She looked around the apartment. I lived in a loft with soaring ceilings, a grand piano, and top of the line appliances. Nor did she have to cook or clean. My housekeeper and private chef took care of that.
“It’s just that …” she began, stopping.
“What is it?” I said.
“It’s just that … we don’t know each other,” she said. “I mean, I only met you a week ago, and now you’re saying that we should move in. I want to make sure that I have something just in case … you know … if things don’t work out.”
I’d been preparing for this. I pulled open the drawer to my bedside table and pulled out a jewelry case I’d stashed in there. I heard Wildflower’s breath catch when she saw the velvet box, and her hand instinctively fluttered to her throat in surprise.
“Don’t worry,” I growled. “Even I don’t move that fast.”
Maybe it wasn’t an engagement ring yet, but it would be soon if I had my way. She slowly opened the purple box, revealing a diamond-encrusted bracelet, slim yet elegant on her narrow wrist.
She gasped, at a loss for words. The value of that bracelet was probably more than a year’s rent at her old place. I kissed her wrist, on the sensitive part where her pulse fluttered and gently skimmed my finger over her cheek, stopping to rest on her pouty, delicious pink lips.
“Wildflower, this bracelet is my pledge to you,” I said. “If you need to move out for any reason, you’ll be able to sell this and buy a small house. So go easy on yourself, okay? There’s no need to keep that catering job. Besides, I’d rather have you here, underneath me,” I growled, rolling over on top of her.
She gasped and then smiled sweetly at me, my heart turning over as she looked deep into my soul. With a soft kiss on my lips, she nodded her acquiescence and I groaned low in my throat. My cock had started to twitch again, and it was time to give Wildflower more of those love marks.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Alana
It’s hard to accurately describe just how fast Luke overwhelmed me. He was so rich, so domineering and assertive, that it wasn’t hard to see how he’d come to be the head of a music empire. He was the CEO of Atlantis Records, a businessman and musician rolled into one. On more than a few occasions, I’d heard him tinker at the piano, and he was truly talented. Even my lovesick heart recognized that he had a real gift.
But as much as I loved this man and his magnificent apartment, I had my pride. I’d been poor my whole life, contributing to my family as soon as I was able to start working. I’d started as a gas station attendant, graduated to waitress, and during college, got the catering job which let me work evening hours so I could keep going to classes.
I love my family, but I’m not ashamed to say that we were poor. It was really just my mom, my gran, and me. My dad had been some rich guy who’d slept with my mom a few times, filling her head with dreams of a mansion and a big family, only to leave when he found out she was pregnant. It had been so hard raising me as a single mom that she’d basically given up her dreams of a career in journalism, instead working a secretary to support the three of us.
I was determined not to fall in the same trap. Sure, Luke was rich and he was promising me the world, but I wanted to make sure I had a back-up plan. I was going to keep going to school, get my degree, and then who knows? The world was my oyster.
In the meantime though, I’d been swept off my feet by this gorgeous man. Just last night, he’d gotten home from work and surprised me with another piece of expensive jewelry, this time an ruby ring which glinted in the light.
“Oh Luke, I can’t!” I’d exclaimed, looking at the priceless gem. “I’ve taken so much from you already, I can’t take anymore.”
“Nonsense,” he growled, pulling me into his arms. “It was made for you,” he said persuasively, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Plus, it’d look great with the red lingerie I got you last week,” he whispered into my ear.
I giggled a bit. “It would be perfect, wouldn’t it?” I breathed, turning around. I kissed him with all the longing in my heart. He was my man, this breathtaking alpha male whose mere presence made my heart leap. I felt myself melting against him, succumbing to his magnetic pull. He laughed softly in my ear, nipping gently at my neck as his hands found the opening to my sweatshirt.
Although I still wore my college clothes, the casual sweats hid some seriously sexy lingerie underneath. He peeled the hoodie from my body, casting it away with distaste, mumbling something about buying me an entirely new wardrobe. He turned back to me, his eyes feasting on the mounds which pushed against the restraints of red lace.
Tantalizingly, I angled my boobs forward and arched my back, pushing one of the demi-cups down so that a nipple popped free. I sucked a finger into my mouth, never losing eye contact with him, and then dragged it down to my breast, tracing my areola with a wet finger.
With a growl, he pounced on me. His lips surrounded my nipple, suckling heavily as his hand massaged both jugs, squeezing and milking the creamy flesh. I threw my head back with delight, the sight of his dark head at my breast unbelievably erotic. He worked my boobs with his hands, greedily pushing them together so that he could taste both nipples at once, and I gave a cry of pleasure, my cunny gushing with fluid, preparing itself for his invasion.
He helped me wiggle out of my tight jeans and stopped short at the sight of the tiny red panties. I flushed, suddenly remembering what I was wearing. Luke had bought crotchless panties, and the garment was really nothing more than a red string circling my waist with a rope of pearls running through my cunny lips. The pearls were already gleaming and moist, lubricated with the juices of my arousal.
Luke reached down and teased my pussy softly, massaging the outer lips before pulling the pearls up tight against my clit.
“Oh!” I gasped, clinging to his broad shoulders for support. He let me hang onto him as he teased my kitty, spreading my lips so that the pearls were trapped inside, and then pulling the string tight so that I ground my slit against the hardness, desperately trying to relieve some of the building pressure.
“Don’t worry, Wildflower,” he crooned in my ear. “I’m going to help you come soon,” he said, stroking my back.
I mewled plaintively, gyrating my hips as he continued teasing my pussy with skilled fingers. He moved down my body so that his head was at waist level and commanded, “Spread.”
I knew exactly what he wanted and parted my legs, my steaming cunt on display for his hungry eyes. He didn’t taste me immediately. Instead, he pulled the pearls to one side and parted my pussy lips, letting his gaze linger on the moist, ruby red folds of my inner channel. I could feel my vagina dripping with liquid, my clit standing up to attention before his male gaze.
He leaned in close and sniffed deeply while letting his hot breath tease my sensitive flesh. I squealed slightly, the tension almost unbearable. I needed his hot mouth on me, his clever lips and tongue arousing and enflaming me.
Sensing my desperation, he bent over and licked my luscious twat, running his tongue all the way from my perineum to the top of my clit. I cried out, my knees buckling.
“Hold on baby,” he murmured into my soft folds, a strong arm circling my waist to make sure I didn’t fall. “We’re just getting started.”
He began tonguing me languorously, suckling my wet folds before playing with my clit with the tip of his tongue. He circled the hard nub a few times before pushing down on my hot button, then suckling more while I cried out in ecstasy. My kitty grew hotter and more engorged, hungrier than ever, and he was relentless. He tongue-fucked me, pushing as deep into my hole as he could while stroking me with his fingers, rubbing my wet folds before penetrating deeply into my inner channel.
I collapsed on him with a scream, my kitty convulsing on his fingers as wet juices gushed out onto his mouth and hand. I blacked out for a few moments, seeing nothing but stars, my heart racing as I struggled to catch my breath. My breasts bobbed heavily, the nipples aroused and standing to atte
ntion as I continued to spasm around his fingers as they slid in and out of my most private place.
As I regained my senses, he looked up at me from his kneeling position and smiled lasciviously. His mouth and chin were completely covered in my female juices, but he loved it, licking at his lips and savoring the taste of aroused female.
He stood up, balancing me against him and began unfastening the clasp on his trousers. When his cock popped out, I gasped for the hundredth time. Despite the fact that he’d been buried in me almost non-stop for the past two weeks, I could never get over the fact of his sheer size and girth. His cock was at least ten inches when aroused, and he was as wide as my fist.
I leaned forward, angling for a taste, but he stopped me before I could sip his pre-cum.
“Uh uh, Wildflower, I need to be in you asap because I can’t hold on much longer,” he growled. He swiveled me around so that my back was to him, and I braced my hands against the kitchen counter.
“Spread,” he commanded again, and obediently I parted my legs. I knew my cunny was hot and steamy still, red and engorged with a trail of female juice running down my thigh. He traced the rivulet with his finger before breaking the strand of pearls with his fist, the beads clattering to the floor. Without any further warning, he pushed me down and thrust into me with his mighty pole, fucking me hard and deep with one stroke.
“Ohhh!” I cried, throwing my head back, loving the feel of being impaled on his massive member. The waves overtook me as he started up a pounding rhythm, driving deep into me again and again, my breath coming in gasps as he fucked me hard.
“Ohhh!” I shrieked as the pressure built. My cunny was gushing warm juices again, this time coating his cock in liquid glaze as his balls hit my clit. He paused an instant and pushed me down even further, whispering in my ear. “I want to hit your g-spot, Wildflower.”
Sure enough, his glans brushed that sensitive spot when he took up the rhythm again, and the pressure in my kitty grew to unbearable proportions. With a cry of release, I came for a second time, my twat convulsing on his pole, grasping it in its wet depths and pulling him deeper. The friction caused him to release as well, and he spurted into me with a mighty roar. Our bodies shook against each other, each jet of semen sucked into my uterus by my hungry kitty, desperate for his sperm.
“Oh no!” I panicked as I arched my back, trying to make eye contact with him. “We forgot to use protection again!” It seemed so trite, since he was totally embedded in my wet depths.
He growled low in his throat, breathing in my ear. “Wildflower, I WANT you to have my baby, protection is the last thing on my mind,” he said, stirring his groin and making me sigh. I couldn’t believe how many times we’d forgotten to use protection in the last two weeks, it was totally irresponsible and my nineteen year-old self was not ready for a baby.
But at the same time, would being the mother of Luke’s son or daughter be so bad? The way he was so loving, so tender with me, a family with him could be sweet and satisfying. I wasn’t sure, but promised myself to use a condom the next time around … which judging by his hardening cock could be in about five minutes.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Luke
Back in the present day …
She was a mass of contradictions, this mother of my child. Desperately poor, yet impertinent, looking at me with a combination of lust and fear. Oh yes, lust. Even after two years of no contact, I could tell that my Wildflower still wanted me.
Oh shit. MY Wildflower? I shook it off. Old habits die hard.
She was back in my life whether or not she wanted to be because my child was a part of me and I wasn’t going to let Georgie go so soon after discovering him. A man has a duty to raise his son, and I was going to fight for custody tooth and nail.
“So where’s your boyfriend?” I asked nastily. I couldn’t help it. The thought of someone else covering that luscious body inflamed me, even though I hadn’t touched her in two years.
She looked down, her long lashes shielding her blue eyes. “I … I don’t have one,” she said quietly.
“Oh really?” I demanded. “Then how are you able to afford all this?” I asked, gesturing to the gated private park we stood in.
“It’s my friend Helen’s apartment,” she replied softly, looking down at her hands. “Helen gave me the key while she’s on vacation.”
“So where are you living?” I demanded, one arm carrying Georgie as I hustled her out of the park. “Let’s go. We’re getting Georgie’s things and you’re moving in with me.”
She gasped, the color draining from her face. Maybe it was a reminder of how I’d pressured Wildflower into moving in with me just a week after we met. I’d been desperate for her, for her scent, for her body, and had steamrolled the beautiful teen, overcoming her protestations.
This time wasn’t going to be any different. I hauled Wildflower and the baby into my Range Rover and we took off in the direction she indicated. After driving for a while, I could hardly contain my distaste. We were in a rough part of town, completely dominated by public housing projects. My son was growing up here? She must have seen the contempt on my face because she began defending herself.
“It’s safer than it looks,” she began, “Plus, we live close to the school where I teach, and there’s a daycare nearby.”
“DAYCARE!” I roared. No child of mine was going into public daycare. Georgie was getting his own nanny, stet.
“Yes, daycare,” she said softly. “I need to work and Georgie needs to be looked after. The daycare center is perfectly fine, I made sure they had all their licenses and insurance.”
I respected her for saying that. Only a responsible mother would think to check boring details like licensing and insurance. But that didn’t change my mind … Wildflower and Georgie were coming to live with me.
She came out of the house with two bags and Georgie’s car seat.
“Where’s the rest of your stuff?” I asked.
“This is it,” she said simply. “All the furniture is rented and Georgie just sleeps with me in the bed, he doesn’t have a crib.”
My Wildflower was so poor that she couldn’t afford a crib? I packed her into the car and began driving back in a rage. I was so angry that I couldn’t even look at her, much less speak.
But there was a question that continually lingered in my mind. It had been driving me insane the past two years, and I’d lain awake nights, wondering and ruminating, completely baffled at the turn of events.
“Why did you leave me two years ago?” I asked abruptly. “What happened that was so bad? Why no note, no phone call, no nothing?”
She sighed, looking down at her hands. “Oh Luke, you’ll never understand,” she said softly.
“Try me,” I ground out. “We were so happy Wildflower, why did you take off without saying anything? Was it something I did?”
“Oh no!” she turned to me, tears in her eyes. “Not at all.” She paused momentarily and then turned to me, begging for understanding. “Luke,” she said softly. “Do you remember when we got that invitation from your mom in the mail?”
“Sure,” I said. “The one for my sister’s wedding right? What, were you afraid that I’d be ashamed to bring you as my guest because you’re POOR?” I said in disbelief. If she thought that, then I had seriously misjudged the woman because the opposite had been true. I had been looking forward to introducing Alana to my family, thinking the beautiful Cape Cod setting to be a perfect time to meet my mom and stepdad.
She nodded sadly. “I was so excited to attend the wedding as your girlfriend,” she said softly. “But then I saw the name on the invitation and knew we couldn’t be together,” she continued.
“What?” I asked, totally dumbfounded. My sister’s name was Lauren Woodson, a totally normal, boring name. Who cared?
She nodded again. “I saw that the invitation came from Mr. and Mrs. Robert Woodson, your parents.” She hesitated. “Luke ...” she continued. “My biological father is Robe
rt Woodson. You’re my stepbrother,” she finished.
I sat in stunned silence. My mom had married Robert when I was a kid, and he was as much of a father to me as any man could be. Kind and affectionate, generous and caring … was this the bastard who had left Alana’s mom after finding out she was pregnant?
As if reading my mind, Alana nodded. “I couldn’t believe it at first. I didn’t want to believe it. But I had Robert’s genealogy tracked, and there’s no doubt, you’re my stepbrother,” she said softly.
I was incensed. I had fucked my own sister two years ago and unknowingly impregnated her? This was so fucked up that I needed to think. Slamming the Range Rover to a halt, I unbuckled my seatbelt and threw myself out of the car, intent on walking anywhere, away from this mess.
“Wait Luke!” she cried, chasing after me. She was breathless from running and I could hear Georgie wailing in the car. My son with this woman was also … my nephew? The familial connections were so tangled that I felt dizzy and weak.
But the baby’s cries brought me back to reality. No matter what anyone said or anyone did, I owed it to my son to do right. With slow steps, I walked back to the car and got in, shepherding my new family to safety.
THE END
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Previously …
My son with Wildflower was also my nephew?
The girl I’d called Wildflower had walked out on me two years ago, leaving my bed empty and cold. I’d shuddered in her absence, my body aching as my mind whirled with worthless thoughts. How could she have done this? How could she have walked out on a relationship so caring, loving and mutually respectful? My body ached each night in remembrance of her warm, female heat.
But a chance encounter brought her back to me. Except this time the blonde has a baby in tow … and one look at the child was a revelation. His dark hair and grey eyes were a spitting image of me, from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes. No way was I going to let Wildflower waltz off with my baby … even after she revealed that we were actually stepsiblings ….
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