by KB Winters
Shit this was nice. A family dinner. The last time I’d sat down for one of those, I wasn’t much older than Jack and damnit! I missed it. Even with just a few people there were several conversations going on at once about Jack’s classes, a planned trip to Arizona and school shopping. How they kept track of them amazed me. Left me envious and I fucking hated pointless emotions like that.
But all throughout dinner envy was the only thing I felt while they laughed and planned and walked down Memory Lane. “Baz do you have a girlfriend?”
“Why kid, you interested?”
Jack laughed and rolled his eyes, a move I was coming to associate with him. “Not like that. So, do you?”
“Not at the moment.” The truth was, I never had girlfriends. I had women I fucked. The lucky ones got fucked more than once, but not too often or they started to get ideas. I didn’t need or want an old lady and the pass-arounds were looking to get promoted to old lady. No thank you.
“Mom doesn’t have a boyfriend either,” he replied with a cheeky tomato sauce smile as he devoured his second piece of lasagna.
“Jack that’s enough,” she told him. “Baz and I knew each other long ago and that’s it.”
“But-,”
“No buts young man.”
Wow, Trina really was. A. Fucking. Mom.
Jack huffed out his displeasure and turned to me. “Can I ask you another question Baz?”
“Sure kiddo, what is it?”
“Are you my dad?”
Well.
Fuck.
I never expected that.
***
“You have to tell him Trina.” After Jack dropped his little bomb on dinner, dessert was eaten mostly in silence. Trina looked worried and Jack just looked pissed off while I simply enjoyed a slice of German chocolate cake.
“I’ll tell him when I’m ready Baz and not a minute before.” She walked out of the kitchen and took a seat on a plush blue sofa with a view out the front window.
“It’s not about you Trina. It’s about Jack. Why not tell him what all three of us already knows is true?”
“You don’t know what it means to tell him Baz. Right now you’re just some cool guy who’s nice to him but once he knows for sure, he’ll have expectations. He’s never had a father before, or a father figure. He’ll expect you to spend time with him, to be there for him.”
“And you don’t think I’ll do that?”
“How in the hell should I know? I don’t know you anymore.”
I stood just a few feet away from her, my hands fisted on my hips and glared down at her. “But you knew me eleven years ago when you never bothered to fucking tell me you were pregnant. Or that you had my baby!”
Trina was cool as fuck. One leg crossed over the other at the knee, hands folded in her lap. “You should’ve thought about that before you put your needs above ours.”
“You know I’m not like that.”
She stood up, we were face to face and she poked at my chest. “You made this choice, Baz, not me.”
I barked out an angry laugh. “Oh please. Obviously you’re back here because you couldn’t find someone else to play daddy to my son.”
In a split second, her hand flew out and she smacked my face hard enough to sting and shocked the shit out of me. Apparently, Sweetness had grown some claws.
“I didn’t come back for you Baz, trust me. I had no idea whether you were dead or alive!”
“What the fuck do you mean by that? You knew where I was. You could have told me.”
“Yeah well I didn’t. I loved you Baz. I wanted you, but all you wanted was your precious fucking club.”
That wasn’t true at all. The truth was, her leaving had ripped me wide open and after seeing her again, I wasn’t sure I’d fully recovered. But right now, she wouldn’t be able to hear it. “So that meant I didn’t get to know my son?”
“I thought about telling you but I was busy. Earning the money I needed to take care of my son.” She sighed and ran a shaky hand through her hair. “Then I called once and some woman answered and I knew it was better that you didn’t know. I figured you’d be married or dead soon and there was no point in breaking my son’s heart.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means he was better off not knowing you at all than knowing you and losing you.”
“Stop saying that!” I hadn’t meant to roar or get in her face but goddammit it, she was pissing me off. “I’m still here. Not married. Not dead. So you better find a way to tell Jack that he’s my son.”
“I will,” she answered, her chin tilted defiantly. “When I’m ready. DNA doesn’t give you a say here Baz and I won’t let you come in and dictate things.”
I grabbed her wrists and pulled her in close. “Soon,” I growled, inhaling that sweet scent that was all Trina. Then I did the thing I’d been dreaming of doing since I saw her in Black Betty. Hell, since I stormed out of our apartment eleven years ago. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her. Licking her lips until she opened them, tasting every inch of her like the hungry, greedy bastard I was.
She moaned into my mouth and I deepened the kiss, sliding my hands through her hair and down her back until they settled on her ass. Goddamn that was one fine ass. More than a handful. The perfect cushion for fucking her from behind. For smacking and leaving a red print of my hand. Fuck yeah, she felt so damn good all I wanted to do was sink my cock deep inside her.
Too damn soon she pushed me back. “I can’t go there with you again Baz. I’ll talk to Jack, soon, and then we can talk about what’s next.”
I wanted to toss her over my shoulder and lose myself in her sweet curvy body for the rest of the night. Instead I stepped back and nodded. “Then I’ll see you later, Sweetness.”
I kissed her again and left.
Chapter Four
Trina
Damn Baz and those panty scorching, bone melting kisses and damn me for allowing him to do it.
Days later, my mouth still tingled from his kiss, his handprint still burned on my ass. Why, after all this time, did Baz still have the power to turn me inside out? To electrify my senses? Of all the billions of men in the world, it had to be him who kept me so hot and bothered that I couldn’t sleep.
The only upside to my sleeplessness was that those waking hours were spent in my office, typing until my fingers cramped and my back was stiff. I made good progress on the second half of Sins of the Hourglass and I was pretty confident I had the beginnings of an outline for the next book. So even after kissing me like an oaf, claiming I came back to Brently because of him and trying to push me to tell Jack about him, I couldn’t even be mad at him.
The fucker.
What I could stay mad about was the fact the hero in my story had suddenly begun to look and act like the fair haired bad boy who’d stolen—and then broken—my heart more than a decade ago.
“Shit!” There was another thing to blame on Baz, burnt eggs. I tossed them in the garbage and started over. “Jack, it’s time for breakfast!”
The sound of his growing feet smacked against the floor, until he stopped at the table and then dropped into his seat. “What are we having?”
“Eggs, bacon and toast because we have to get a move on buddy.” Eventually I’d have to talk to him about Baz but I wasn’t ready. Not yet.
“Fine.” He piled his plate with bacon and eggs, taking just one slice of toast until I gave him the look. “Fine,” he groaned and took another slice. The little stinker had something on his mind so I took a small bite and waited until he was ready. “I’ve seen the pictures of you guys Mom.”
And there we were. “Pictures?”
“Of you and Baz together. Hugging and kissing and stuff. You were a couple.”
I nodded because there would be no point in hiding that much. “Yes, we were.” How Baz and I could be boiled down to a word as simple as couple seemed unbelievable, but that’s what we were. Two people who used to know each other.
/> “So, he is my dad?”
I sighed. “We’ll talk about this tonight at dinner, okay?”
He wasn’t happy but nodded anyway. “Whatever.”
I let it stand, because he wanted to know and he deserved to know the truth and I promised myself as I drove him to the community center, I’d gather up my courage and we’d have the conversation.
Tonight.
After dropping him off, I stopped to get groceries along with a few other items for my next blog post. Days like this made me wish I had a few friends to lounge with in the yard, maybe throw some burgers and steaks on the grill. Instead, I had to work. My novel wasn’t going to write itself.
I put the groceries away and headed to my office when I heard the mailman. I doubted there was any good news in there but I’d rather have bad news while Jack was away.
As usual there were tons of coupons, the local newspaper and a postcard. Fuck. From Jensen. All it said was, “See you soon,” in his prissy little scrawl that made me want to break something. “Fuck! Shit! Goddamn you Jensen!” I wouldn’t let that bastard ruin my new life. I would fight back.
“That’s a lot of nastiness coming from such a sweet little mouth.” Baz.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in class?”
Baz shook his head as he climbed the steps, putting his hand to the small of my back and pushing me inside. “Cash is back so my assistance is no longer required. Want to tell me why you were out here cursing like a biker?”
The last thing I wanted was to involve Baz in this so I slid the postcard into my back pocket and shook my head. “Nope.”
His mouth curled up into an amused smile that reminded of the young man I’d fallen in love with and I felt my knees wobble. I had to lock them to stop his effect on me. “Are we seriously going to do this?” He moved in, invading my space. One hand slid up to my waist and under my shirt, the pads of his fingers slid across my ribcage, teasing me. His other hand grabbed my ass and then, “Yeah that’s what I thought.”
“Hey!” I reached for the postcard he’d slid from my pocket, but Baz held it out of my reach. “Fucker.”
He just laughed when I pushed at him, grabbing my wrists in one hand as his gaze scanned the card. “Is this your asshole ex?” At my surprised look, he explained. “Jack told me.”
Of course he did. “Yeah it’s him. Somehow, he’s already found out where we are. He gets out soon and thinks we’ll be together.” I’d left because he had nine years of parole which meant he was stuck in Connecticut for the foreseeable fucking future.
“Hey, Sweetness. You know I’m not going to let that fucker near either one of you, don’t you?”
I did know and that was exactly why I didn’t want Baz involved. But I nodded because now that he knew Jack was his, I wouldn’t be able to keep him from interfering.
“Now,” he tossed the card on the table and pulled me by the waist until our bodies were pressed so close I could feel his heartbeat. “We have some unfinished business, don’t we?”
I felt his cock grow between us and all I could think about was how it would feel sliding between my thighs. Thrusting into me hard and fast, the way we almost always came together. My body was nothing more than a pool of lust and desire as he held me. My pussy clenched and my breasts hung heavy, my nipples hard and aching. I hissed out a breath when his hips pressed hard into me.
“I can’t hear you Trina.”
That snapped me out of my lust fueled haze. “I told you I’d talk to Jack in my own time.”
“I appreciate that Trina, I really do. But,” he grabbed my ass and lifted me, forcing my legs to tighten around his waist. “That’s not the business I’m talking about. This is,” he told me, brushing his lips against mine so softly I let out a whimper. His lips were soft and warm as they pressed their way down my neck, leaving a trail of wet heat that lit my body on fire.
I moaned. Or maybe I whimpered as his cock rocked onto me and then we were falling onto my bed and his hands slipped into the waistband of my pants, cupping my pussy and letting his fingertips brush against my swollen lips. “Baz.” It’d been too long since a man touched me like this and even longer since the right man had. “Oh Baz,” I moaned as one finger and then two slipped inside. My pussy clenched and flooded with moisture, letting his fingers slide faster and deeper until I cried out and moved against his hand.
“Yeah Sweetness, I want you to come. Come all over my hand, leave it sticky and wet.” He pumped fast and hard bringing me closer and closer to orgasm and then he stopped.
“What the fuck Baz?”
“Sorry babe, I need more.” He yanked down my shorts and panties, pulling off my bra and tank top before standing back to look me over. “Fuck you’re so goddamn sexy.” He dropped down on his knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed, palming my thighs to spread me indecently wide. “There’s that pretty pink pussy I missed,” he groaned, drawing close to inhale the scent of my arousal. He licked me over and over, long and slow from my asshole to my clit and back down. My gaze transfixed by his slow movements, his hungry gaze.
Then his tongue slipped inside me and I floated into another dimension. “Fuck Baz, yeah. Oh yes!” His tongue never ceased to amaze me. He worked me over hard, sucking and nibbling my clit, slurping noises that should have embarrassed me, but only turned me on even more.
Pulling my clit into his mouth, Baz sucked and hummed causing a deep vibration that yanked my orgasm right out of my body. It came hard and fast and violent and Baz wouldn’t let it end, licking and sucking until I let out a keening wail that echoed off the walls. Finally, he slowed and then stopped, laughing but his lips still touched mine, sending another wave of vibrations through me. “Fuck I’ve missed this pussy. Sweetest ever.”
Such a sweet talker. But, I didn’t need—or want—the sweet talker. Fuck no. I wanted the foul-mouthed dirty talker who could make me come with just his words. “Baz.”
“Yeah?”
“Shut the hell up and fuck me.”
He stood and removed his clothes, letting me get my fill and hot damn the man looked better than ever. There was more ink and more muscles and it all formed one sexy package that made me happy to spread my legs for him. “Whatever you want.”
Perfect. “Hard. Fast. And dirty.”
He gripped my ankles, letting his hands glide up and down until my whole body buzzed with desire. Everywhere he touched heated my skin, bringing me even closer to another orgasm. I knew there was a possibility I was going to hell for this, but Baz was always the one poison I couldn’t resist.
“Hard,” he said as he stroked his cock, his eyes searing through me. “Fast.” His cock slipped in deep, drawing a hiss from me as my body clenched to get used to the way he filled me up but I remembered. Oh, I remembered all nine inches of him to perfection. “How do you want your dirty, Sweetness? You want me to tell you how I’m gonna fuck this pussy until you come all over me?”
His hips moved away from me and he slammed in oh so hard, my next orgasm waited just out of reach. “Or do you want me to make you my dirty girl all over again,” he asked, licking his middle finger and playing at my ass like he used to.
“Yes Baz,” I panted like a horny little hussy.
“Tell me Trina.”
I grinned up at him. “I want all the dirty Baz. All of it.”
“That’s my girl,” he groaned as his thick finger slid slowly into my ass while his cock pumped inside of me, harder and faster, so deep I could do little more than pant and scream as he fucked me so good every inch of my body was on fire.
“Baz, yes! Fuck me harder!” Another strangled groan escaped as he grunted, hips moving like a machine, a piston pumping hard and deep, his finger doing the same thing to my ass. “Baz,” I moaned when he bent over, taking a nipple in his mouth and pulling hard, sucking as his teeth grazed the hard tip. And then I was falling from somewhere high above the earth, shouting and screaming my release as my hips moved in rhythm with his, giving
him every fucking thing I had until I did exactly as he said I would. Hard and fast, and so dirty my pussy leaked all over his cock, milking him as he stroked.
“Fuck, Sweetness. So goddamn good,” he grunted as hot, hard spurts of come splashed inside of me, mixing with my own juices. His hips continued to move, slow and deep while I rode out the rest of another orgasm. “Shit baby, I don’t remember you being so orgasmic.”
“It’s been too long Baz, and you never disappoint. Not ever.”
“Damn right I don’t.” He thrust again, shuddering over me. “You feel so good I want to stay right here and fuck you all night.”
I was good with that. Tomorrow the regrets could come but right now, I would revel in the way he made me feel. “Who’s stopping you?”
***
“Uh oh, pizza, wings and soda,” Jack grimaced and eyed the food on the table suspiciously. “These are all my favorite things which means it’s bad news.”
“Hey!” I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you saying I only get you good stuff when I have bad news?” Who in the hell knew how he’d take this news but I assumed he’d be all right since he seemed to like Baz.
“No…but Mom, come on.”
I rolled my eyes at him and finished dressing the salad. “Go get washed up so we can eat. Then talk.” My body was still on fire from spending the afternoon in bed with Baz and I could hardly think straight, much less about all three of us sitting around the table like a happy family. Exactly how I always imagined it yet nothing at all how I thought it’d be with Baz and I fucking like casual strangers and Jack so in love with him he was bound to get his heart broken.
“It’s going to be okay Trina.” Baz’s deep voice reassured me even if I didn’t want it to.
“You don’t know that. He’s excited now because you’re new and cool with your tattoos and motorcycle, but when he has time to think about it he’ll feel differently.” Hell, he’d probably hate me and after what Jensen put us through I couldn’t even blame him.
“How?”
“That’s the question Baz. He might hate me or you, he might hate both of us. Or he could act like every other man on the planet and bury his feelings deep until one day they all come out in the worst possible way.” It was my worst fear, losing Jack. For so long it had just been me and him. Losing that would kill me.