by Wanda Edmond
Finn had been worried Kristina didn’t want to see him after he left their date so abruptly. Would Kris believe him when he told her why he had? He heard a burble and he thought a bird or an animal must be near—he was about to leap to action when the sound gurgled low. He turned to Kristina, surprised. The noise was a ‘burble’ and it was coming from her—!”
***
Kristina watched Finn tuck his phone into the inside pocket of his jacket. Then he grabbed her hands. She looked into his shining eyes, trying to glimpse some inkling about how he felt about her.
She was the one who worried no man would ever love her. Any girl would, following the crazy life she’d had. She had grown up pretty much without a mother or a father…Kristina rubbed her stomach again, feeling a sharp pang. The last time she felt it was when she was with Ian on his plane.
The ache ripped through her body when the flight jostled her and Ian during their lovemaking. Kristina’s stomach growled and she smiled quietly. Her belly rumbled again and she burped.
“Oh!” Finn noticed Kristina had covered her lips with her hand.
“Are you all right?”
“Perfectly all right. I’m fine.” Suddenly Kristina recalled the last time she had eaten.
The flight from New York to Atlanta had taken long? Thirteen hours, was it? She’d had two measly glasses of O.J. when she rode on Ian’s jet. She hoped Finn would have wanted to meet in a restaurant, at the very least, a Starbucks. A caramel frappe and a cookie seemed like a pick me up she needed and long overdue.
“I just need a little something to settle me,” Kristina replied.
She glanced at Finn knowing full well she told a big fat lie. The reason she was rumbling all over inside was the one thing she didn’t want to believe was true.
The last time I felt this way, I ‘miscarried’, Kristina worried, panicked.
Chapter 6
Finn had to tell Kristina what he had done regarding Ian. The man had helped him solve a problem with his family, but strings had been attached.
Finn turned to Kristina ready to go on faith.
“Kris, there is something you need to know—.”
Kristina held her breath. Don’t ask him a thing. Don’t you dare say a word, Kris—. She’d waited for Finn to tell her what was going on with him and Ian—she couldn’t wait another second.
“Finn, why did you leave me alone when we were on a date—?”
There. She had said it and right there is the middle of their secret meeting place in the park. Kristina didn’t understand why Finn needed to meet in hiding.
“Kris, I had to, it was my mom—.” Finn felt the words catch in his throat. He exhaled low and he stared again.
“Your mom? Finn, you told me she was fine.”
Finn breathed slowly then he looked Kristina in the eye.
“I know. I lied.
Kristina stood, preparing to leave then Finn grabbed her hands.
“Kristina, no. You’ve got to listen. Please.”
“Okay,” Kristina said gazing at Finn warily.
Kristina nodded then sat on the stone bench. The stone was considerably warmer since the first time she rested on it. The afternoon heat was much warmer too. She hadn’t had time to change into anything lighter, realizing she was completely overdressed.
“Go on.”
***
Ian looked his new maid up and down and he sipped his $37K snifter of aged whiskey.
He didn’t bother to share with her the amount he gave to her wouldn’t put a dent in the monthly expenses his company Knightware queued in development alone.
Heck, he’d spent more green on getting rid of greedy gold diggers like Finn Matthews, than he could count, he reminisced—and he counted pretty danged high.
No, getting rid of whiny Matthews was good for Kristina, and he had gotten him out of his stepsister’s life for good. Kristina would have to see what he had done was for her and his good, Ian mused. Everything he did continued to work out as he planned—a trifecta ‘score’.
Okay, so he had messed up with Kris, when he let her overhear his part of his talk with Matthews. Eventually Kristina would come around, and he’d witness Finn’s end.
Finn was done—.
Ian glanced up at Marissa, realizing he was about to win again.
Marissa strode by the desk while she sauntered toward Ian slowly. He watched Marissa do a double-take at the amount of his check.
“Do we have a deal?”
“For $75K I’ll do every window from the attic to the entryway floor.”
Ian parted his legs wider as Marissa knelt to floor.
“Mr. Knight? What about the extra $15,000?” Marissa said, worried.
“Let me deal with that. I need someone to pay attention to my, baser needs—.”
Ian tipped his chin at the maid’s chest. Ian swung his hands behind his head as the maid smiled.
“Consider it an early bonus for doing a great job,” Ian smiled slowly.
Marissa reached behind her back and she unhooked her bra.
“Good. Now, start with my feet and you can work your way up,” Ian leaned back in his whitewashed wicker chair.
“Whatever you want—.” The maid said, deliberately adding a pause after each word.
The maid unfurled his hard on from his pants, surprised when she saw he didn’t have on underwear.
Ian turned on his smartphone and queued a video.
“As you do me, say your name is, ‘Tina’.
The maid slipped the crown of Ian’s manhood between her lips as he powered on his iPad. He let Marissa swallow as much as she could of him while he turned his attention to the video. The soft slurps of Marissa’s tongue rasped his shaft and he glanced at Marissa when he felt the head of his erection graze the back of her throat. He put his hand behind the maid’s head and thrust his hips, rocking her mouth up and over his cock. His massive length forced its way further down her throat, making the maid’s eyes fill with tears. He shoved more of his impressive length down Marissa, ignoring her gasps and sputters, as she lapped and suckled his shaft.
Ian looked at Marissa, his dark eyes questioning if she could continue. Marissa nodded, her lips locked around the first several inches of Ian’s solid column of flesh.
“Do you like how I do you?” Murmured Marissa.
Ian watched the private video his camera recorded in his jet cabin. Ian spread his thighs wider letting the maid take more of him and he groaned watching himself make love with his stepsister.
“Mmmm, ‘Tina’.”
Chapter 7
The green leaves of the large park oaks and Bougainvillea wafted from the soft gusts of air. The southern heat was near unbearable—and Kristina hardly noticed. Because Finn had told her stepbrother was not only an insufferable know-it-all, but he was a two-faced jerk!
Ian was smart, and he was a shark in business. He was the reason she had come to the park to see Finn.
Finn’s longish auburn hair had grown out giving him an air of a bad boy. She wanted to reach down and ruffle his unruly locks with her fingers and drag his head between her legs, so she could relieve her frustration. Kristina knew the mad monkey love she made to Ian had left her sated, and then horny all over again for more.
What she didn’t know was how big an ass her brother was, until Finn busted a cap on Ian’s dirty dealings before she had time to steel herself.
“He, what—?”
“I didn’t know how to tell you—.”
Finn stood up and Kristina found herself looking up to the trees. Finn Matthews was a big man. A bit stocky, but very tall. She realized tall men with looks had gotten her into more trouble since the first time she was with a man.
***
Kristina flashed to the day she learned she was pregnant, and the promise she’d made to never let herself be used again. Kristina looked away from Finn, her memories filling her thoughts. Her ‘parent’s’ friend had attacked her. Her stomach panged so much later that event
ually she had to see about it. She didn’t have insurance for a hospital visit. So she went to a clinic outside Atlanta so she could get an examination.
The walls of the clinic were a dull aquamarine and dingy. The waiting room had a bed and a tray of shiny instruments in a display cabinet with a window. Kristina had peeked at the tray and she scrambled back onto the bed when the physician came. Kristina laid still, her torso bared, and her naked feet in stirrups while the doctor probed her inside…she turned her head, trying to push the humiliation and prideful embarrassment from her head. She tried to focus on something and she looked at the tray in the cabinet. The glint from two of metal instruments looked rusty.
When it was over, the doctor told Kristina she was pregnant. Kristina’s world broke into pieces. She had dreamed she would live in an expensive house, and have servants cater to her every whim, like they did in movies. She’d hoped she’d be 21 or so before she had a baby, or 18 at the least. She had lied about her age to get seen. She’d hitched all the way, sleeping in an alley the night before until the place opened.
A secretary at check-in helped her fill out her information, and Kristina didn’t say anything when the secretary whispered something to the doctor. The older man nodded and he spoke to Kristina privately. He explained she was too young to have her baby. He had agreed to see her because he never turned any of his patients away…he asked if she had family.
‘If you choose to have this child, you may not be able to carry to term.’
Kristina said she could find some way to raise the baby.
‘I don’t think you understand.’ The older, grey-haired man said. ‘Pregnancy at your age is not uncommon. The exam results show a significant amount of trauma around the ovum. If you were physically assaulted, we offer counseling before and following an examination—.’
‘I wasn’t’, Kristina lied.
‘You misunderstand,’ the physician said. ‘If you choose to have this baby, I cannot assure you will be able to carry it through the third trimester.’
Then Kristina realized she wanted her baby. ‘Why?’
‘If you decide to have this baby, Kristina, you may die.’
***
Kristina never told anyone about the pregnancy. She had gotten weak, and wouldn’t see anybody the entire summer, not Ian or their stepparents. Then one day she used the restroom—she looked in the water afterwards, and she saw—.
Kristina shut her eyes, shaking her head. She felt Finn’s breath against her ear.
“Hey. Kris, are you okay?”
Instead of crying, Kristina straightened her shoulders. She willed the memories to the past. Like she would with her relationship with her stepbrother. She and Ian had been through Hades and back since they had reunited. She believed her brother might be a wonderful man once she got to know him again. He had proved her wrong, every time. So now she wanted some answers. Maybe then she could begin to understand why she chose the wrong men, and what she could do to live life with an open heart.
“Nothing. I’m fine—.” Kristina brushed a strand of hair from her face, while she forced a smile. “Tell me why you left, Finn?”
“I didn’t know how to say why. Kris, my mom, she’s been sick.”
Kristina hugged Finn. She knew something had to be at the center of his behavior. She never dreamed it could this. Why didn’t he share this with her?
“I didn’t tell you because there wasn’t time. My family is the most important thing. I needed to get money to pay for my mom’s surgery, and I needed to do it fast—.”
A couple strode by in front of Kristina and Finn. Kristina noticed they were a couple of teenagers; but they looked so happy. The girl’s beau reached for her hand and they laced their fingers as the nuzzled with each other, in love, without worry or fear.
Can love be like that truly? Kristina wondered.
Finn’s words replayed in her mind. ‘Family is the most important thing.’
That was what worried her. Because she knew she had to face that part of her life before she could live in the present. Finn needed to be with his mother; she got that. Why lie? Because he didn’t think I was important enough to share this with, she knew the truth.
No man is ever going to love me for me, Kristina realized. The pang of loneliness rippled through her, as it pierced her soul.
Chapter 8
Kristina turned to leave the part and Finn blocked her way.
“What are you doing? We’re in the middle of a conversation.”
“Are we? You had to do what you had to do.” Kristina could accept she wasn’t the center of Finn Matthew’s world.
Finn was success in his advertising sales career. She’d read that he’d been one of the richest bachelors in the Boston area under 35. She was happy he was successful, and she knew he’d be as wealthy as her brother Ian. It was only a matter of time.
Attracting richly successful men wasn’t her problem. Finding one who loved her as she was, well, Kristina didn’t know if that kind of un-fairytale and gentle man existed. The men she attracted into her life were kind, but they were also self-centered.
Maybe she should get a puppy.
He or she would love her and she could love him or her back with all of her soul. Unlike Finn, who was scooting to the left and to the right every time she did, so she couldn’t get by him.
***
Finn reached for Kristina. He needed to explain Ian wasn’t the man she needed.
“Kris, wait.”
Finn spun Krissy into his arms. He’d told her he’s always wanted to be with her. She didn’t want to be near him and that stung. “Kris, aren’t you listening?”
“I hear you—.” Kristina faced Finn. “Family is important. I’m happy you got your money.”
Kristina knew Finn didn’t know she heard Finn and Ian talking about a large sum of green. She realized it didn’t matter. She wanted somebody who would love her—and opened his heart to her. She may have felt less than whole after being raped when she was younger, but she knew enough to know she wanted her idea of the right kind of man. He was someone who would care about her enough to include her in every part of his life, for better, or worse.
***
Finn watched Kristina try to back away from him and he didn’t like it. They’d had a great time together at their Six Flags New York weekend—and the lovemaking had been amazing enough to make Finn decide he was ready for more. Finn told Kristina he’d had to leave their date. Why was she acting this way? He let go of Kristina then he gave her a cold, hard stare.
“Yes, money had something to do with it.”
Finn confessed he had racked up more than a few debts.
Kristina yanked out of Finn’s arms and glared. “So why didn’t you tell me? Oh, I know. All of this is none of my business.”
Finn caught Kristina’s arm.
“I think it is your business,” said Finn. “I want you in my life.”
“Things have been difficult since I spoke with Knight—.”
Finn stilled. Kristina closed the small space between them in the park, wanting to feel the closeness they shared when they were in New York. Kristina glanced up at Finn.
He was a handsome man, hairy in all the right places, and when she needed somebody to hang out with, he’d always been cool about not pressing their relationship for sex...but when she and Finn were together, he never made her feel as hot—or bothered as Ian.
How could he, when she thought about doing it with her stepbrother again, every chance she had?
Images of Ian’s beautiful hung penis raced through her mind.
Her brother let her ride his huge manhood and then he had impaled her with himself in the cabin of his private jet. Kristina had felt Ian’s thickness and length penetrating her so deeply, she’d nearly lost consciousness. Then he’d fed her his copious seed so wickedly far into her, he’d filled her completely.
No man made her feel as hot as Ian, or so loved.
***
Stop th
inking about your brother!
Kristina stepped away from Finn, furious she had let her mind think about her stepbrother. While Finn matched pace with her in one long male stride.
“You and my brother know each other. You needed money, you got it. I get it.”
Why I can’t I want a man who isn’t Ian—? Kristina headed for the edge of the park, willing her mind to stop.
“My mom needed surgery for a lung transplant. Ian Knight said he’d get me the money. Because Knight promised to get me the money I needed.”
