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by Michelle Hoppe

  Pierre looked at Greg in time to see his face fall. “Perhaps we should all take a seat.” He motioned toward the couch and chairs, indicating with his gesture they should sit down. He moved to the bar and poured four shots of Macallan, placed them on a tray and offered them to the others. Just as he turned to replace the tray on the bar top, Jason’s voice startled him.

  “I knew a Parker, she lived in France and spent the summer…” his words trailed off.

  “My mother’s name is Babbitt Parker. Twenty-one years ago she spent the summer in Paris with an American college student.”

  Pierre heard the defiant tone of Greg’s voice as he directed his response to Jason. He could see the shadow lift from Jason’s features as he heard the name thrown in his face.

  The sound of Jason’s glass hitting the far wall caused everyone to jump. He stood so fast none could have stopped him, “Why the fucking hell didn’t she tell me? My god I had a right to know, the stupid bitch.”

  If he expected an answer, he did not wait around to hear it. Pierre watched in shocked silence as Jason strode from the room and continued down the hall. Gregory stood to follow. Pierre moved to stop him, just as Victoria laid her hand on his arm, “Give him some time Greg, he is not angry with you. When he realizes what he has just done, he will be devastated.”

  “All these years I have waited to meet my father, to tell him how much I want him in my life, and he curses my mother.”

  It took over an hour for Victoria to get the story from Greg and Pierre. When they finished, she felt drained. “This is quite the homecoming.”

  “I only wanted to meet him. My mother warned me he might not want a son after all these years.”

  Both Pierre and Victoria spoke at once. “Not want you!” Victoria looked at Pierre, silently letting him know she would handle this. “Jason behaved badly, but I can assure you Greg, he will want you.”

  “How can you be sure?”

  “Because I know the man I love well enough to know he will calm down. When he does, you will meet the real man.”

  “I’ve met him. So far I think perhaps I am lucky he never knew of me.”

  “Do not say such a ridiculous thing, young man. You do not know your father yet and you will come to understand he was shocked, not himself. Now if you will both excuse me, I am going to find my husband to see if he is OK.”

  She did not allow either man to stop her, as she too exited the residence and set off down the hall.

  “What now?”

  Pierre did not respond to his question.

  “Pierre what is wrong with you?”

  “Did you not hear what she said?”

  “I believe she went to look for,” Greg’s voice trailed off as a perplexed look swept over his face. “Oh my god, she called him her husband.”

  “Oui.” Having Greg confirm what he thought he heard was all Pierre needed to down another shot of Macallan. “This calls for a celebration.” Glancing at Gregory, he realized the party would have to wait.

  * * * *

  Victoria opened the door to her office. Jason was sitting behind the desk, his face in his hands. She walked over to the chair placing her hand on his shoulder. “Jase?”

  He neither spoke, nor turned to face her. He simply took her wrist in his hand and pulled her into his lap. His fingers went to the front of her blouse, with one forceful motion he ripped the buttons off. Pushing the material off her shoulders, he reached behind her back making quick work of the clasp holding her bra in place.

  Her breast bare, he lowered his head to her nipple, kissing it gently at first. Rolling it on his tongue he slid her nipple in and out of his mouth, pulling hard one moment, then sucking in more and more of her breast. She felt the heat, yet knew they needed to talk. “Jase, talk to me.”

  He stood quickly, holding her body close to his so she would not fall. Without words he stripped her naked, the pain clearly visible in his eyes. As she stood watching, he removed his clothes as well, pulling her back into his arms.

  Taking her chin in his hand, he moved his mouth to connect with hers. Her lips parted to allow his tongue entry, his taste overwhelmed her. Sweet, warm, wet, his tongue dancing with hers, mingling as he explored as deeply as his tongue would reach. His lips pressed tight, his hands started moving again. Down her back and up, his fingers trailing over exposed flesh as the kiss deepened. He held her ass cheek in one hand while his other rested on her waist. His tongue continued to dance within her mouth; she could feel him slowly start to suck, tasting her juice, and kneading her ass. The kiss exploded, the sucking increased as her tongue pulled in and out, sending shivers rippling through her.

  *

  Jason felt lost, unable to come to grips with the secret kept from him all these years. His mind raced as his mouth devoured hers. All thoughts of what just happened were driven away as his need to possess her took control. Releasing her mouth, he spun her around, placing his hand in the middle of her back; he pushed her over into a bent position.

  Still unable to speak, wanting only to feel, he reached between her legs and pulling her labia open, guided his cock home. As his rod pushed past her vulva, the muscles of her pussy grabbed tight and held it there. The angle of his cock in this position shot it straight into her upper g-spot, hitting deep and tight against the back wall. He felt her body shake, as his muscle raked over the knot and a flood of hot juice poured around him. Pressing hard against her ass, he kept his shaft tightly in position, her muscles contracting, and the nub of her g-spot pulsing.

  He heard the low rumble of a scream start deep in her chest, as he pulled his rod back and slammed it home again. Over and over without thought, he thrust deep inside her warm folds, until cum exploded around his penis and a low-pitched scream of pleasure rushed from her lips, echoing around their bodies. The room was hot and beads of sweat rolled down his chest. Without pause, without hesitation to absorb the shock wave, Victoria pulled forward than slammed back again, starting the motion over. Grabbing her hips tight, he could feel her orgasm continue as his cock rode in and out, sucked tight by her muscles contracting as cum continued to flow and her ass pounded his hips.

  Jason leaned his head back, allowing his mind to fly free and gave himself over to the flood of desire building deep within. His lower body pushed forward, his upper body leaned back, the slope of his body driving the head of his cock directly into her g-spot, slamming it up against the back wall of her vagina. He was so deep inside, his cock filled every inch of her pussy, hitting hard with each thrust in and out. He could feel the blood pumping through the veins of his shaft, his balls slapped her ass and the rocking motion continued. Her screams were continual, rolling one after the other as orgasms shook her body.

  His body reacted, tingling spears of need soared up on a crest of desire, as hot jizzim moved up his cock, releasing wave after wave of cum into her pussy. The sounds coming from his throat were wild, animal-like howls of pleasure and his body jolted with each surge of fluid ejected from his cock. It was difficult to breathe, and he could feel her body racked with spasms, muscles contracting harder and harder.

  The air swirled around them, as the climax ignited both their bodies, the only thing left was a sense of touch, as each one’s flesh quivered with sensitivity. Drained of fluid, he pulled his cock from her body, taking her waist in his hands he pulled her upright and leaned her back into his chest. Resting his head on the top of her head, he gave in to tears.

  *

  Victoria’s body was still shuddering when he pulled her against his chest. His head coming to rest on her head, she heard and felt his shallow breathing. She knew he was crying and her heart ached to find the words to make things right. Feeling helpless to comfort him, she turned her body into his and held him in her arms.

  Stroking his back with her fingers, she waited, as he freed himself of the guilt, pain, and anger. Slowly over the next several minutes, she felt him relax and bring his emotions under control again. “He never meant to hurt you.”r />
  “I know. He must hate me now.”

  “No, he is only confused.” She leaned away from him, looking up into his eyes, noting the sadness still lingering there. “He expected you to welcome him with open arms.”

  Pushing away from her, he turned and pounded the desktop. “And I yelled at him.”

  “You did. He understands why you were upset.”

  “Christ angel, I’m forty-two years old and acting like a child. What must he think of me?”

  “He thinks you need time to come to grips with his existence.” She watched as he shook his head from side to side.

  “How could she have gone all these years without telling me?”

  “You will have to ask her, Jase. I do not know. From what I gather from Greg, he never understood her motives either.”

  Turning back to face her, “I have a son. My god, he looks just like me.”

  “Darling come sit on the couch with me so we can decide what to do next.”

  “What I need to do is go find him and apologize.”

  “Perhaps you should dress first.”

  Spinning his head around to look at her, he broke into laughter. In two strides, he was back at her side, lifting her in the air and twirling her in circles. “I have a son,” he shouted.

  As he set her back on her feet, she kissed him on the cheek, “Yes I know you do. Now let us get dressed so we can go meet him for real this time. And darling, I believe I let our secret slip.”

  “You told them we were married in Nassau?”

  “Not exactly, I simply told them I was coming in search of my husband. I believe they are both smart enough to draw the correct conclusion.”

  “I think we will stay naked a little longer my dear.”

  “Why.”

  “Because once we leave this room, I do not imagine I will have a moment alone with you for days.”

  “You do exaggerate, my love.”

  “Perhaps my darling wife, however I think I will keep you to myself a while longer.”

  “Jason, your son is waiting to meet the real you. I do not think we should keep him waiting.”

  “He’s waited twenty-one years my dear, two more hours will not seem so long.”

  Unable to resist the twinkle in his eyes, Victoria allowed him to lay her on the couch, once again surrendering to his lips.

  Chapter 18

  The sun almost hidden by the mountains on the western edge of the desert as a last burst of color floated on the horizon, the night closed in around him. For over two hours, Greg sat on the balcony waiting and wondering if his father and new stepmother would ever join them. “He must be really upset.”

  “More likely they are naked.” Pierre responded.

  “You truly believe he has gotten over his anger at my mother so quickly and is now making love to his new wife?”

  “Oui.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “Greg, son, I know your father pretty well. Trust me when I tell you for the fourth time, it was a moment of shock which gripped him. He will be delighted to have you as a son. As for the reason he is delayed…”

  “There is no need to shock the boy, DuMonte.”

  Greg looked up to see his father walking out the patio door, Victoria at his side. Uncertain what he should do or say, he remained silent.

  “I was not trying to shock the boy Jason. Besides if the truth be told, your sexual escapades would not come as a shock, not after what he has been up to in your absence.”

  “Pierre, damn it, shut up.” Greg knew he was yelling, but his activities of the last week were not something he wanted his father hearing of, not yet.

  Jason’s laughter filled the air. “If he is anything like me, you do not need to tell me a thing.” Greg noticed his father turn to look him in the eye. “Can you ever forgive me?”

  Greg stood and took a few steps in Jason’s direction before stopping. He noticed Victoria move away to join Pierre at the table. Standing in front of his father, the man he had waited a lifetime to meet, he could not find the words to respond. He studied his father’s face, looking for the anger he suspected must still be there.

  “For the love of god, Jason Hunter, take your son in your arms and tell him how happy you are to meet him.” Greg could not help but hear the demanding way in which Victoria spoke to his father.

  He watched as his father shot her a sideways glance, “I can handle this, angel.”

  “Oh really? From here, it looks like you have no clue what to do next. Would you not agree, Pierre?”

  “Leave me out of this, Belle.”

  Greg felt the warmth of their friendship surround him and wished he could find a way to let his father know he wanted to be part of his life. The words locked in his throat; he could not even force his lips to smile.

  Jason ended the awkward moment by extending his hand. Greg reached out to offer his hand, only to have it gripped tight as his father pulled him into his arms. “Never doubt you are welcome in my life, son.”

  Pulling back, looking his father square in the eyes, “You seemed so angry.”

  “Not with you son.”

  “My mother feared you would take me from her.”

  Sadness settled in Jason’s eyes. “I cannot say for certain what I might have done, given the knowledge of your birth, Greg. However, I would like to think her fears were unfounded.”

  “Knowing her as I do sir, I believe there will come a day, soon, when the two of you can discuss this in person.”

  Patting him on the shoulder, Jason pointed to the chair, “Go on and sit down. I will get a bottle and glasses so we can toast to our future.”

  “And your marriage.”

  More laughter from his father greeted this statement. “Yes, we have much to discuss.” He watched as Jason returned inside.

  *

  Stepping back outside, Jason handed Victoria a drink and sat at the table between her and Greg. Lifting his glass, he offered a toast, “To new beginnings.” Four glasses rose toward the middle of the table, high in the air and carefully brought together until touching. “To new beginnings,” four voices spoke the words at the same time, as each glass returned to lips for a drink.

  “I want to hear all about you, Greg.” Jason said.

  “Wait, before you start on a history lesson, I need to take my leave.” Pierre stood. Bending to kiss Victoria, he offered congratulations on her marriage. Extending his hand to Jason, he did the same.

  “You don’t need to leave. After all you are one of the family.” Jason stated as he shook the offered hand.

  “I will join you for breakfast, for now I need some sleep.” Looking at Greg, he bid him goodnight and left.

  “Tell me everything son. Where did you go to school? Do you have a girlfriend? How long do you plan to stay?”

  “Give him a chance to answer your first question, handsome.” Victoria gently chastised.

  Looking at his son again, Jason tried to control his desire to learn everything about him right now. “Go ahead Greg, you can start with the first twenty-one years.”

  Several hours later, Jason knew a lot. He was surprised to discover Greg forced his mother to give him his name three years ago, yet kept his promise to wait for his twenty-first birthday to set out on his journey to find him. He was proud of what he discovered about the young man he now knew to be his son. His mother, despite her deceit, raised him well. He would try to keep that in mind when he confronted her about keeping his existence a secret.

  The first rays of dawn appeared in the sky when they finally rose from the table and said goodnight. Father and son, each with a new understanding of the other, embraced once again, knowing there would be more conversations before they knew each other well. Jason watched as Greg opened the door to the guest room and paused.

  “Jason?”

  “Yes Greg.”

  “Before you go, I must tell you something else.”

  “Sure, what’s on your mind?”

  “Whil
e I waited for you to return, I have become involved with…” He stopped.

  “Involved with?”

  “Sophia.”

  Jason fought hard not to laugh at the tentative way in which Greg told him. Fearing to upset him, he tried to keep a fatherly look on his face. He heard Victoria’s intake of breath and quickly glanced in her direction to see the surprise written on her face. “Is it serious?”

  “It is getting serious. I just wanted to tell you before someone else did.”

  “Thank you, son, can we discuss this in the morning?”

  “There is nothing to discuss. I plan to continue my relationship with or without your approval.”

  Taking a deep breath, Jason fought for the right words. “Greg, you are an adult and while I hope to be a father to you, I cannot start by telling you who you can and cannot date.”

  “We are not dating Sir, we are having…”

  Before he could finish the sentence, Jason heard Victoria, “Like father like son.” Then her laughter filled the room.

  “Victoria, you will behave.” Jason ordered.

  Still laughing she replied, “Of course.” She walked over to Greg and kissed him on the cheek. “Please be patient with us Greg, we will need some time to learn to be parents.”

  Greg hugged her, a smile playing on his lips as he went in his room and closed the door.

  “Sophia and my son?”

  “Do not even start, handsome. He is a grown man and will make his own choices.”

  Jason looked at her and realized she was right. Taking her by the hand, he led the way into their room and closed the door.

  Chapter 19

  He stared at her sleeping face, following the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Diffused sunlight, filtering through the partially open drapes, played on her skin. Jason watched Victoria’s eye flutter, her arms reaching to trace his jaw line. “Good morning, my love.”

  “Good morning, handsome.” Sometime during the night, the sheets had slipped off the bottom of the bed, exposing her naked flesh. Following the angle of his eyes, she smiled.