by K. L. Donn
Celeste
Taking a deep breath for courage, I knock on the door of my lifelong home and pray I’m going to be able to get through this unscathed.
“Celeste?” My father opens the door. “Why in the world are you knocking?”
He scowls when he sees Martin beside me with a hand on my back.
“Because I wasn’t sure I would be welcome.”
His eyes widen, and I feel momentarily guilty for my doubts.
“You will always be welcome in your home,” he says, opening the door to prove it.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to do this, but I figure going as normal as possible might be for the best.
“Mom, Dad, this is Detective Martin Lynch. My boyfriend.” Marty smiles at me. Mom sips her mimosa and Dad looks at us all before making a move.
“It’s nice to meet you, Martin.”
I wasn’t sure he would catch on. I needed for him to let me do this my way. As they shake hands, a sigh of relief billows out and my chest unleashes the tightness around my lungs. I can breathe again.
It might be unconventional and a little weird at first, but as Dad gets to know Martin better, things ease up and soon we’re all laughing. Even Mom, who is two sheets to the wind already.
Around dinner time, Dad drops the bomb, though.
“Listen, Martin, we love Celeste; she’s an amazing girl.”
Martin gazes at me with nothing but love in his eyes.
“I agree.”
“I’m glad you do. Because if this is what she wants, we have some ground rules while she’s still in school.”
He has a look in his stare that worries me.
“She does not move in with you until after graduation and, before that happens, I want to see where it’s going to be. Working in homicide, I know that you may be gone in the evenings, or even overnight, so I want to make sure she’s living somewhere safe.”
“Deal.” Martin agrees easily enough.
“Curfew on school nights is eleven.”
Martin nods again.
“Come fall she still goes to college. She was accepted into some great schools and deserves to have a future outside of the two of you as a couple.”
“Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Good. I’m glad. I want my daughter happy, Martin.”
For a minute, as I watch the man who has appeared so cold almost all of my life, I see a man filled with worry.
Over me.
Standing, I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, whispering in his ear, “I love you, Dad. Thank you for accepting Martin.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. I’m sorry you ever felt like we didn’t. You’re the light in our lives and I only ever wanted what’s best for you.”
Kissing my forehead, he steps back and hands me over to Marty.
“Keep her happy, keep her safe, and we’ll be happy to have you as part of our family, Marty.”
“I will, and thank you. Celeste is my everything and there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for her.”
Epilogue One
Celeste
“Ladies and gentlemen, join me in congratulating Wilson High’s class of 2019!”
Tossing my cap in the air, amidst deafening cheers, I waste no time in rushing to Martin’s side in the stands with Mom, Dad, the Inwood’s, and their kids.
“Baby,” Martin murmurs in my ear as he lifts me in the air. The past two months have been brutal. It seems all the crazy people have come out of the woodworks and started a killing spree, because I’ve seen Martin once, maybe twice a week since we spent the day with my parents.
“I did it!” I squeal as he puts me back on my feet.
“So proud of you, sweetheart.” Mom and Dad come over to hug me.
“Never had a doubt.” Grace says as she hugs me tight. “Have you told him yet?” I shake my head no. A couple of weeks ago, I wasn’t feeling well, and Grace made me take a pregnancy test that turned out to be positive. I wanted to keep it secret until after graduation. I didn’t want my parents to worry, and I knew if Martin knew, he’d be insistent that I move in with him immediately.
Last week, after over a month of searching, he and Dad found an apartment close to Columbia and in a good neighborhood. I was worried at first. I didn’t think I could be a mom and still go to school.
Saving Grace came to my rescue, though, and for the past three weeks we’ve been planning my courses and appointments. We’ve looked into childcare at the university and Grace even offered to watch the baby while I was in classes. I told her I’d wait to decide on that until Martin knew.
“Martin, Dad, Mom. I have some news…”
I bite my lip and squeeze Grace’s hand for support as they look at me. The longer I take, the more worried their gazes become.
“I’m pregnant.” My eyes close tightly as I wait on the explosion likely to follow.
“Congratulations, honey!” Mom says, and I open my eyes to see hers are filled with tears. “Now where’s the vodka?”
I laugh because, as much as I love the woman, vodka is her first love.
Dad glares at a shocked Martin.
“Say something, boy!”
He smacks the back of Martin’s head and that seems to pull him out of his surprised state.
“Pregnant?” Martin mutters. I’m not sure how to take his reaction. He talks about a baby all the time. I suppose I thought he’d be excited.
“I didn’t plan for it to happen,” I whisper when he still remains silent. Tears hover on my eyes and my Dad gets angry.
Standing in front of Martin, he grips his shoulders and shakes him a little—okay, a lot—and hard.
“Listen up, Detective, if you don’t give this girl that smile I know you’re holding back and kiss her like you want to annoy me, I’m going to shoot you with your own gun.”
Dad’s threat works.
“I’m sure something in there was illegal, but I just don’t give a fuck,” Martin growls as he pushes Dad away and strides the three feet towards me and picks me up in his arms.
“It’s about fucking time to make you Celeste Lynch, don’t you think?”
His words are harsh, but the happiness, masked by a sheen of tears in his blue eyes, screams his joy over my surprise.
“I really do,” I whisper back, kissing him before he has the chance to kiss me. For once, I take control and devour his lips. I dip my tongue in his mouth and suck roughly before I bite him.
“I love you, Martin,” I murmur.
“I love you too, Celeste.” He breathes into my neck, holding me tight to his body.
Epilogue Two
Marty
“Martin, did you hear me?” Celeste’s voice is far away. Or at least it feels like it.
“What is with you and graduation day?” Onyx laughs.
“It’s not my fault!” she defends. It’s not. At least, I don’t think it is.
“You broke him this time.” Her father laughs. “Son, you still with us?”
“Sergeant Martin Lynch, if you don’t respond, I’m calling an ambulance and having you committed.”
Celeste’s threat makes me blink slowly.
“Hi, baby.” She whispers to me the same way she does with our three-year-old son, Caleb.
Clearing my throat, I grip Celeste’s hand, and tell everyone, “Excuse us. We have somewhere to be.” Like our bed.
“Congratulations!” I hear everyone screaming behind us, but I don’t fucking care. Celeste is damn lucky I have a siren on my car—to race home—or I’d be tanning her ass as soon as we walk through the door.
“Are you going to say something?” she whispers beside me as I maneuver through the streets to our home.
“No.”
“Are you happy?”
“I will be when I get inside you.”
“Martin.” She sighs in that way she does when she needs me. When she’s so horny it’s fucking painful.
I’m barely in the garage
of our house and the door is just coming down as she strips off her gown, lifts her dress—no fucking panties—and sits in my lap.
“We’re having a baby, Martin.”
She smiles that secret smile that tells me her soul is happy.
“I couldn’t be fucking happier.”
Pulling the zipper of my slacks down, I don’t bother with the button as my cock springs free and aims right for where he always wants in.
She sits completely in my lap, sucking my dick into her tightness, and we both sigh with pleasure.
“Do you think Caleb will be happy?” she worries as she rocks back and forth.
“Woman, the only thing I’m concerned with right now is this tight little cunt of yours wrapped around my dick.”
Pushing my seat back, I grip her hips and help her rock along my length. The sounds of our loving are the only noises around us.
The scent drowns us both in ecstasy as Celeste sighs and moans into my neck as I do all the work.
“Oh, daddy,” she whimpers into my ear.
“Fuck, baby. Why’d you wait until the ceremony to tell me? We could have celebrated nicely before. Where I could have taken my time?”
Caleb was fast asleep on his grandma’s lap when I hauled his momma out of there. As soon as he wakes up and notices she’s gone, all hell will break loose.
Our son does not like to share her.
Neither do I. But I have to with the little tyrant. He’s too much like me some days.
“Because I like when you’re worked up like this.” Her words catch and I know she’s about to come.
“Tell me again,” I demand.
“You’re gonna be a daddy again.”
She does that breathy thing with her voice when she says daddy and I can’t control my reaction. I move her faster on my lap and soon we’re both trying to keep from letting our pleasure crest too quickly.
“I love you, Mrs. Lynch.” I hiss into her mouth as I devour her scream of pleasure, which sets off my own as she tightens around me, milking every drop of cum I give her. If she wasn’t pregnant already, she would have been.
“I love you longer, Mr. Lynch,” she whimpers, out of breath.
She’s not wrong. She has loved me longer. She’s given me everything, and for some crazy reason, keeps giving me more.
Without Celeste in my life, I’d be living alone, without the most amazing son in the world, and no happiness or laughter in my life.
Now I’m living it dirty with a wife who likes to keep me on my toes.
The End!
Treat Me
Her eyes Tempt Me.
She looks like sin.
She dances like an angel.
His hands Tease Me.
He watches with a dark stare.
He touches as if he owns me.
She was my student.
He was my principal.
She won’t let me go.
He can’t walk away.
Trick or Treat
It’s time to
TREAT ME
Chapter One
Jack
“Come on man, just one dance. A little fun. You gotta let loose!” I stare at Ethan Underwood—the history teacher at my high school and a good friend—as he begs me to accept his offer. He’s getting married in three weeks and I’m his best man. Friends since grad school, I only came out of obligation and duty.
“This isn’t my scene Eth.” I mutter as I down another glass of Single Malt and he glares at me. He knows I’m going to do it, but I’m going to be a pain in his ass about it. “Fine.” I mutter and stand up, following him and one of the waitresses working in The Secret Garden—a fancy gentleman’s club downtown—as I wonder how quickly I can get this over with.
Even though I’m the best man, Ethan’s brother Max is the one who set up the bachelor party for him when I expressed no interest in doing it. I don’t even know why he wants me to be his best man and not his brother.
“You’re lucky, tonight you get our very own Eden.” The waitress grins like the name should do something for me. Other than being a great play on words, I couldn’t care less.
“Thanks.” I mutter as she leaves with Ethan following behind like a lost puppy as I sit in the lone chair in the room.
I’m shocked at its comfort and size. At over six feet tall and still fit for my thirty-nine years old, it’s not easy to find furniture this nice to sit in.
“Welcome to the Secret Garden and enjoy your time with Eden.” A sexy voice whispers over a speaker hidden somewhere in the room.
As music begins to play a slow beat, a woman comes through a curtain from the side. She’s in black thigh high stalking’s, white heels, and has a silk wrap covering her body. My cock jumps as I eye fuck her body.
I’m old, not dead.
That doesn’t mean I’m not shocked by my response to the woman. Hell, I haven’t had any interest since my last breakup—four years ago. There’s only been one woman since then I’ve been interested in and she’s off limits.
Not that I’ll ever see her again. She had big dreams.
Eden sways closer, spinning in slow sensual circles around my seat in the middle of the room. She has a masquerade mask covering the upper half of her face and her dark locks fall in curled ribbons down her back. The woman knows how to move and entice a man.
I’m lost in the sexy fog of her presence and I don’t realize the slow song has switched to a faster one until she’s straddling my lap.
“No touching.” Her husky voice breaths in my ear.
“No promises.” I growl as I dig my fingers into the chair arms.
I can feel the heat of her cunt just centimeters above my throbbing dick as she sways back and forth. Teasing the beast, I’m desperately trying to rein in.
“You sound like a monster.” Her purred words only intensify the growling in the back of my throat. “I bet your wife loves it.”
“No wife.” I bite out through a clenched jaw. I’d like to rip the black negligee she’s wearing off with my teeth.
“Girlfriend then. A big bad boy like you can’t possibly be single.” She stands and turns, sits right in my fucking lap and grinds her voluptuous ass into my cock while leaning against my chest and staring up at me through the fucking mask.
“Single.” I bite out the single word, trying to concentrate on not picking her up, slamming her back against the wall and driving my dick into her tight little pussy.
“Really?” There’s genuine shock in her tone. “There’s a Halloween party next week, you should come. First dance is on the house.” Breaking eye contact, I allow my gaze to roam down her body, missing her chocolate coloured eyes already.
My mouth waters as I see her perky nipples poking through the lace material of her gown. “Fuck that’s a beautiful sight.” I groan.
“Thank you.” Her breath catches and it’s not until then that I realize I’ve reached over with one hand to grip her hip, holding her in place.
“Shit. Sorry.” I mutter, not wanting her to call out for the bouncer and end this dance. I need more from her. So much fucking more.
She tenses when I let her go and when she begins to stand up, I open my mouth to protest until she turns to straddle my lap again. Only this time she sits all the way down. Nestling my rigid cock between her thighs and rubbing up and down slowly.
“Here,” she grips my wrists and pries them off the chair arms. I remain silent and still as she places one hand on her ass and allows the other to cup her breast. “Nice and easy.” Her breathing quickens as I sit up straighter and lean forward, breathing in her scent at the crook of her neck.
It’s unique, something I barely remember smelling before. A mix of baby’s breath and raspberries. “Eden.” I moan as her actions pickup speed and I can feel my balls drawing up to my body, ready to release at such little contact.
Fuck, maybe I am getting old.
Eden leans down and I can feel her breath on my lips, just before we make contact a loud bang
ing pounds on the door I came through followed by, “Five minutes!”
She jumps in my arms, but I don’t let her go. I act on pure instinct as I pull her closer and control the motions of her body against me while stealing her lips for a deep plundering kiss.
I suck her tongue into my mouth and grip her hips with both hands now, pushing her up and down on my length. Her body shivers and a low moan escapes her throat.
Just as I feel her tense the music stops, and someone yells, “Eden! Times up.”
We both freeze and she jumps back like I’ve shocked her. Our eyes meet and I swear I know them. I feel a soul deep connection I’ve only ever felt with one other person but it’s impossible.
My Eden Glass left for the coast four months ago, after she graduated high school in June. She can’t be here at a club aptly named for her.
“Thanks for the dance.” I call as she vanishes as quickly as she appeared.
I walk out into the club, hard cock, pounding heart, confused about how similar she was to my Eden. My own forbidden fruit.
Chapter Two
Eden
“Hey, Eady. Got a problem.” My little brother Oliver says as I walk out of the bathroom after a hot shower. Last night there was a bachelor party at the club and after that third dance I was shaken. I wasn’t sure it was Mr. Daily until I got closer to him and then my body went crazy.
“What is it?” I wait for him to speak as I pull the brush through my hair to untangle my damn curls. Everyone is so envious of my natural curl, but they don’t understand what a pain in the ass the upkeep is.
“I need you to come to school today.” I stop all movement. Oli is in his first year of high school and for some reason he thinks he has to prove himself to the kids at John T. Maple High School. The same school I went to for my final year.
The one where I fell in love with my principal and made a fool of myself at every turn. I thought his interest piqued after there was a big bust with a student and teacher about drugs, but I was wrong. He seemed to ignore me even more after that.
