Then There Was You: A Single Parent Collection

by Gianna Gabriela

  “All I want is to love her and him. I’ll never hurt them,” I promise her. I notice the minute she believes me as her face softens and a content look replaces her fierce, pained stare.

  “Then go. He’s been dying to tell you something all morning.” She releases her hold, lifts her chin, and nods toward the beach.

  “Thanks,” I say, wondering what he has to tell me, then turn and look out to the beach, where Ethan is already in the water.

  I sprint down the stairs and across the grass; and the closer I get to the woman lying on her stomach on a large round blanket, the more my dick grows, the harder it is for me to breathe since all my blood has dripped down to my cock; it’s honed in on her, leading the way and twitching like a bull to be let out.

  Jesus Christ Almighty. It’s not her swimsuit I’m staring at either. It’s the apex between her thighs; it can’t be helped. Her legs are bent upwards, spread apart slightly, and swaying back and forth. For Christ’s sake, she is a dangerously sexy woman. My God.

  Both my cock and I jerk back, halt and gape. Immobile.

  Motherfucker. Her ass, her back, her body. She’s sinful and a tease without even knowing it. And she is all mine.

  I stand there and admire her entire back. Her hair is piled on top of her head, leaving her delicate neck exposed, her bronze skin glowing from the top of her spine to the curve of her ass. My mouth waters to lick down the length of it, teasing her, watching her squirm. I’m doing my best to avoid her tempting little pussy. When every part of her exposed flesh enrages my cock more, I look out to Ethan, whose carving maneuver is perfect through the turn of the wave. My dick slowly dies when he catches me and falls from his board.

  “Dad!” he yells, which causes Cora to shift her body onto her back, her elbows holding her up. Goddamn it. My cock jolts again. Her perfect tits, her long legs, and that bikini… it does nothing to hide the tips of her nipples poking out. I swear to God they harden more from my stare.

  “You sure as fuck don’t look like an angel in that suit. Jesus Christ, Cora. If he weren’t out here, I would take that tiny thing off of you. Fuck me.” She says nothing. A smile spreads across her face. It’s vicious and deceiving.

  “I’m sorry.” Her mouth pouts. Liar. If I didn’t know better, I would say she’s tempting me on purpose. Her gaze travels slowly down my body, mouth parting, and a tiny gasp escaping her lips when she sees my aching cock that’s dying to be set free jutting straight out. Yeah, Angel, he’s ready to pounce. I let her little show of wiggling her bottom further in the sand go until we’re alone. She’s trying to relieve herself. I slowly shake my head; my thoughts go to my eyes telling her there isn’t a damn thing that’s going to ease either one of us until my face is buried between her legs until she screams, my cock replacing my tongue once she comes all over my face. Before that, though, my hand is going to spank that perky little ass, making her nice and red for simply tempting me.

  “I thought you had to work all day?” Ethan runs up dripping water all over Cora, who startles, jumps up, her tits bouncing enough to make me drool. I plop my ass in the sand to conceal my painful dick from scaring the fuck out of my kid once again. If I don’t have her soon, I’ll be walking with a permanent hard-on with a sign hanging from it that reads ‘Natural Cock Enlargement’ and an arrow pointing to her. Fucking hell.

  “I did. Thanks to Jude telling everyone in the precinct about the two of you, my boss gave me the entire week off.” I keep my eyes trained on him; no fucking way am I looking at her. I couldn’t move if I tried. His excitement is bursting from his insides out.

  “Holy shit. Mom, we need to go do something since Grandma and Grandpa told you to take the week off, too.” Well, fuck me to the heavens. The three of us have the entire week? Thank you, God.

  “Whatever you and your mom decide to do is all right with me. Do you want me to go get my board? It’s looking good out there today.” I lift my chin out to the choppy waters.

  “She doesn’t care what we do, as long as we’re together. Right, Mom?”

  “Um. Right,” she replies, a tad flustered. I internally smirk. She shakes it off quickly to reprimand him with a threat I’m sure he won’t like. “However, you’re not going to do anything except call Henley and tell him you will not be entering the Ocean Fiesta in two weeks if you don’t watch your mouth.” There we have it. My guess is this is what he wanted to tell me. I may not know jack shit when it comes to kids, but he does need to check his tongue if this is a habit he seems to be developing with her. I remain quiet, knowing I’m not in the position yet to tell him so. I do quirk a brow at him, though, letting him know he may want to listen.

  “Sorry. I’ll stop. Can we change and go eat down at Stern’s Wharf?” He looks at me for the answer, so I take the lead and gladly respond.

  “Sure, how about Char West?” I ask, stand, and then bend to offer a hand to help her up. I’d love to pull her into me, smash my mouth to hers, and fuck her for days. Instead, I leave her to gather her stuff while I train my attention on Ethan.

  “That fiesta is in two weeks, yeah?” I ask.

  “Yeah, I can’t wait. Mom signed me up. She paid for two extra lessons with Henley for me, too.” The boy is so excited he can barely contain himself. I’m thrilled, too. I can’t wait to see what he can do out there and be happy doing it.

  “Give me the schedule when you get it. I’ll be there,” I tell him without letting on that the unintentional burn from his words singes my heart. It should be me paying for those lessons, me taking care of him. Fuck, Cora and I should be doing it together.

  “You guys ready?” Cora interjects my thoughts.

  “Can we take Dad’s truck?”

  “Absolutely,” I answer, that singed heart now healed over with pride by him continuing to call me Dad. A name I fully intend on fulfilling to the best of my ability.

  “Your truck is sweet,” Ethan says with a high level of energy and excitement once we park by the pier. Cora and I remained relatively quiet on the short drive here; all we did was answer every question Ethan rattled off, which was close to a hundred. One thing I’ve quickly discovered about him is his curiosity. The kid wants to know everything. From what kind of truck I drive to when we can go to the points. I nearly rammed into the back of a car when he told me about them all going to the drive-in movies last year and how I should take Cora there on a date. Cora stiffened in her seat, while my dick grew once again. Visions blurred my eyes of a naked Cora spread out in the back of my truck while I fuck her, then images filled my head of her riding me while the moon shines down on her hair, her perfect breasts bouncing with every hard thrust of my cock.

  He told me about the drive-in movies the other day when he made it sound like she loved to go there. Now I’m fairly certain it’s him who wants to go again by the way he continues to carry on about it. His innocence is infectious while my mind is far from innocent. It went right to fucking her brains out, as it is now while I watch her ass sway underneath her light blue short-as-fuck dress. I’m being tortured. Physically fucking tormented by my own child; and he has no clue he’s doing it. She does, though. Every mastered swish of her hips is an invitation. She better hang on tight, because I’m far from the teenage kid she remembers. I’ll fuck her into a stupor. Make her forget the past, and the only thing on her brain will be my name.

  “I can take you to the points in my sweet truck tomorrow.” I direct my phrase more to Cora than him when we stop outside the restaurant, where I push open the door, allowing the two of them to head inside. Cora has hardly spoken since he brought up the drive-in. The sexual tension drifting off of her is stronger than the scent of her perfume. She’s as affected as I am. Your voice, Angel, let me hear your beautiful voice.

  “I can go. Right, Mom?” One thing I’ve picked up on is that Cora can’t resist this kid. She has to talk now. I need to hear her voice; for some reason it calms me. My palms are sweaty as I wait out her reply. Praying like a motherfucker she says yes. That she t
rusts me to take our son on my own.

  “Of course you can. I think it would be wonderful for the two of you to spend time together.” Her words waft out like a breeze, blowing the delicious-smelling combinations of food along the pier. Delectable.

  “Table for three?” Thank fuck, a young hostess interrupts the rapid thoughts and the fluttering chaotic friction around us as Cora responds and we follow her to a table that overlooks the water. My eyes have been trained on her ass the entire walk down the pier.

  “What do you like to eat, Dad? I love the fish and chips. Are you getting the shrimp, Mom?” God, this kid is something else. He’s contagious. So out of tune with what’s going on between his mother and me, yet so in tune with what he likes, what she likes. He’s perfect, just like she said he was.

  “Fish and chips for me, too, bud. They’re the best in town,” I answer his question without even picking up my menu.

  “The usual for me, too,” Cora finally speaks. Her eyes catch mine when she does. They are so dark, so clouded over with want that they could shield the blinding sun overhead. Yeah, this meal is going to be torture for the both of us. I lock it down and rest my elbows on the table knowing neither one of us is intentionally trying to make it hard on the other. It’s a craving, a desire neither one of us can help. Every part of me calls out to her the same way she calls out to me. We can sit here all night and tell each other our wants and needs with the actions of our bodies. It’s the showing part that has me boring my eyes into her. I need to show her how much she truly means to me.

  11

  CORA

  I’m bursting into flames by the time we reach home. My skin is hot; my panties are soaked, and my head is trying to loop around the fact that this man, who smells divine, is standing so close to me that in this moment, nothing else about him matters.

  Can I please taste you everywhere and submit to your every demand?

  “You okay with that, Cora?” Riddick asks with a casual laugh that holds no humor for me as if he hasn’t been affected at all by the tug and pull happening between us all night.

  I changed my mind. Let me slap you instead.

  “Of course,” I answer, not having a damn clue what I just agreed to. I’m sure it has something to do with the two of them spending the day together tomorrow, which is fine with me. They deserve as much time together as they want. Besides, it will give me time to visit my mom. I desperately need her advice on how quickly I feel this is moving. I’m scared out of my mind about all of this, but not enough to betray my body’s want; and my body definitely wants Riddick.

  “Good night, Mom. See you in the morning, Dad.”

  “Good night, Ethan.” We both say in unison, our heads snapping to peek at one another. Eyes wide with shock.

  “Shit. I still can’t believe he’s ours,” Riddick whispers thoughtfully. The man is as perfect as a father can get. The way he pays attention with accuracy, soaking in every word Ethan says such as the sun soaks up water. It’s endearing and sweet coming from this big bulky hunk of a man.

  “You mean the world to him already.” I lean up on my tip-toes to deliver a kiss on his cheek. It’s the sweetest of kisses with the purest of intentions. Riddick takes it a step further; in fact, he practically crosses the finish line when he scoops me in his arms, walks me down the deck stairs to the side of the house, and quietly climbs the steps to the top without breaking a sweat.

  “Where’s your room, Angel?” he asks in a deep, seductive voice. I can’t speak, my tongue is tied, my brain is short-circuiting, and my pulse is thrumming in my ears. Somehow I manage to lift my weak limb, pointing to the right. I have no idea how, when my nerves are trying to hot-wire my brain to function. Is this really happening?

  “Oh God,” I moan when a hand slides up my thigh and cups my mound, causing me to shiver. “Riddick,” I hum when he slides a long finger through my panties, straight down the slit of my pussy and back up again. It’s happening, all right, and he isn’t wasting any time.

  “Wet silk,” he groans out at the same time my head drops back while my body shakes from his touch. “Take everything off but these, Cora. Stand on the deck with your back to me and your hands on the rail. I’ll be back in five minutes,” he tells me in a rough voice, then places me on my shaky legs before he strides out of my room.

  “What the hell? Five minutes?” I mutter to my four walls. I must stand there hypnotized, staring at that closed door he exited the entire time; either that, or his five minutes only turned out to be one, because his boots are hurriedly hitting those steps, making my walls shake to match my legs. “Oh shit.” I quickly lift my dress over my head and unclasp my bra, leaving them both on the floor along with my flip-flops. I make my way to the middle of the deck just as I hear the latch on the door lock. I swallow. Hard.

  “Riddick,” I say, slanting my head to the side when I hear nothing from behind me. His shirtless profile comes into view. My God, he’s perfectly sculpted. Every tattoo is shadowed, and all I want to do is turn around and lick them. My entire body begins to dance, my hands taking hold of the railing tightly. He’s fucking beautiful.

  Even more so than he was on the beach today when we were mentally foreplaying. I angle my head more; the sight of him has my breath leaving my lungs in one solid swoosh of heavy, dry air. The hairs on my neck prickle, and the wetness between my legs intensifies as I take in the sight of him in the moonlight.

  I’m in absolute awe of his hard, lean frame. His chest is smooth like the satin of my panties. Shoulders that appear sharp at perfect ninety-degree angles, arms well defined. My gaze travels down those arms that carried me up here, gasping when I see something shiny in one hand.

  “Turn around.” Oh, fuck. I’m in serious trouble here.

  I do as I’m told. Long gone is the man whose words make me want to melt; he’s replaced by a domineering sex god, a man who’s going to drive me wild with want. I can feel myself come undone, and he’s hardly touched me. Until now, when the warmth of his naked chest against my back forces a shudder out of me.

  It all falls into place as I hear the clack of handcuffs around one wrist and then the other. He’s caged me in, cuffed me to the railing. I’m unable to touch him.

  “This back, this ass drove me out of my mind today.” He trails one finger down the length of my spine, hooking it onto my panties as he tugs them down my legs, tapping each foot for me to lift. I’m exposed to him for the first time in years. I should be nervous, scared, and maybe intimidated by this man, who obviously knows what the hell he’s doing. I’m not. I feel safe, cherished, and worshiped. Even with my back to him, I can feel his admiration, his love, and the savage beast he’s trying to tamp down. Oh God help me, I want the man he’s become. Sweet, tender, dominant, controlling. I don’t care. I simply want him. Every part.

  “Don’t hold back, Riddick, please. Show me the man you’ve become. Take me how you want me,” I whisper.

  “I plan to. I’m just trying to decide if I want to taste your pussy first or if I want to wrap you around my cock.” He pours those sultry words out meticulously slow.

  “Holy shit. I’ll take both.” I tempt and taunt with a slight wiggle of my ass.

  “Oh, Angel. You have no idea what’s running through my head right now. I’ve thought of nothing else all day. How I wanted you to sit on my cock. How I reflected on fucking you hard, but now, after seeing you naked, you’ve unmanned me. I’m a hot fucking mess here.” The sharp sting on my ass has me suppress a yelp that remains at the base of my throat.

  “You’re all man.” I manage to speak around that yelp, my voice calling out the truth. Especially when I can feel his large manhood grinding into my back. His strong hand running over the slight bite in my bottom

  “You wreck me in a way I never want to come back from,” he whispers in my ear. Then nibbles.

  My mouth dries, and my gaze drops to the ground from his words. Heavy breathing mixes in with the sound of the waves; my moan becomes clear when he cups
both of my ass cheeks in the palms of his hands, squeezing. “Oh my God.”

  “Fuck,” he growls. His hands leave my ass, one snaking across my waist and the other grazing down to my bare mound. He wastes no time once again running a finger down my slit. He tortures me into a heated fever until finding my opening and plummeting his long digit inside. I feel him everywhere. His finger begins to move, slowly. My head falls back, my arms jerk, and I’m trapped in his masterful net of not being able to touch him. I’m panting with each rub of my clit with his thumb; each hit to the spot inside of me that wants to send me tumbling over this railing has me mumbling words I will never remember saying. I shatter in his arms, coming on his hand. Powerful. Excruciating. Numb.

  I lose the warmth of his body, feel the loss of his hand the second my orgasm stops. It’s quickly replaced by his sturdy palms pressing my thighs apart, and then, fucking hell, his tongue is on me, and he’s licking, sucking and lapping up every bit of me. Relentlessly assaulting my pussy. I call out his name. Yanking and clicking the cuffs.

  I’m. On. Fire.

  I convulse, fall apart, and mentally thank him for holding my legs up. If he’s wrecked, then I’m shattered.

  “Fuck, Angel. I’ve dreamed and wished for this. Never thinking I would be able to touch, smell, or taste you again. I’ve not once stopped loving you. Not once forgotten how you tasted, how you smelled, or what your silky skin felt like beneath my fingers. You own me. You, sweetheart, are the answer to every prayer I’ve made.” Those words fall from his lips effortlessly. He loves me.

  “I want more,” I slur out in my drunken state of euphoria.