by Allie York
“I guess you don’t need me to start an argument this time?” I panted out the words as he kissed down my neck. I was still all tingly from the road head. Nothing sexier than knowing a man is groaning and losing his composure because of you. His fingers worked the buttons on my shirt and I reached back to stroke his beard, closing my eyes. The callouses on his hands were perfect on my skin and his groan in my ear made my whole body flush with warmth.
“No fighting necessary.” Jacob kneaded my breasts, nibbling behind my ear and grinding into my back. “We have a lot of time to make up for and I want to spend it making love to you, not fighting.” He spun me to face him, threading his hands through my hair and tugging lightly. I was practically salivating after those words. His shoes and pants came off along with my red panties.
“The skirt stays.”
We backed toward the bed and Jacob dragged his shirt off, leaving nothing but his black boxers. I groped his ass, gripping him against me as we fell back on his bed and he pinned me in a kiss. I hooked my fingers in his boxers, tugging them down, and he sat up to kick them off. I watched, licking my lips, as he wrapped his hand around his dick, stroking it while looking me over. My whole body tingled at the sight of him touching himself. Damn, my man was sexy and I forced myself to be still and not jump him.
“Get over here.” The words came out as a purr and he cocked his brow, knowing damn well the beautiful torture he was putting me through. Jacob finally gave in after pumping into his hand a few more times, and crawled up my body and pushed my skirt up. Jacob dove in without warning, slamming into me, and I cried out his name.
“It’s so fucking beautiful when you scream my name.” He settled on top of me, moving in long, languid strokes. His fingers found my nipple and squeezed it, torturing me toward an orgasm. “Tell me you’re mine, Lydia.”
“Yours, Jacob.” I could barely form a sentence with him thrusting into me and rolling my nipple between his fingers. In one motion, he flipped us over, never breaking our connection. I was straddled on top of him and he gripped onto my hips, moving me on top of him, slamming into me. I threw my head back, riding him toward my release.
“Mine, Lydia. No one else sees you like this, no one else gets any of this. Never again.” Jacob’s hand came down on my ass with a pop and I came completely undone. His hips bucked into my thrusts and my nails dug into his chest. My eyes closed and I felt him tense, reaching his own climax under me. Jacob pulled me on top of him and I readily collapsed. He kissed my hair, rubbing my back and catching his breath. I shuddered with each touch, still feeling the aftershocks of ecstasy.
He moved to get up, but one look at his face told me he was more tired than I was, so I pushed on his chest, keeping him still and climbed off to go clean up. Torin and I had sex, a lot, and I always came, but with Jacob I was reminded of what I had been missing. It was a connection I would never feel with anyone else.
Chapter Twelve
JACOB
It was a sight I could wake up to every morning and I fully intended to make it happen as soon as possible. Dad and Oliver had the paper spread on the table between them reading comics while Lydia busied herself making breakfast. I had to just lean against the door frame and watch, soak it all in. A month before my life had been a string of screw ups with nothing to look forward to. But there in that kitchen was everything I had been missing. Not that I came home looking for a family, but I had one instantly and it was so much more than I had ever hoped for.
I patted Dad’s back and kissed Oliver on the head on my way to Lydia. I laid her envelope on the counter before wrapping my arms around her waist. Her head fell back on my shoulder and I kissed her temple. Oliver made gagging sounds behind us. How the hell did I get so lucky?
“I need the kid today. We have birthday plans.” She nodded, carrying plates to the table and setting out each place. Lydia had gone all out for his birthday breakfast, making pancakes, eggs, toast, and bacon. I didn’t even know we had that much food in the house. When my woman turned around, I thrust the envelope at her. My excitement was bordering on childlike and my stupid grin fit accordingly. I had never gotten her a gift, well except for flowers delivered to her classroom and Oliver. Hell, until the night before we had never been on a date.
Lydia slid her thumb under the seal, smirking at me while she opened it. When she pulled the papers out, her eyes went wide. “Really?” She flipped through the six gift cards, mouth agape. “Why six?”
“Well, I didn’t think you would want a spa day alone. So, Mara, Jovie, Reese, Louise and Grams are all going with you. Now, go get dressed, they’ll be here in an hour.” She looked down at herself in my clothes and then to Oliver.
“Are you okay with me not being around for your birthday?” Damn it, I didn’t even think about it that way. I had a whole day planned for Oliver and me, and I didn’t even consider that she would want to spend it with us. Oliver had insisted she would love the gift, but I didn’t consider the timing.
“You got the first twelve.” Oliver shoved a bite in his mouth. “And you threw the party. Go be girlie and let Dad have this one.” He brushed his hair back, and kept eating. Conversation over. Before I could turn back, she threw herself into me and kissed me hard. That was what I was going for. She had given me so much, so the least I could do was have her pampered for the day.
“We have a big day and a thirty-minute drive. Eat, Kid.” Oliver saluted me and I slapped Lydia’s ass as she hurried out of the kitchen to get ready for a spa day. I sat to eat feeling completely satisfied with myself. Oliver and Lydia were pretty much all I ever wanted even if I didn’t know it until recently.
Lydia ran out when her mother honked the horn, kissing the three of us on the way. I wanted to chase her when I watched her hips sway in the purple dress she was wearing. Before Lyd could get in, I ran after her, not able to stop myself, and backed her into the car for one more kiss. Reese rolled down the window, screaming happy birthday at Oliver and telling us to get a room. I let her get in and tapped the hood as Louise pulled out. Maybe sending her mother along would butter her up a little. The woman had certainly gone after me at the party.
An hour later, Dad had his poker buddies there and I was in the truck with Oliver, heading toward his birthday present. He played some shitty music too loud, changing stations every few songs and irritating the shit out of me, but it was his birthday, so I didn’t say a word. The bumper to bumper summer traffic made the drive nearly twice as long, but he didn’t complain. Oliver just watched the sights roll by and the tourists move up and down the sidewalks. Despite being a landlocked state, we even passed some surf shops like you would find at the beach. Our final destination approached and Oliver pulled his head off of the glass to look. We drove under the massive entrance sign and he leaned forward to stare at it before turning his wide eyes to me.
“Dollywood?”
I laughed. “Yeah, Kid. Dollywood,” I had started calling him Kid the first time I had dinner with them and it stuck. He certainly didn’t seem to mind. “That okay? Or are you too old for theme parks?” I handed the lady in the booth some cash for parking. “If it’s too immature for you, we can turn around. I was kind of thinking season passes would be fun. You, me, your mom.”
“No one is too mature for Dollywood, but I have one request.” He narrowed his eyes, half-smirking, challenging me. “You will be on all the rollercoasters with me.” I threw the truck into park.
“You will have to beg me to quit riding with you.” I ruffled his hair and we got out. Oliver bounced along next to me, talking about the last time they went with Jude and Mara. Apparently, Lydia was a rollercoaster fan too, but they hadn’t been in three years. We got our passes, went through the gates, and just stopped to take it in. Swarms of people moved around us and the smell of popcorn hung low in the air. It was hot as hell already, but we would be soaked on water rides before it was over so it didn’t matter.
Oliver insisted on the new rollercoaster first and started off, fo
llowing the map to the first stop. The wooden coaster towered over us and Oliver’s excitement slammed into me. We practically ran to the line, talking about what to do next while we waited. I planned on doing it up. Rides, shows, carnival prizes, and more sugar than the kid had ever consumed in one day. I had to make up for a lot of lost time and what better place to do it than Dollywood?
We made it through six rides and a magic show before stopping at the ‘50s style diner for burgers and shakes. Oliver laid the map out, plotting our next attack and chewing while he talked. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Tera was not ruining my kid’s birthday, so I let it go to voicemail again, hoping she would actually leave a message. She was over twenty calls in and still hadn’t left a damn message.
I forced Oliver into a dozen selfies and sent them to Lydia before we left the diner and started for the water rides. It was well over a hundred degrees and the sun was relentless, but the River Rampage was our first stop after food. We climbed into the round contraption with another group of people and proceeded to get drenched. Thirteen rides, two funnel cakes, and two giant teddy bears later, we were spent. The sun was setting, Oliver was dragging ass, and I had filled my phone with every picture I could take. Overall, it was a birthday success.
“So you and mom are, like, together now?” My son snapped his seatbelt, looking at me with pure hope in his eyes.
“Yeah, Kid. We’re together and I plan on keeping it that way.” Oliver smiled like I told him we won the lottery and settled back in the seat.
The kid was out cold before we even made it to the interstate and I kept having to sneak peeks at him while he slept. When I started thinking about it too hard, it pissed me off. I never got to rock him to sleep, never got to kiss booboos, never got to see silly school plays. The worst part was, I would never get the chance again, either. Tera and I tried for over a year to get pregnant. Nothing happened. I had a suspicion that it was one of the reasons she left me for Caiden. Young and virile tends to win in those situations. Even if Lydia was willing to start over, have another baby, I wasn’t sure I was up to the task. Hell, I was too old to raise another kid. Oliver and Lydia would always be enough for me, but that wound would never fully heal.
Three blocks from the house, my light turned green and I eased through the intersection, sneaking another glance at Oliver before I hit the gas. Headlights came hurdling toward me, blinding me as I laid on the horn and gunned it to get out of the way. There was no way they could stop at the red light. Not even my blaring horn got their attention. The black SUV caught my truck just behind the driver’s side door and I grit my teeth, slamming the brakes, and attempting to keep control as we spun. Oliver woke up at some point and airbags deployed. He screamed, grabbing my arm, and then all was still. I pried my hands from the wheel and let out the breath I had been holding.
“Are you okay?” I tore my seatbelt off, reaching over to Oliver and looking him over in the dark. My window had shattered, leaving glass in my arm and in my hair. “Are you all right? Oliver?” Oliver nodded, letting me hold him and look him over again. “All right, hop out.” I tossed him my phone. “Call your mom.” We got out and I saw him dialing, face blanched and hands shaking.
“Damn it!” The high-pitched voice made me remember the person who hit us. The black SUV was crushed in and the tiny blond that climbed out was already texting. Anger slammed into me. The stupid woman could have killed us. My son was in the car and she blew through a fucking red light. Had I not sped up, she would have plowed into my door.
“Call 911 next, Kid.” I waited for his acknowledgement before storming over to the woman. “Are you hurt?” The woman looked up from her phone, looked me over, and immediately adjusted her shirt to show more of her fake tits. Then she smiled. The woman was barking up the wrong fucking tree.
“No, but your head is bleeding.” She strutted toward me, reaching to touch my forehead.
“It’s fine. What the hell happened?” I stepped back and Oliver handed me the phone back. “Did you just miss the red light?” I growled, looking Oliver over again and leaving my arm around his shoulders. He looked drowsy and shaken, but not injured. Lucky for her, my son was safe.
“I dropped my phone.” She rolled her eyes. I pinched the bridge of my nose, willing myself to remain calm. Oliver was shaken up enough without me losing my shit on some stupid, vapid woman. I insisted on her insurance information and handed her mine, letting her take pictures of my card and license while I did the same. “Oh, my god, Mr. Teller?” I slumped in exasperation. Of. Fucking. Course. “You are still super-hot.” I really never believed Lyd when she went on about all the girls willing to take her place with me back then, but she was obviously being serious.
Before I could answer, Lydia screeched her car to a stop and ran toward us in pajamas. I expected her to bypass me for Oliver, but she grabbed us both, throwing her arms around our necks and pulling us into her. “Are you both okay?” She stroked Oliver’s face, scanning him for any injuries and crying, still hanging around my neck.
“Fine, Mom.” Oliver hugged her back and Lydia turned on me.
“No one is hurt, Lyd.” She noted the cut on my forehead, and gave me a look.
“Lydia?” I had forgotten the stupid blond was even there. Lydia took one look at her and went pale. They went to high school together, but the blond was younger than Lyd, maybe Jovie’s age. Lydia wasn’t thrilled about seeing the woman, either. “You and Mr. Teller?” The blond laughed.
“Sarah, are you hurt? Have the police been called? What the hell happened?” Lydia was quickly filled in on the details. Yes, we called the police, no Sarah wasn’t hurt, and the cut on my head was fine. Sarah told Lydia she dropped her phone texting her fiancé and Lydia’s eye roll was pretty impressive. Things shifted to a whole new level of tense when a lime green Mustang pulled up and Sarah’s heels went clicking toward the car. Lydia whispered, “No” repeatedly, shaking her head and stepping into me. Then Torin-Fucking-Phillips climbed out of the car. He caught Sarah in midair, grabbing her ass when she wrapped her legs around him. I looked from them to Oliver and realized I had to really keep myself calm. I had to control myself in front of our son. If I gave the asshole what was deserved I would look bad, not him. At least where Oliver was concerned.
“What the fuck did you do, baby?” Torin looked at the front of the SUV then over to the three of us. A wicked smile spread across his face and he settled it on me. I would have to take a hit before I fought him, but if Oliver wasn’t there, so help me, I would ruin his fucking face. Where are the damn police?
“Are you mad, baby? I was trying to text you and dropped my phone.” Sarah wiggled her tits at Torin and he patted her ass.
“No, I can fix that shit. Just some front-end work. You know I take care of my woman.” Torin strutted his cocky ass toward us and extended his hand, “Torin Phillips.” Then he winked at Lydia. “Hey.” I shook his hand and Lydia forced a smile at him. I had to bite my cheek to the point of blood to keep from beating his ass. I obviously had far more self-control than I ever thought possible. Torin looked like a thug. A giant tribal tattoo covered from his neck and down both arms. His ears were gauged and his head was shaved. He was my height and obviously spent time at the gym, or had worked out in prison. What the hell was Lydia thinking?
“Jacob Teller,” I grit out just as a police car pulled up.
“Mr. Teller was my algebra teacher.” Sarah giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. Lydia took a step back to look Oliver over again. “Look at my ring, Lydia. It happened right after school ended so I didn’t have a chance to show you when I picked up Carly.” Sarah extended her hand and Lydia looked it over. “Carly is nearly seven. About time, right?” Lydia looked ill and everything clicked into place. Lydia was Torin’s dirty little secret but the asshole got pissed when he found out about me.
“It’s beautiful. Congratulations. I wasn’t even aware you two were together. I’m sure you are excited to plan a wedding.” Her eyes narrowed at To
rin, realizing she had something else on him. Lydia wouldn’t call him out, though. She would stay quiet and tuck the ammunition away for later, only using it if she needed it.
“We’ve had fights, but we finally moved in together four months ago.” Sarah bounced as she went on chatting about how exciting it was and how Torin proposed. I was waiting for Lydia to puke at any second. She looked beyond disgusted. I couldn’t blame her. I knew damn well she viewed Torin as a mistake, but knowing he was with the mother of his child for the duration of his tryst with her would drive Lyd over the edge.
Fortunately, the cops started taking statements, breaking up the party and forcing me to focus on what happened. Sarah claimed fault despite Torin telling her to shut up repeatedly, and was cited with some kind of moving violation. Oliver gave his statement like a little adult with Lydia by his side and Torin paced around the black SUV, shooting dirty looks at me. Police reports were handed out, tow trucks came to pick up the vehicles, and we were left in the awkwardness again.
“It was good to see you two. Maybe next time it will be under better circumstances.” Lydia smiled weakly at Sarah and started toward her car with her arm around Oliver. I picked up all of our souvenirs and followed them only to be stopped by Torin.
He told Sarah to get in his Mustang and she followed orders like a fucking robot. “Tell her to call the cops off. I can’t fuck this up with Sarah.” All the cockiness was gone. Torin knew he was screwed. Lydia had stacks of texts about their hook-ups saved on her phone.
“I don’t tell her what to do, but an apology would go a long way. Maybe you should have thought about this before making Lydia your side piece and beating her.” He started to mouth off, but I stepped in closer, lowering my voice. “I don’t give a shit about what happens in your relationship, but now I have two reasons to fucking hate you. You put your hands on what’s mine and your dumbass girlfriend hit my truck while my son was in it. I kept calm tonight only because I’m setting an example. If we were to meet without my son around, it would go very differently.” I stepped back, staring him down.