little ass of hers and pinned her to the wall with my chest. When her tits were nice and tight against my chest, I slowly slid my cock right into her glistening pussy. I licked the pulse point on her neck as she sighed in sweet contentment, and when I began to thrust, her walls were already fluttering around me.
“So wet and ready for me, Hanna. God, you feel so good.”
“Please, Kason. Harder,” she begged. Oh, god. She was begging me and I knew I wouldn’t have as much resolve as I wanted to. I thrust harder and harder into her, raking her back along the wall while her fingernails raked down my back. My lips encompassed hers and swallowed the moans that threatened to burst forth from the walls of my bedroom. When her pussy began to clench down on me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in it.
“Yes. Oh, yes. I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m—”
Her body trembled against my chest and her legs tightened around my waist. Before she was done, I wrapped my arms around her body and backed up from the wall. I threw myself down into a chair with her now sitting in my lap. The waves of her first orgasm subsided just as I grabbed her hips.
“Ride my dick,” I commanded in a low voice.
She planted her hands on my shoulders and swirled her hips around, and fuck me, I could feel her juices dripping down my balls. She was so wet for me, and I was rock solid in the depths of her pussy. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I coated her body and marked her as mine again. Little Hanna Rendon was little no more. When she lightly kissed my lips, she began to slam her hips down onto mine.
“Fuck, yes,” I grunted.
She moaned. “You fill me so good,” she said.
I drew one of her puckered nipples into my mouth and slathered it with attention. Her hands migrated to my hair and pulled me closer to her perfectly rounded tits. The harder she bounced on my body, the more they slapped my face. I dug my fingertips into the meat of her hips and started thrusting up into her body. When my balls pulled up after hanging so low with want, I slid my finger in between her pussy lips and started massaging her clit.
“Oh!” she cried out. “God, Kason. Oh, sh—yes. Yes. Keep doing that. Please, god.”
She wrenched my head back and captu
red my lips in a desperate, teeth-clattering kiss. When her walls began to pulsate around me again, I thrust harder and faster into her body. I wanted every single inch of her to be touched by me, kissed by me, covered in my smells and sounds and fluids. I wanted to ruin her for any other man she would ever come across who would have the absolute pleasure of taking this woman for a spin.
“I’m so close. I’m so close. Please, Kason. Oh, god. Pl—”
Her orgasm beat her to the punch and her pussy clenched down around my cock once again. When it did, I thrust deep into her body and released my own. We came together while we held each other close in the corner chair of my childhood bedroom. Her name dripped from my lips like an endless whispered prayer.
“Hanna. Oh, god. Yes, Hanna. Fucking hell.”
When she collapsed into my arms, my head was spinning from the intensity of my orgasm and she was wheezing against my chest, trying to catch her breath. Her body was shaking and our juices were spilling out over my thighs. I gathered her into my arms and held her close.
My little Hanna Rendon.
“That was incredible,” she said.
“What was?” I rumbled.
“You telling me what to do.”
“We could do it more often if you’d like.” I chuckled. “I’d have no issues with that.”
“Oh, yes,” she said.
We heaved together until we could finally catch our breath, and when her body finally stopped shaking, I stood and carried us to the bed. I slipped our bodies underneath the covers and pulled her close to me. Her tired smile made something in my stomach churn with delight while I ran my fingers through her hair.
“Would you like to do this again?” I asked her.
“Mhmmm,” she hummed. The smile on her face was nothing short of bliss, and my heart raced at the idea of being able to have her again.
And again. And again. And again.
“Then that’s that. We’ll have as much sex as we can in the next two weeks.” I smirked.
She giggled. “Now I didn’t agree to all that.”
“But you know you like the idea of it.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I suppose I do.” She smiled.
