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Redemption

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by Sam J. D. Hunt


  “Let me hold her a little longer.”

  “Social worker is here – let me put her in the crib.”

  “Fine,” she pouted, gently putting my sleeping baby in my arms.

  We both smiled down at Grace. “You know, Mack, Misty wasn’t a bad girl, just lost. You came here when she was doing well, but she’s sick.”

  “I know and I don’t regret it. I’m just terrified she’ll come back and jeopardize everything.”

  “She’s hooking again, and it’s bad this time. Those Russian boys don’t play.”

  “I’ll see what I can find out. But for now, let me see if I can’t unfuck this situation.”

  Back in my office, I gently put Grace in the crib I’d bought for the office. “I know this looks bad,” I said, turning back to Tara.

  She reached for the bottle and refilled her glass. “It looks to me like a father doing the best he can for his daughter.”

  “She deserves the best, and I know this isn’t it. I just need some time and I swear to you, I’ll give her everything.”

  “Money and things aren’t everything.”

  “Don’t I know it,” I said, glancing at the myriad of screens pointing toward the VIP rooms.

  “How’s the quitting smoking thing going?” she asked.

  “Done.”

  “Any side effects? Have you been cranky?”

  I laughed, something so rare it startled us both. “How would anyone know?”

  She smiled wide and sipped her wine. “You probably should find reliable childcare. I don’t mind her here, but just in case anyone objects.”

  “Hm, anyone. So who snitched me out? The doc at CVS? I told her I was working on finding out Grace’s medical details.”

  She shook her head. “No, but I can help you with that. Apparently Misty told her sister about the pregnancy.”

  “And?”

  “Grace’s grandparents got word. They called to make sure the baby was safe.”

  I fell onto the couch next to her, closer than I should have. Her presence oddly comforted me. “And they want to take her from me.”

  “No.” Her hand rested on my forearm, and I actually liked it. A lot. “They want to make sure she is safe, that’s all. There’s been no formal complaint of any sort of abuse or neglect, Shawn.”

  “What should I do next? Help me, Tara.”

  Her fingers wrapped around my wrist. I wanted her, but not there. Not then. “Get a DNA test. And if we can, let’s get Misty to give up her parental rights.”

  I liked that she used the word we.

  “The DNA test will go my way.”

  “Oh, I’m sure. She looks just like you.”

  “No, I mean, no matter what. I’ll rough up or bribe anyone I have to. Grace is mine, no matter what the biology is.”

  Her fingertips skated across the top of my hand, the wine making her bold. There it was again, that familiar tug of desire. But no, not this time. Tara the sassy but sexy social worker was there for Grace, not to be pinned under me all night long.

  “None of that. Stay out of trouble. Let’s get the DNA results and I’ll write my report. Depending on what my supervisor says, it’s possible we can keep it away from Judge Wheeler.”

  I poured more wine in her glass; she was giving me far more information than she ever would sober. “You’re not driving home.”

  “No, I took a Lyft here, I’m fine.”

  “Ridiculous. I’ll drop you off. It’s slow here tonight, we may as well bail.”

  “No!”

  “It’s not slow?”

  “No, you can’t drive me home.”

  “Ah,” I said, glancing down at her ring. “Husband at home?”

  “Actually no, but it’s complicated.”

  “Well, perhaps you should come back with me and pay another home visit.” The second the words left my lips; I knew they were dangerous. How much would she help after I chewed her up and spit her out?

  I didn’t let her answer. Instead, I ungraciously hopped up from the sofa. “Uh, yeah, you’re right. But we have a limo.”

  She stood up, setting her glass down. “Oh, okay, but…”

  Before she could protest, I’d ushered her out. That chick was Kryptonite, and I had to think about Grace.

  Seven

  We Do This Once

  Tara

  It wasn’t the bottle of merlot that I’d polished off in his office that made me do it. It wasn’t even the fact that when the Pink Kitty’s limo pulled at my condo, Hank was sitting there in his car. It wasn’t the encouragement from my best friend in a midnight text.

  That night, it was the fact that I couldn’t think of anything but him.

  Never had I done anything so spontaneous. When I offered the driver a hundred bucks to drive me across town, he shook his head. “No, Ms. Drake, he said to take you wherever you wanted to go.”

  Nerves hit when I saw his door, but I refused to go back.

  He opened it before I even knocked.

  “I don’t what I’m doing here,” I said.

  “You know exactly what you’re doing here, Tara.”

  “Yes.” He pulled me inside as the limo drove away.

  “Once. Do you understand me? We do this once.”

  “Once,” I agreed, but I knew I’d want this far more than once.

  His hands slid up my back, under my blouse.

  “This is a terrible idea,” he whispered into my ear.

  “It’s a fabulous idea.” I could barely breathe.

  “I don’t do relationships. If the fallout from tonight in any way hurts my daughter…”

  “It won’t, I promise.”

  As if I weighed nothing, his strong arms lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist like a Boa strangling its prey. I expected to be taken to the bedroom, but somehow ended up on his orange Formica kitchen counter.

  “The kitchen?”

  “Perfect height.”

  For what? I thought.

  As he shimmied my skirt off, I glanced over his shoulder at one of his many baby monitors. Most people had one, maybe two in a big house – Shawn MacKenzie had at least five plus the app on his phone.

  “Uh, is Grace asleep?” I knew damn well she was.

  “Yes, and she’s a heavy sleeper. Noise doesn’t bother her, Tara.” His voice was deep, almost growly.

  “How many women have been hoisted up on this kitchen counter?” I blurted out.

  “Zero.”

  His finger slipped under the leg of my less-than-glamorous cotton undies. If I’d known this would happen, I’d have worn something sexier – like the expensive lace ones Hank made me wear. Don’t think about him!

  “I don’t believe that.”

  “Not here. Not in my house. You’re a first.”

  “Oh,” was all I could manage to say. His magic finger found places I didn’t know existed, and despite my struggle for control, my head flopped back against the wall.

  Groaning as his fingers left me, I felt a rush of cool air and in my fog, realized I was naked from the waist down. A wave of self consciousness washed over me.

  “So I’m sorry I missed a wax or two.”

  “Lean back,” he grunted. “And relax.”

  Relax, yeah, right, as if, um…

  But then, he knelt down in front of me. All resistance was gone as his tongue hit my clit and those magic fingers were back inside of me. My back arched and I purred like a cat in heat. No, not nearly that tame – I was a lioness about to burst free. I’d only had a tongue there once, and that was on my honeymoon, before everything turned dark.

  “Ahhhhh,” came out of me before I could stop it. Hank demanded that I be completely quiet and expressionless. But he’d never, ever, made me feel like this.

  But then there was a vibration against me, fingers working, that heavenly tongue everywhere, and all thoughts faded as I rode a wave of complete ecstasy higher and higher.

  I have no idea how long it lasted, but when my eyes finally
opened and focused on the low kitchen ceiling, he was still going. Even when I pushed at his head and clamped my legs together, unable to take one more second, he persisted.

  “I can’t,” I panted. “Too sensitive.”

  Finally, his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me from the counter.

  “You can. And sensitive is good.”

  “I’m sorry, it’s just…I haven’t really done anything like that ever.”

  “Ever?” His face was inches from mine as he carried me toward the bedroom.

  “I told you it’s complicated.”

  “Life always is,” he said, gently lying me down on the corner of his small bed.

  His glorious weight was on top of me, and my hips rose to meet his, desperate for more of him.

  “What happened to once?” I groaned. He sank deep inside of me and I was lost in pleasure yet again.

  Mack

  This chick was going to be the death of me. And yet, I already wanted her again within minutes of pulling out of her.

  I’d never had a woman in my bed. Grace was conceived on the couch in my office, and I vaguely remember kicking Misty out around two.

  But that was a normal night, except for the fact that somehow a condom broke and by some ridiculous odds, I had a daughter.

  I was usually more careful. Actually, I was always careful. Except then, with Tara. She seemed to wipe away all of my normal reason. I stood up, in some forced effort to break the spell she had on me.

  “I guess I should go?” she said.

  Sitting up in my too-small-for-a-grown-man bed, she stretched her hands to the ceiling, a yawn escaping her perfect lips. I felt the twitch again, the flow of blood so primal it turned me into its slave.

  She reached to pull the sheet over her perfect tits, suddenly self conscious again as my hungry eyes devoured them.

  I was next to her in seconds, pulling the sheet back and tossing it to the end of the bed. “Stop covering up. Why do you do that?”

  “They’re not exactly the Pink Kitty quality you’re used to.”

  “They’re yours and they’re fabulous. In fact I can’t wait to get my lips around them again.”

  “You said once.”

  I smiled, something so rare for me I instantly forced my lips back into a hard line. “One occasion, Tara. I never said I wasn’t going to lick and fuck your tight pussy all night long. Besides, by my count I’m at twice and you’re at…?”

  She grinned, a gorgeous blush rising from her most excellent tits to her angelic cheeks. “I lost count.”

  “This time, you’re going to count out loud. In fact, you’re going to do everything out loud, Tara.”

  “I can’t,” she whispered. Yes, whispered. Not only did she lack the confidence to make some noise, she couldn’t even bring herself to assertively deny me.

  “Do you have any Fireball?”

  I shook my head. “Nope – I don’t drink, remember?”

  “More of that VIP merlot?”

  I shook my head, even though I had three bottles in the cabinet for the guests I almost never had.

  “So…I’m supposed to get all kinky out loud stone-cold sober?”

  “Yep.”

  “I-uh-I-um, I couldn’t possibly…”

  “Then thanks for a fun evening and our once is over. I’ll call Mike back with the limo to take you home.”

  Her eyes raked me up and down, settling longingly at my raging-again erection. I knew she wanted it as much as I wanted to be inside of her endlessly.

  “I’ll try.”

  “You’ll try?” I walked toward her, stopping just out of her reach.

  She gulped and licked her luscious lips. “If it’s what you want, I’ll try.”

  Her hand reached for my cock, but I stepped back. “No, Tara, it’s not about what I want, it’s about what you want.”

  She shook her head, her eyes finally leaving my mid-section to meet mine. “I don’t want to talk dirty…”

  “I think you do. I think you want to stop biting your tongue and to scream filthy, nasty, basic words like cock, pussy, tit – but you’re too busy worrying about how you look, how you sound. That’s why you bite your lip, shove your face into that pillow, ball up your fists in self-imposed restraint. You’re afraid to lose control, and I certainly understand that. But if we’re going to do it again, you’re going to get loud. And you’re not going to try, Tara, because you know how I feel about that.”

  She nodded. “I will.”

  “Now, or I’m not coming any closer.”

  “Cock, pussy, tit. There, I said dirty words.”

  I took a deep breath, debating whether I really wanted to get this intimate with her. Fucking was one thing, I did that all the time. But at that moment, I was proposing a step further with Tara. A step I hadn’t taken with any woman in a very long time. No, I thought. Just let her go – have her again and then that’s it.

  But her eyes met mine, her chest heaving in anticipation. She wanted to be set free. And I wanted her for far more than just a few quick romps, no matter how much I fought it. This woman drew me in like no one had since…well, since her.

  I reached down, my hand wrapping around my voracious cock. “Do you want this, Tara.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, please.”

  I shook my head, pumping my fist a few times as her widening eyes drank it in.

  “Yes, Shawn, I want your giant cock buried down my throat.”

  I smiled as her hand flew to her lips, as if she could stop the words from being out in the universe. “Better,” I said.

  With a proud, lusty grin, she crawled toward me.

  “I like the crawling,” I grunted, craving her more every single second.

  “I like choosing to crawl, Shawn. And I love sucking dick.”

  “It’s yours for five minutes.” She lunged for it, but I wrapped my fingers around her throat and kept her just out of reach. “But two things – I need to hear noise from you, Tara, and don’t make me come or we’re done.”

  “But that’s my favorite part,” she sulked.

  “I don’t mind that part either, but I want to come buried deep inside you this time.”

  This time. Shit, I was already planning night after night with her. What the fuck was wrong with me?

  She pushed forward, leaning into my choking fingers, as if yearning for more.

  “Do you like this?” I tightened my grip as she nodded.

  “I’ve never…I don’t know…”

  “Out loud, Tara, remember our deal?”

  “I’ve never done that, or what I’m about to do to you.”

  I let my hand loosen, almost letting go of her neck. I was a control freak, and there was no way I was letting her get off that easy.

  Her eyes met mine, understanding my demand.

  With a quick clearing of her throat, she said the words. “Yes, I want you to choke me while I swallow as much of that cock as I can handle. And then, I want more of it.”

  “Ah, Tara, I knew there was a dirty girl hiding deep inside.”

  “Don’t leave any marks,” she said as I tightened my grip on her divine neck.

  “Husband might see?” The thought made me want to squeeze even harder.

  “I don’t have a husband, Shawn.”

  And with those words, she fucking impaled her face on my dick. It might not be twelve-inch porn sized, but this chick was impressive. So impressive that I forgot our deal.

  But she didn’t forget. As I slid in and out of her tight throat, she moaned as loudly as she could. Every noise clearly meant to defy all of those years of being told to be quiet, to sit still. Tara was about to roar, in more ways than one.

  Her eyes never left mine, until finally my head fell back, my legs tightening. And then, just when I was about to explode, she stopped.

  My hands reached for her head, desperate for her mouth.

  “No, no,” she protested, pushing me away. “Y
ou said five minutes, no orgasm”

  The word orgasm brought me back to reality, but hey, she was trying. And, she was right. Those were my terms.

  “Of course,” I said, pulling her up to my chest. “Now, lie back. My turn.”

  I jolted awake as the sun streamed through the broken plastic blinds. “Grace!”

  “She’s fine, sleeping,” Tara said with a yawn.

  “No, she should have woken up wet, hungry.” I threw off the covers, frantic to get to my baby girl. How could I have let myself have fun when I should have been watching her, dammit!

  “I got up with her twice, Shawn. I just checked on her.”

  “What time is it? I have to…” There was nothing I had to do. But to wake up with a woman in my bed was unthinkable. And yet, as I remembered in the light of the day, it was me who nearly begged her to stay.

  “It’s not even five.” And then it got even more bizarre. A woman in my bed, in the light of the morning sun, snuggled up to me.

  Her arms wrapped around me, her head nuzzled into my chest. And I didn’t hate it.

  My fingertip skated down her bare back. “You said no husband?”

  “Divorced. Then remarried him. And then, last year, divorced.”

  “You wear the ring?”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “Ah, okay.”

  “Do you want to have dinner later? Or I can bring something if it’s easier with Grace.”

  “Dinner?” Shit, this was about to complicated. At least I hadn’t kissed her, yet.

  “I don’t do relationships. Oh, and I don’t kiss.”

  “Dinner at seven before you go to work.” She was getting bold, that’s for sure, and I didn’t hate it.

  “Fine.” Who exactly was I? Dinner!

  “Oh, and Shawn,” she said, taking my face in her hands. And then, she did the unthinkable, and I didn’t even fight it.

  Her lips meant mine with a kiss that I’m sure caused my heart to stop beating for a second. And even worse, I wanted more of it.

  Eight

  We’re Not Eating That

 

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