Us lying in bed.
Her on top of me with her gorgeous breasts before me bouncing with temptation as she moved and me lying here like some kind of king who had everything.
I took the ice cream as she placed the spoon to my mouth but a little bit fell onto my chest.
My girl knew exactly what to do. I saw the saucy look she gave me as she lowered to lick the ice cream from my skin.
“You taste good,” she cooed.
“My chest couldn’t possibly taste as good as yours,” I teased, reaching for her little nipples.
“I think it does. But I know where tastes better than your chest.” The lascivious smile on her face told me she had other plans for me. “I haven’t tasted you properly this hour.”
Wild seduction raced through my blood when she slid lower and secured a slender hand over the base of my cock.
Fucking hell. The woman was perfect. The perfect goddess who’d had my body under her control for the last few days.
Yes… days.
We’d been at my house for days.
Seven days.
The fucking week.
Mostly in this bed, or up against the granite walls of my shower, or on the table in the kitchen.
All I knew was, we had food, water, and we were here.
I used the last shred of responsibility left in my mind to contact my PA to let her arrange a meeting with my new client for next week.
As for this week, I was going to be out of the office, and I didn’t want anyone bothering me.
Lana slid her hand up and down my cock and it strained in her hands, hardening. She knew just the right moment to lower her gorgeous head and take me into her mouth.
I groaned as she did and struggled to control my release.
It was so damn hard and became harder as I watched her head bob up and down my shaft.
Shit. I wasn’t going to last. The look in her eyes and the way she worked me told me that was what she intended. Me to come in her mouth.
Just looking at her was so fucking sexy I wasn’t sure how I hadn’t yet.
The sweet suction of her mouth overwhelmed me and my balls tightened painfully in response, making me growl from the intensity of pleasure that raced through me.
That just encouraged her to suck harder. My body tensed, blood pumping so hot in my veins it scorched me clean from the inside out.
I knew that was it, all I could handle. The climax built, rising on a crescendo of wild sexual heat as she pumped the base and my release came, exploding hot cum into her mouth which she took.
She took it and kept me there inside, taking every last drop.
As she licked the tip of my cock and smiled I gazed back at her unable to talk.
Me…
I couldn’t believe this was me, or that that was her.
“Was that good?” she cajoled.
I wasn’t sure what sort of question that was. It had to be of the rhetorical variety we’d laughed about the other day.
“You know it was.”
Her sexy lips parted, ready to answer me with one of her replies that would probably throw me but the ring of my doorbell interrupted.
We both looked toward the door.
We were upstairs in bed and I wasn’t expecting anyone.
“I don’t know who that is?” I stated, shuffling to straighten up.
She slid off me and wrapped the sheet around her.
“Maybe it’s important. Ryan we’ve been in this house for days, it’s like we skipped out on the world.” She laughed and it was the sweetest sound.
“That was the idea.” I grinned.
I couldn’t stop looking at her.
The woman was beautiful. She always was, but it wasn’t just that, that made me stare. It was that inner beauty that came from her personality. That unique thing about her that always drew me to her.
When I heard the main house door opening from downstairs I knew exactly who it was.
“Shit.” I gasped and reached for my jogging pants.
“Who is it?” Lana asked in a hushed voice.
“My dad. He’s the only one with a key to this place. Shit.”
While I pulled on one of my old college T-shirts, Lana grabbed my button-up work shirt from the floor and shoved it on.
“Ryan?” Dad called out from downstairs. There was a worried tone in his voice and the first thing I thought was: what if something happened to Mom?
“I’m gonna see him.” I told Lana quickly and rushed down the stairs to meet Dad. He’d gone into the kitchen and was just coming out.
“Dad!” I beamed, on the edge of a ragged breath. Admittedly, my damn heart was still racing and I was still struggling to catch my breath after Lana’s magical mouth on my cock.
Dad sighed with relief and the noticeable tension in his shoulders loosened when he saw me.
“Ryan! God. Kid, you could give an old man a heart attack. You don’t answer your phone anymore?”
I never heard it ring. My parents had one number for me and everyone else had another. After I left Tiffany I got a new phone.
“Is everything okay?” I asked again, thinking about Mom.
He frowned. “No of course not. I came to see if you were still alive.”
I tried to bite back a smile and failed. “I’m alive Dad and I’m sorry. I just lost track.”
“Of the days?” He raised his salt and pepper brows, and the grey streaks at the side of his head raised too. “Ryan you’ve been out of the office for the whole week.”
“I’m sorry. I was just having some down time.”
“You okay? I wouldn’t have come in the house like that but I was worried. I know you’re more affected from seeing Lana than you’re saying and I just wanted you to know that I’m here for you kid.”
Oh boy did I ever feel guilty.
Dad didn’t need to tell me he was there for me, or that he worried over me. He’d carried the same worried look for the last seventeen years.
Worry and grief.
Worry for me. Grief for Amelia and Lana. The least I could have done was told him she was back in town.
Or in my house.
“Thank you Dad.”
“Son, I feel the angst and the tension, so please talk to me. I admit I thought she would have come by now and I was hoping to see her. Personally, I’m just waiting for Detective Gracen to get back to me so I know I’m not needed here, then I’m flying out to L.A. to see her.”
My nerves spiked. “Oh, Dad you don’t have to do that.”
“I’m doing it. I’m like a worried parent here. She was like my kid too. I’ve held off for the last six years giving her more space than I should. Hearing that her mother’s investigation has been reopened must have done a number on her. I just need to see if she’s okay.”
The creak on the stairs cut him off from continuing.
Dad wouldn’t have expected me to have company and definitely not a woman at my house. Not at this house.
So when Dad first glanced up the stairs I could tell he must have been thinking the creak was the house making noise. The steps on the staircase were wooden and had been known to creak every so often on their own, depending on the weather.
Dad did a double take and looked back up, keeping his focus there.
I looked too, but I already knew Lana was there.
She wore my shirt and that little skirt she’d worn here on Monday.
I could see she’d done her best to neaten up her hair but it still had that wild sex look. It hung to the side in waves.
I bit the inside of my lip when she glanced at me then looked back to Dad who was still staring, looking at her like he was trying to figure out if she was really there.
I knew the feeling.
I guess though that it was different for him. I didn’t need to be told that Dad thought of her as his own.
“Lana?” Dad asked. I felt worse when his eyes glistened with tears. “Is that really you?”
She nodded and sucked
in a sharp breath. “Yes…Mr. O’Shea.”
I could see the emotion swelling in my father’s face. It moved him to her and she moved to him, flying down the stairs straight into his arms.
It was strange, looking at them, she looked younger almost childlike. Like how she looked before she’d left.
“My dear girl.” Dad gushed, holding her to him.
I really should have told him she was back.
He glanced at me and I half expected him to look at me like I should have told him, he didn’t though.
The look in his eyes was of understanding.
There were a lot of things going on, or that had gone on, that no one was saying, not talking about at all, just going through the motions by themselves.
We just had to understand.
Like me still not knowing why Lana left.
However, this week wasn’t about that. I knew too I was guilty of not telling her I got married to Tiffany, or the whole story of what happened to me in regards to Jack.
I would tell her though.
No matter what happened I would tell her.
It wasn’t important when I first brought it up but it became important with the days that followed.
* * *
I couldn’t blame Dad for wanting to catch up with Lana.
He looked so proud when she told him about her work. They laughed about her little office back at the mansion in the attic, which was actually still there.
They laughed about a lot of things, but I noticed how surprised Lana was when she heard he’d looked for her. In her eyes was a mixture of sorrow and surprise. It was almost like she really never expected him to do that. I noticed too the tact Dad showed in the way he talked around everything but never asked why she’d left.
I’d hoped she would divulge something to him, but she was the same as she had been with me.
She gave an apology. An apology with no explanation.
It was the first time I’d decided to just accept it for what it was.
We had lunch together and it was almost like the kind of Sunday we’d spent together as a family, with the exception of Mom and Amelia being absent.
We ate in the garden enjoying the scenery. I’d gone back inside to put the plates in the dishwasher and when I came back out I heard Lana saying she should get going.
While I knew I couldn’t keep her with me forever I was hoping she’d stay with me for one more night.
She stood and hugged Dad promising she’d see him soon then looked over at me as I approached. A tentative smile arched her pretty mouth when she saw the obvious crestfallen look on my face.
I was also very aware of Dad’s keen eyes on us. He’d been like that the whole day.
“Hey.” She smiled wider.
“Did you say you should get going?” I quirked a brow.
“Ryan I need clothes, and have you seen my hair?” She winced.
“You look perfect, and you actually don’t…” My voice trailed off when I realized Dad could not only see us but we were in earshot of him. “You don’t need anything,” I stated. That was a much calmer version of what I was going to say.
She giggled. “I feel like a cavewoman, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and it confirmed I’m starting to look like one too.”
“The mirror was lying, princess. But… I get it.” I got it, I’d just turned into a poor sap who’d done a complete turnaround from wherever it was I was going to switching up my focus to her.
She reached out and touched my face.
“I’ll see you for lunch tomorrow?”
I was already nodding before she could finish talking.
“I’ll come get you.” That meant a very short day at the office.
Her eyes gleamed with a sheen of purpose that reached out to me.
I didn’t care that Dad was here, or that he was watching us, or that it must have looked like he’d walked in halfway through a movie and didn’t know what was going on. He’d never known I was seeing her years ago and I always regretted that.
I always regretted that the person who I truly wanted to gain respect from was dead. I never got to tell Amelia how much her daughter meant to me.
Maybe she could see now. Maybe her spirit could see the emotion that coursed through my being.
I cupped Lana’s face and lowered to give her a kiss.
Brief… but enough to say everything.
She blushed when I pulled away and waved to Dad. One last look and then she was gone.
I looked back to Dad when I could feel his gaze burning a hole in my back.
Curiosity wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the look on his face.
I made my way back to him and sat down on the deck chair.
He eyed me up with that same curiosity waiting for me to talk, to give my rendition of what was going on.
“We… used to be…” I attempted and he inclined his head to the side.
He cleared his throat and ran a hand over his beard. “Used to be?”
I shrugged. “We were a couple way back when and then she left months after Amelia’s death and I didn’t know why.”
Concern replaced the curiosity in his eyes. “Ryan…”
“Yeah. I know… I planned to drop out of college and be an artist. We were going to run away together, to New York. The day we were supposed to leave was the day she left. She never met me. I waited and looked for her everywhere, never found her until six years ago. You know the rest of the story.”
Shock suffused his features, along with sadness.
It actually felt like a release of my soul to tell someone what happened to me.
“Son, I would never have imagined that’s what happened,” he sympathized.
“Yeah.”
He shook his head. “Did she explain why she left or what happened?”
“No. I’ve tried to ask but she hasn’t given me a straight answer. Just a bunch of stuff. She even said it was for the best.”
Dad narrowed his eyes. “She wouldn’t have just left you like that Ryan. It had to have been the grief. People behave differently and we can never know or truly understand what she must have gone through after her mother’s death. Maybe we were a reminder. I don’t know. What I do know without anyone telling me is she must have had a good reason to leave you.” He lifted his shoulders and gave me a small smile. “I knew you were seeing her. Your mother and I both knew. What I don’t know is why you never told us about her. God knows I would have been thrilled and my poor blood pressure would have had better years, or possibly stabilized, knowing you weren’t hanging around girls like Tiffany.”
Dad actually winced like he had a bad taste in his mouth.
“I know, then I had to go marry Tiffany.”
“That was a disaster, but not something you should think about. You have Jack. Think of him. He’s a beautiful boy who constantly looks up to you.”
I nodded and thought I’d go back to answer the other part of his comment. “I didn’t tell you about Lana because I’d spent so long trying to be the kind of guy I thought Amelia would want for her. If I told you, then she’d know. We were going to tell you all eventually. It was supposed to be New York first then we’d take it from there. I just… you guys knew what I was like. You knew how I treated Lana when we were younger. That’s a lot of impressions to fix.”
“I understand and I get it. I don’t think Amelia would have been any different to me. She was her mother, she would have known the same as everyone that Lana had feelings for you from day one.” Dad gave me a kind smile.
“You think so?”
“Know so. I remember the two kids who stared at each other when they first met. I recall the two kids who were probably doing their very best not to like each other and failing. I remember how she looked when she first saw you with Tiffany. I saw her look that way many times.”
“I was an idiot.”
“We can blame ourselves for a lot, but it’s just how it played out. I truly wish I could
have done more for her. I do. I felt like a failure more often than not in the last ten years. God knows what she went through when she left us. Amelia would have …” Dad’s voice trailed off and he stared out to the river.
I didn’t know why but I recalled that night I saw him with Amelia in the library. I never really forgot that night for its weirdness.
I’d assumed nothing suspicious was going on between them but I always wondered.
It never stopped me from wondering if it might have. I never saw anything else to suggest it, but Dad always got this look in his eyes whenever Amelia was around. The grief that took him when she died was indescribable.
Hearing she’d jumped off the bridge, taking her own life was something neither of us would ever get over.
“She meant a lot to you didn’t she?” I asked.
“Yeah. I just wanted to make sure she got that dream of hers to do fashion designing,” Dad replied.
“Not Lana.” I looked on at him in anticipation. “Amelia. I was talking about her.”
His gaze clung to mine and he pressed his lips together. “Yes. She did. She… was like no other person I’d ever met. Extraordinary.” There was that look again, and in reference to Amelia. It made me curious. “Do yourself a favor boy. Don’t be afraid to do what you want to do. Don’t try to please others. Don’t think about what’s right or wrong. Make sure you take care of you first. It’s happiness in the end. I really wish like hell you’d gone to New York and become an artist. That is who you were supposed to be. Not the lawyer. Whatever you have with Lana now, explore it. Doesn’t matter about anything else. She still looks at you the same way, and you her.”
I released the breath I’d been holding on to as I listened to his words.
I definitely had to admit it was the first time in many years that I felt like myself again. I felt like I had hope, and it was because there was something I wanted.
Her.
Chapter 16
Lana
Georgie and I were still screaming with excitement over the phone.
We’d been on the phone for five minutes. The talking lasted for a few seconds just long enough for her to tell me she was pregnant. Then we screamed out the rest of the time.
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