Almost Forgotten (Contemporary Erotic Romance) (The Broken Men Chronicles Book 2)

by Carey Decevito

  I handed the mic to Jordan who held it for me so I could grab Danica’s hand. She looked as if she was ready to bolt. “I thought it fitting that I waited until we were at our beginning to give us a suitable end.

  “Fifteen years ago, you told me that you loved me on this field.” I paused to let the crowd get over their reaction. “Fifteen years later, we’re back where everything began… before it was taken away. So this is me, picking us up where we left off, with a little excess baggage,” I looked to Jordan and winked, “our son.

  “You already know the rest, sweetheart. I love you. I’ve only ever loved you and you know that I’m the only one for you. We’ve had a rough go over the years you and I, haven’t we?” I asked her. She looked toward her shoes, tears streaming down her face and nodded with a small smile. “I once told you that I was ready to pack it up and make you mine after we graduated high school. After fifteen years, I finally have the chance to ask you. I’m a patient man, sweetheart but I’m tapped out,” I said. “So…”

  I took a deep breath and a knee, turned to the boys with a nod and another chorus of “Will you marry him already,” broke out.

  My heart raced at a staccato pace. Her eyes held mine and she smiled. “Yes,” she whispered and I couldn’t help the grin.

  “Louder, Mom!” Jordan said, laughing in the mic. “I’m pretty sure everyone would like to know your answer.” The crowd cheered their agreement.

  “Yes!” she said and threw herself at me. The stands went wild as we kissed and I slid the ring on her finger. Jordan waited until we were standing again before giving us our hugs. “You are so your father’s son.” She hugged him tight, taken over with a bout of teary giggles.

  “I think I might have to hit you up for some pointers, Dad,” he said, “that was fun.”

  Chapter 57

  The Jaguars won, although Kent was convinced that their win was because my stunt had thrown the reigning state champions, four years running, off their game.

  When Danica, Jordan and I arrived home, we were welcomed by more than my parents and Mike. Paxton, Alissa and Jasper were standing there in the family room.

  As soon as the congratulations were done and over with, Mom and Dad saving theirs for last, I reached for Jordan and wrapped my arm around his shoulders. “I’ve got two people that you need to meet,” I said and when we drew close enough, Jordan’s steps halted.

  My son looked between the older couple and myself and said, “T-they’re…”

  “Your grandparents — my parents,” I said. “Mom, Dad...”

  “My goodness, Jacob, he looks just like you!” Mom said.

  “Explain,” Dad said, “now!”

  Danica jumped in and curled her front around my side. “It’s not his fault,” she said. “We didn’t know...”

  “We didn’t know until a week ago,” I said.

  “A week?” Dad said. “You’ve...”

  “It was official as of this afternoon,” I said.

  Despite the depressing events of this morning, there had been some good news: the lab results came in. If there was any question as to the legitimacy of Withers’ decade-old results, they dissolved when the courier arrived.

  “It’s true,” Danica said. “Please don’t be mad at Jacob. I didn’t want anyone to know until we knew for sure.”

  “Dad, it’s a long story and right now’s not the best of times to explain the lengthier version of it,” I said and squeezed Danica tighter to me.

  Dad’s hard expression melted away, his eyes remaining stern, traveled from me to Danica and his gaze softened when he studied her. “I have a feeling this story isn’t going to be something easy to digest, is it?” he asked her.

  “I’m sorry, it’s not,” she said.

  We turned to find my mother approaching my son, their eyes having yet to leave each other. The woman cupped his face in her hands, she smiled at him. “So much like your father,” she whispered and then leaned to kiss his cheek. Before she could pull away, Jordan pulled her in for a hug and buried his face in her neck and I felt my heart stutter. She didn’t hesitate to wrap him in her arms either.

  I felt Danica bury her face in my chest and when my eyes met my father’s, the man was grinning. “I came into tonight thinking I’d enjoy a soccer game only to find out that my son is settling down, and I have a fifteen-year-old grandson,” he said, somewhat chocked up. Mom giggled and pulled away with Jordan releasing his grip on her to turn to my father. He stuck out his hand but Dad being Dad grabbed my son by the shoulders and pulled him in for a man hug. “Welcome to the family, son,” he said and the emotion in his voice couldn’t be missed.

  With the last of the visitors gone and Jordan off to bed, I watched Danica as she tidied the kitchen from across the room, feeling lucky that she’d agreed to be my woman for life.

  When the last of the bottles had been trashed and glasses stowed in the dishwasher, I grabbed onto her hips and turned her to me. “I love you,” I said and kissed her forehead.

  “Love you too, handsome.” She leaned in and pressed her mouth to mine. “Now,” she whispered against it, “do you think you can manage to take your fiancée up to bed? It’s been a long day and I’ve got some serious plans for tomorrow.”

  “And those are?”

  Pulling back, I could see that devilish twinkle in her eyes. “I’m going to be busy making sure my husband-to-be’s needs are met.” She winked and leaned over to my ear and continued, “over and over and...”

  I put my shoulder to her stomach, in a fireman’s hold and smacked her ass, eliciting a giggle. “It’s off to bed with you, woman,” I said, flipping the deadbolt on the front door and rushed her up the stairs.

  Chapter 58

  Everywhere she touched, kissed, and licked set my skin ablaze.

  Too bad it was all a dream.

  I woke in a sweat and my cock was as hard as it’s ever been. I cried out when I felt a sinful mouth swallow my shaft whole. Within a minute I was exploding and the pleasure didn’t stop there.

  It wasn’t a dream!

  I felt her skin to skin, sliding her body over mine as she pulled the sheets down from covering her head. She climbed up my body with more of those heated licks and kisses until our eyes connected when she reached my chest. Her hand was still between us, making sure that I stayed erect by pumping my length. It was enough to keep the fire stoked beneath the pot she was stirring.

  “Good morning.” She smiled that innocent smile of hers and kissed me hard on the lips. “Nice dream?” Innocent, my ass!

  “I’ll show you.” I bit her bottom lip and flipped her over. “I hope you enjoyed that because I’m about to make you see those same stars that came flying through here minutes ago.”

  “I’m counting on it, baby.”

  I crashed my lips to that smart mouth of hers in a punishing kiss before pulling back. “That’s one hell of a fucking wake up call woman.” I entered her hard. Her loud cry of passion had me grinning down at her. “That sounds about right. I should tie you to the bed for that stunt.”

  “Do whatever you want to me, baby, I’m yours,” she said on a choppy exhale and I pulled myself out and plunged right back in.

  “Say it again!” I said.

  “I’m yours!” I plunged back into her and waited. “I’m yours, Jacob.” I retracted and plunged again and as we continued the pattern, her voice grew hoarse from how loud she became. For the first time since buying my house, I was thankful for soundproof walls.

  I kept fucking her until I felt her pussy clamp down on me like a vice, her words ceasing to make sense, turning into rambles of incomprehensible things.

  I prolonged her bliss by thumbing her clit. Her cries mixed with her whimpers, moans and guttural grunts. The array of sounds that she emitted made me wish that I wasn’t about to come again. By the time she reached her second climax, I went along with her for the ride, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization at the pinnacle of our release.

  I rolled h
er over so she laid over me, my length still inside her. She ran her left hand over my forehead, brushing my hair out of my eyes and that’s when I spotted the sparkle. I seized her hand and took a look at the diamonds I’d put there less than twenty-four hours ago. The fact that my ring was the only thing she wore made me want to ravage her again but a certain appendage of mine had other ideas. A little rest was in order.

  I kissed the knuckle, over the band. “God, I love you.”

  Her face held a look of adoration and her smile widened to a grin. “I love you too, baby.” She leaned up to deliver a soft kiss.

  My cell began to ring and I looked at the caller ID to see Steve calling. “It’s Steve,” I said. She rolled off of me and I sat up.

  “You get that and I’ll go make us breakfast.” Giving me a quick peck, I watched her get up. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

  Her intent wasn’t lost on me. “Hello?” I groaned into the phone as I watched her slip into her robe, covering all that delightful porcelain skin.

  “You all right?” Steve asked.

  “I’m fine, what’d you find?” I asked. “By the way, I’ve got some information to share with you too. Might make your job easier.”

  “Old man Withers is involved,” he said.

  “Fuck! I was going to tell you the same thing.”

  “There’s something else,” he said.

  “Go on.” I listened as he told me everything.

  Chapter 59

  By the end of the call, I knew I could hold on to the promise I had made to my fiancée. It would take some work and there would be some downsizing needed but Withers International would live to see another day, a year, a decade. It would all depend on Mike and Danica.

  With a bit of digging, Steve got his hands on enough information that a judge would have no problem overturning the notarized contract as long as Mike and Danica both were willing to lay testimony. I doubted that would be an issue.

  Along with the aforementioned information, Steve located forensic proof of Withers’ and Spalding’s perjury and embezzlement. Suffice to say that both men would be seeing the inside of a cell when all was said and done.

  As for Duncan, I figured that with his more than questionable track record, the reputation he’d gained in the courtroom, the least that would happen to the guy was that he’d get disbarred. I was leaving that to the authorities whom I was hanging up with when Danica had returned with breakfast.

  It was safe to say, that Danica had been all too happy, to indulge in her own voracious method of thankfulness. It goes without saying that our breakfast could have been considered a brunch with how thorough she had been with her thank you’s.

  We were sitting around the table at dinner when Jordan came out with something that both shocked and delighted me. “Mom,” he started, “I want to do something but I need your help and you might not like it.”

  “What’s that?” she asked, her brows narrowing.

  His face boded a look of business. After a deep breath, he went for it. “I want to change my name,” he paused, “to Landen.” He looked at me and smiled.

  “Are you sure?” I asked at the same time Danica said, “I figured I’d ask you about that when we got closer to the wedding.”

  “I’m sure. It’s not that I don’t like my last name, it’s just that it’s not right. Once you guys are married, you’ll take his name and...”

  Danica grabbed my hand and squeezed. “When do you want to do this?”

  “Tomorrow, after school, maybe?”

  “Okay.” She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “I guess I’ll be the one out of the Landen name.”

  “Not for long.” I leaned over the table and gave her a quick peck on the nose. “I’m hoping to convince you to marry me less than a month from now.”

  “Doing things at hyper speed, huh?” She laughed.

  I nodded and said, “Gotta keep up with the pretense, right?”

  Jordan laughed.

  “Then, I have a proposition for you, handsome,” she said.

  “And what’s that?” I asked. “Name it and it’s yours.”

  “I want a baby.”

  “Uh… guys, I’m right here,” Jordan said.

  She turned to her son. “And what do you have to say about it?”

  “About what? A baby?” he asked. She nodded. “Cool, I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders.

  “There you have it.” Danica looked back at me. “So what do you say? A baby within the year?”

  “I think I would love you that much more to see you grow round with our baby,” I said.

  “Then it’s settled.” She clapped her hands together. “We get married a week from next weekend and...”

  “And you live happily ever after.” Jordan rolled his eyes.

  “We,” she said.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah…” He rolled his eyes again and I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m going to my room. Behave.”

  I laughed and arched a brow at my woman. “Behave?”

  “You think he knows about… well, you know?” She watched our son’s retreating back.

  “Sweetheart, the kid’s fifteen, of course he...”

  The kid poked his head into the kitchen. “My father once told me that a gentleman never kisses and tells.” Danica’s jaw dropped. “But take a page from this book, never get caught with your pants down. I think Uncle Mike is still having nightmares.”

  I groaned.

  “What? Who…” Danica shot to her feet.

  Jordan laughed. “Have fun, Dad.”

  Her eyes narrowed further on me. “I didn’t!” I argued. “I swear!”

  “Jacob Nathaniel Landen.” She tapped her foot and crossed her arms at her chest.

  “Relax, Mom,” Jordan called from down the hallway, “Dad’s innocent. You might want to talk to Uncle Mike about the pants down bit though.”

  “I’m going to...”

  “You’re going to do no such thing,” I told her. “I’ll rip his throat out myself and then the kid’s if I find his tiny pecker in that Jenna girl or any girl for that matter before he’s twenty.”

  “Who said it’s tiny?” Jordan’s voice made us jump.

  I turned toward the kitchen entrance to find him leaning against the wall. “I thought you said you were heading off to do homework?”

  “I figured I’d stick around for the fireworks,” he said, looking smug. “Oh and for the record, it’s not tiny. Now, before this whole sex talk gets any more awkward and Mom goes any redder in the face and her head explodes, I’m getting out of here.”

  “Nica,” I said and turned to her when Jordan’s footsteps disappeared up the stairwell, “honey, are you okay?” I heard Jordan’s bedroom door shut.

  Her coloring went from red to pale. “My kid is talking about sex,” she whispered into my chest before looking up at me. “I think we’re in trouble.” She bit her lip before asking, “Are you sure you really want a baby?”

  I wrapped my arms around her. “With you, I’ll have a whole football team if you asked me to.” The horror on her face made me crack up. “Just kidding. Yes, I want another baby with you. I was an only child and I don’t want that for him and I never pictured us ever stopping at one. I wasn’t around to see my first-born grow up and based on him alone, I know that every other child will be fortunate with you as their mother.”

  “They’ll be lucky to have you as a father, Jacob. You’re a natural at it. How about we get to practicing?” The look on her face told me that she was dead serious about it too.

  “Haven’t you had enough woman?” I whined in a playful manner.

  “Never,” she said. “Then again, a nice bath and some cuddling TV-time in bed with you is just as appealing.”

  “Are you telling me that the TV is as interesting as I am?”

  “Maybe.” She curled her lips inward to keep a straight face.

  “Maybe?” She nodded. “I’ll show you maybe.” Her body shivered at the intent in my words
and I reveled in the power my intent held over her.

  Chapter 60

  Danica was bound and blind. I abstained from the gag, wanting to hear her. And perhaps, I wanted to make use of that mouth of hers too.

  “Baby, I’m about to ravage you from top to bottom,” I said. She licked her lips and her bare breasts rose and fell at a faster rate.

  I leaned forward, fisted her hair in my hand and pulled her head up. She let out a moan, her breath fanning over my face. I kissed her hard, bringing forth a feminine groan.

  Lowering her head back to the pillow in a gentle fashion, I began to trail kisses from the side of her neck and her collarbone, tweaking her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, rolling them.

  I trailed my hand to her stomach, my lips following close behind, tracing her stretch marks. “I never told you what these do to me now that I know that Jordan is mine, have I?”

  “No.” Her voice was hoarse and charged with eroticism.

  I fanned my fingers outward and ran them over her hips and kissed her navel. “Baby, they make me hot. Knowing that we created a life is fantastic, but the fact that you carried him, nurtured him, kept him safe, means more to me than you’ll ever know.” I moved my kisses around her torso, her moans filling my ears and I could hear the jingling of the cuffs. When I pulled away, her lower torso made to follow as her hips arched up off the bed. “I love the way you respond, the way your body begs without you having to say a word. But when you do, baby…”

  “Jacob,” she began, “please.”

  “Please what, sweetheart?” I hovered over her pussy, breathing air onto her glistening folds. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

  Another whimper came out of her. “I want…” I helped her along with gliding a finger into her slick core, licking that engorged clit of hers. She arched her pelvis into my face. “Yes!” she said on a sigh.