by Mynx, Sienna
“I know it! Be right back!” She wiggled off his lap and ran for the stairs, but stopped. “Don’t go anywhere, Daddy. Promise?”
“I promise.”
Daisy slipped her arm around his waist throwing her leg over his, half perched on his lap and snuggling him. “I was so hoping you’d change your mind and come home.”
“Home huh?”
“I told you, mi casa es su casa,” she purred.
“I have something to tell you.”
Her head lifted. “What, you bought the whole block to keep me all to yourself? Got a plane in the sky writing how much you love me?” she smiled.
“No. Donovan is dead.”
Daisy's giggles died in her throat. She drew back. Aiden gave her a hard stare. She hadn’t noticed the fatigued sadness in his eyes until then. She was so happy to see him. “Dead? How? What did you do?” she asked.
“You think I did it?”
“No, baby. I didn’t mean it that way. Of course not. You… um… would never.”
“Well, you’re right, “ he said, dropping his head back.
“I am?”
“He had a heart attack. Apparently he had an ongoing condition that I didn’t know about. We got into it and he… it took it him out.”
“Oh Aiden, I’m so sorry. Is that why you were calling me? Why I couldn’t reach you?” She moved over on his lap, kissing his face. “You okay, baby?”
“No. I’m not.” He didn't respond to her touch. He sat forward, face to hands, shoulders slumped. “He betrayed me. He was like a father to me and he betrayed me. Daisy, there’s more.”
“Daddy! Here it is!”
Daisy quickly corrected her position, pulling down her sundress. Amy ran straight for him with his golden coin in her hand. “See? I got it. You do me a trick, okay?”
“Amy, baby, why don’t we go back upstairs and Daddy can come up later.”
“No, it’s okay.” Aiden reached for the coin. He studied it. She too stared at the shine as he rubbed it between two fingers. She remembered the first time she saw it. That night in the booth. Before she approached him, she saw it rolling over his fingers. He gave her that coin as a token of his heart. He worked it the same way and then made it disappear. Amy squealed. Daisy ran her hand down his back, smiling. Then came the finale, its reappearance from behind her daughter’s ear.
“Mama! Did you see him do it? Did you!”
“I did, baby.”
“Guess I never knew what this coin would mean for me… for us…what it would bring me,” Aiden said, pressing it into Amy’s hand and closing it. “I want you to keep it safe, okay? It’s yours now.”
“I know it,” Amy said giggling.
Daisy rolled her eyes. “How about a thank you, Amy?”
“Thank you, daddy.” She rushed him, between his legs, holding his neck. “I love you.”
“Ditto, princess.”
“Why don’t you take her upstairs and put her to bed. Read a story. I can fix you something to eat.”
“Ooooh! Please!! C’mon!” Amy pulled at his hand.
He hesitated.
“You okay?” Daisy asked.
He nodded and sighed, rising. Picking up Amy, he gave her a look. She couldn’t tell if it was grief or relief. Something un-nameable was in his eyes.
“Nite, mommy!”
“Nite, baby. Meet me in the kitchen,” she said to Aiden.
He gestured, acknowledging her offer. Amy, riding in his arms, peeking over his shoulder, waved good night, grinning. Daisy didn’t know what to think of Donovan’s death. She admittedly didn’t like the man. But it was evident that he meant a lot to Aiden.
****
Nina fiddled with her keys. She had to put in some extra time. Bea was all over her thanks to the days she took for her extended vacation in California. Add that to the tiredness settling in her bones and she was beat. Finally, she turned the lock. It gave a soft click and release before she pushed the door open.
The place was crammed with flowers. Everywhere. Baby blue and pink roses. Balloons the shapes of Storks carrying baby bundles in their long beaks, or loud explosive lettering reading: IT’S A BOY! Nina covered her mouth, smiling. “What in the world?”
She walked inside and closed the door behind her. Her eyes scanned to the banner, a long strip with block letters written by hand: PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME GO AWAY.
Then he came from the back room, hands in the front of his pockets. He didn’t look as confident or cocky as she knew he could be. Pete looked as vulnerable as she felt. “Hey. Been missing you, babe. Forgive me. Or at least don’t make me go away. Okay?”
Nina just shook her head. “Pete?”
"Love you, Nina. Only you. Don’t send me away.”
She didn’t even feel her legs move. One minute she was outside the door feeling incredibly lonely. The next she was inside with all his love surrounding her and from there in his arms. She grabbed his face, kissing him hard. He responded with as much eagerness. The kiss went on, her cheeks wet from tears. She clung to him, desperate for every emotion he drove through her. Breaking away, she simply said, “Stay. Stay!”
“Okay, if you insist,” he shrugged.
She laughed and he lifted her high, walking her backward to the bedroom.
****
"Ouch, let me go. You're hurting me!"
Aiden shoved her into the waiting room. They were alone. Clara rubbed her arm, her eyes glittering with tears that kept raining down her face. "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing? How did you get here? And how did you know Donovan had an attack?"
Clara looked away.
"Answer me!"
"We were at the hotel waiting for him. We were all going to Paris tonight. Me him and his daughter."
"That makes no fucking sense!" Aiden snarled. He had no time for a gold digging bitch showing up to capitalize on Donovan's daughter's grief. He'd snap her neck for her insolence.
"It doesn't have to make sense to you. He and I were close. He wanted me to meet his daughter. We've been seeing each other."
The news hit Aiden like a sledgehammer. He hadn't even considered Donovan's personal life. He could vaguely recall Donovan mentioning the greedy bitch was attractive, and he would deal with her. But dating? The old guy was dating her? After all the flack he caught for robbing the cradle, here was Donovan doing the same damn thing.
"That's right. We were dating. When he had his attack, news spread through the casino. I drove us here. And he, he's dead." She covered her mouth.
Aiden heaved a burdened sigh. He couldn't deal with any of it. He turned for the door when Clara hit him hard with her words.
"You killed him!"
Aiden looked back over his shoulder. "What did you say to me?"
"You! This is your fault. I begged him to calm down. Even I could tell what you were doing to him. His constant worrying about you, and what is best for you was over the top. I begged him to let it go. But he said he had to protect you from yourself. Donovan thought Danielle's kid was at the root of your problem. He said he would take care of it like he always did."
Aiden turned and faced Clara. "What did Donovan do?"
Clara wiped at her tears. "What you pay him to do, you asshole. And now he's dead because his heart couldn't take it. All he wanted to do was protect you."
Aiden watched Amy as she played with a dollhouse. He sat on the bed. Clara didn't give him any more answers. She claimed to not have any. But the accusation ate at his gut. Donovan saw Amy as a threat. So he wanted to fix it? Aiden knew how far Donovan would go to fix problems for him. "What did you do old man?"
****
Daisy pressed START on the microwave above the stove. The light flashed on and his covered dish began to rotate slowly inside. Then he stepped behind her, arms circling, head dropping to the side of her neck. She gave into him.
“Mmm… I’m so glad you came.”
His hands rubbed the sides of her hips before he turned her and s
he put her arms around his neck, giving him tongue, kissing him, while he squeezed her hips. The kiss was urgent and the way she liked it.
“I'm so sorry for your loss, Aiden,” she said. Taking his face in her hands, she captured his mouth and kissed him lovingly. He lifted her to the stove, forcing her thighs to part. Her head dropped back on the microwave. A soft sigh escaped her. Aiden squeezed her breasts hard, sucking the skin along her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her hand went between them to reach for his concealed cock. The feel of it in her hands made his cock as hard as granite.
“I love you so much. And Amy, I love Amy. It’s all screwed up,” he grunted. She moaned and he knew she didn't understand his meaning. For her, he had lost his best friend, his mentor. He was in pain. Simple as that.
“I’m here for you, sweetheart,” she whispered, stroking him. He yanked hard at the front of her sundress, causing the left shoulder strap to snap. Freeing her breasts from her strapless bra, he latched on to one thick nipple, ripe for him. Sucking, sucking, sucking and sucking some more. She had to release her hand on his dick when his hand went to her pussy and fondled it. Her body became more pliant under his touch, fingers moving the seat of her panty to dip inside. She was an inferno from her hips down. He needed to fuck her hard then slow, then hard again the way he knew she liked it.
“Aiden… c’mon, Aiden,” she groaned.
He got low, forcing her thighs apart, over his shoulders, burying his face in her pussy, still covered by her panty. He flattened his tongue and ran it over the outside of her panty. She cried out. His hand lifted to her mouth so she could lick her own juices from his two fingers that just seconds prior were buried in her cunt.
Aiden sucked at her clit through her panty, making her whimper and squirm on the sink. Releasing his fingers from her mouth, she kicked her legs up, lifting her skirt higher. He should have done away with the panty so he could give her more tongue, but her position in the kitchen was turning him on. The microwave beeped. It was an alarm for Daisy. She began to protest and push at his head. But it was too late. Pleasing her, pleased him. He managed to get her to come from oral-play, evident in her whimpering and the quiver against his face from the inside of her thighs. He reappeared from her skirt.
“We need to talk,” He panted hard. He patted her pussy as she shivered through her climax and he felt his fingers moisten.
“Make love to me, first. Talk later. Those are the rules,” she grunted, pulling him forward and undoing his belt to down his zipper. He tugged on the rim of her panty rolling it down over her thick hips, down the length of her legs and over her ankles. He came back in between and allowed her to fish out his cock that she loved so much. Aiden needed it to be intense. God, how he liked it when he had her this way. Crazy but true, and he could still remember the thrill of every time he fucked her in a hurried away.
She guided his cock’s head to her opening and he thrust deep without warning. Her head hit the microwave once more. He grabbed her ass, dragging her to the edge of the stove. Eye to eye with her, breaths mingling from their synchronized pants, he held her in that stare as he fucked her. In and out thrusts had her licking her lips and working it for him. No cock-bang was too hard or too deep. None of it was deep enough to satisfy his burn for her.
****
Daisy took every desperate blow from his cock and it hit all those tender spots from the love making less than 24 hours prior. She was so raw for him. Oh how she liked it this way. “Do it, baby… do it,” she grunted, winced, but held a hand to his shoulder for bracing. The stove started banging into the wall behind them.
“Don’t stop, baby… please don’t stop,” she groaned. Her lids fluttered shut just as he went for her neck. She curled her legs around his waist, put a vice grip down with her thighs, and crossed her ankles on his tight ass as he continued to fuck her to a wild rhythm that had her losing her mind and crying out to the ceiling. She prayed Amy didn’t walk in.
He was nibbling her lobes, tongue tunneling in her ear. One hand lifted to press flat to the microwave. She was nearly blinded by the gleam from his platinum watch when she looked over as he continued to fuck her back into submission. She was sure she came. There was so much pleasure that she wasn’t sure. His cock, every delicious inch of it, made it so addictive.
“Daisy,” he said, dropping his forehead to hers, nostrils flaring. “Fuck.”
She smiled, “Keep going, baby.”
He gripped her with one arm, a hold that crushed her against his chest as he put down some pump action with his hips, pounding her pussy. Daisy moaned, drifting down to bliss in his arms, taken completely over by him.
And it was done.
“Oh, that was good,” she said, rubbing his back. “You hungry?”
“No,” was all he said struggling for breath.
“Aiden?” She moved and lifted his head. “You okay? I’m sorry about Donovan. I know you loved him. But it’s okay. You have Amy and me.”
“Yes. I’m cool,” he said, fixing his cock in his pants and zipping up the front. She got down from the stove. She picked up her panties.
“Pete and I worked it out today. You heard Amy. She knows she has two daddies. She’s happy. I’m happy. Let’s be happy and okay within reason. I don’t want you pulling away from me. Tell me what you need.”
“I can’t do this now.”
“Do what baby, c’mon.” She went to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her head went back to stare up at him. How selfish it was of her to make love to him when he was in pain and not acknowledge it. Donovan wasn't his friend. He was Aiden's family. He was mourning and he needed her. “I’m sorry. I'll take care of you, sweetie. I know it hurts. I'm so sorry you lost him in such a horrible way.”
“I’m fine,” he said, kissing her lips. "As long as I have you and Amy, I'm okay."
****
They never finished whatever she had in the microwave. She wanted to make love again in the shower, being careful but afraid Amy would wake. Then afterwards, he had to get his cock back up to fuck her against the doorframe before finally making it to the bed. He was beat, and so was she. With her curled up on him, her sweetness resting up against his thigh the entire time, he couldn’t tell her what he needed to.
Clara's news had rocked him. He made arrangements for someone under his staff to see to Donovan and his daughter, then summoned his jet. As soon as he landed, he met with the Chief of Staff at Mango Grove Hospital. The man knew nothing of Donovan’s visit. He called in for the head technician over the lab and was told just yesterday the man quit, walked out. Apparently the man left with a pocket full of Aiden’s money.
But what did that prove? The doctor told him that the lab was top-notch and that it wasn’t possible for those results to be altered. This technician could have taken a bribe, but if he did, the odds were he didn’t need to in this case. Those results were supposedly beyond his reach. Supposedly.
Odds.
He’d been a gambler with his life since he ran away from Ireland and boxed his way into a fortune. He knew about odds and cut dirty deals on backdoor casino floors while he washed his hands in the blood of the men he destroyed.
Now his life was again a crap shot.
Did Donovan come to the hospital and pay off the lab tech? A check of hospital records showed another purpose. Donovan needed to refill heart medicine that he could have easily had filled at a local pharmacy. So why there? And what of the fortune the lab tech mysteriously inherited. His people were looking for that motherfucker at that very moment.
A pay-off?
A bribe?
A scam?
That's how he and Donovan operated.
Or nothing at all?
Was he Amy’s father or not?
“Aiden?”
“I’m here, Beautiful.”
“I want to do it again,” she moaned, kissing his shoulder and rolling her voluptuous curves over his sex beaten body. He chuckled and put his arm behind his head as she slipped un
der the covers. He felt her crawling down between his thighs for his cock. Her mouth closing over it caused his lids to slowly lower. He should tell her to stop. The woman was killing him. He doubted his dick could rise to the occasion.
But he didn't.
His eyes opened and he stared at the ceiling. Daisy was sure that Amy was his, and in his heart so was he. What if she really was his kid? Aiden moaned as his dick grew harder in Daisy's mouth and she sucked him masterfully. The thought of Amy filled his heart and mind again. He couldn't put her through another test. He could tell her the truth, the real truth, that he was daddy.