But oh shit. Everything’s changed and I need to tell her. She’d already pulled away, her eyes sliding from mine, her body there but that mind already gone. Had I lost her already? By being a complete asshole, had I already lost my one real opportunity with the brunette?
And suddenly I lurched up, papers flying to the ground. Because I’d fucked up bad. I’d kept Lacey guessing, when all along, the truth was right here. I loved her. I needed her. I’d do anything to keep her with me, night and day, our bodies locked together, her breath mixing with mine. Shit! Fuck! Shit! Talk about giant screw-ups.
And in a few short strides, I was out the door and on my way to her bedroom. Because my world doesn’t work without the brunette … and hopefully, there was still time.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Lacey
I didn’t have concrete getaway plans yet. Because where would I go? Back to the dorms? To my mom’s place? Hardly.
But leaving was paramount, and mentally, my escape was already taking shape. I’d pack up my stuff and grab a cab to somewhere, although the location wasn’t totally clear yet. But getting away was the plan. Because Jake didn’t love me. He’d saved me, storming like Superman into the mental hospital, calling off his own wedding. But even after all that, he didn’t love me.
So I couldn’t stay. It would be too painful, like a dagger to the heart that kept bleeding non-stop. Plus there’d be the rumors. Man calls off his wedding to take up with ex-stepdaughter. Society wedding stalled by hussy daughter of the bride. I could only imagine.
A choked sob rose in my throat. Maybe that was better, considering where I was going … a big fat nowhere.
And at that moment, Jake burst into the room.
“Lacey,” was his urgent growl.
I sat up, still weak from the drugs.
“Jake you don’t have to,” came my stilted voice. “I appreciate your concern, but I’m gonna be out of your hair soon. I can’t stay, you know that,” I added with a half-hearted smile.
But instead of trying to argue, the man dropped to my bedside on his knees. I stared, floored. Jake Mason doesn’t do stuff like that, he waits for you to come to him. Besides, he didn’t love me. I was more a convenience, a distraction from his marriage to my mother. And now that that was off, he didn’t need me anymore.
But those blue eyes were fierce this time, that piercing gaze intense.
“Lacey,” he began.
“No, stop,” I said slowly. “Please, you don’t have to make excuses. I get it. Because Jake, I can’t stay. It’s not right. We didn’t start out right, and it’ll never be right between us so ….”
But his voice cut me off.
“Lacey, I love you,” came a deep growl.
That was not what I expected to hear. My face flushed, chin trembling.
“I’m sorry, what?” came my hoarse whisper. “What did you say?”
And a flood of emotions rushed through those blue eyes, but the alpha took a deep breath and said it again.
“I love you Lacey Jones. I was a fucking dumbass who almost fucked things up. But I’m not going to, not with you. I love you, and I’ll say it again and again. I love you.”
My mouth dropped, stomach dropping to the floor. Because what was going on? Sure, I knew Jake cared about me. On some level of his soul, the alpha realized that I was more than another plaything, some slut who would entertain him for a couple months. But this? An all-out declaration?
“Jake,” came my trembling voice. “What’s going on? Did you just realize this in the last fifteen minutes? Why is this happening?”
And he grabbed my hand then, kissing it fervently.
“What’s happened is that I’ve come to my senses,” he groaned. “Shit baby, I’m such a fucking selfish ass. I took from you, making you do all those things, depraved and disgusting.”
I had to cut in then.
“But I wanted to do them too,” was my trembling voice. “I wanted it as well.”
He hung his head then, ashamed.
“Lacey, I have to tell you ….”
What? What was he gonna say? That this was all a figment of my imagination? That in a moment, I’d wake up with a bing! and be devastated all over again?
But instead, the big man took a deep breath and began.
“Honey, I’m a selfish ass. I’ve always dated older women because I like old. I like mature, over-the-hill, whatever you want to call it.”
I nodded. Clearly, that wasn’t me, and his words made me tense.
He looked up then, blue eyes desperate.
“Have you ever wondered why I never took your pussy? Why we always do the back end? Sure, I love your ass, but most guys do both. Have you ever wondered why?”
I paused, choosing my words carefully.
“Of course I’ve thought about it, but I just figured that was your thing. And I liked it too,” was my soft confession. “I didn’t mind.”
He let out a tortured groan.
“Honey you have the best ass, so nice and tight,” he growled, eyes hot suddenly. But it’s more than that. It’s because I don’t want kids. I’ve never wanted kids, and so older women are the answer for me. Their ovaries are dried up, they have no chance of getting pregnant. Hell, if they were in menopause, it’s even better. So honey, I stuck with the MILFs, women who had kids, shit, even some grandmas.”
My mouth dropped open then. Holy cow, grandmothers? That meant they had to be fifty or so! That was so old!
And Jake nodded, expression hard.
“Yeah, I’m so anti-child that if a woman was fertile, then she wasn’t getting fucked by me. And this attitude made me hard. I cut a swath through the over-forty female population, dicking anyone I wanted. And frankly, no one stopped me,” he added roughly. “Those ladies are usually so desperate for cock, that they don’t care if you’ve dicked all their friends already, so long as there’s some left for you.”
The words were shocking and insane. But at the same time, it made some sense.
“So why did you pick me?” were my slow words. “If you like your partners over a certain age, why did you pick me?”
He shook his head miserably.
“Good question,” came that growl. “At first, I told myself it was because Amanda was holding back. She wasn’t putting out, you know. But after a while, that wasn’t even the case. I kept coming back to you, again and again,” he said, blue eyes piercing my soul. “And after a while, I had to admit that something was up.”
A pregnant pause.
“And that something was …?” came my tentative question.
He looked me full in the eye then.
“That something was love,” Jake finished. “I fell in love with you, Lacey Jones, despite your age, despite the fact that you were a virgin with no knowledge of the world. You are the opposite of my “type,” but that’s what happens when you’re in love. Your type changes, and baby, you’re one hundred percent my woman now.”
I paused, heart beating furiously in my throat, so powerful I thought it might leap out.
“So what does that mean?” were my slow words. “What does that mean for us?”
Jake took a deep breath before cradling my face between two large palms.
“What it means,” he said swiftly, “is that I stop being an ass, and start being honest. I stop acting like a fucking drama queen, and recognize what I want in life. Because that’s you, Lacey Jones. I want to be with you, out in the open, for all to see. I’m gonna fuck this up in some ways for sure because this is all new to me. But I want you,” he stated again fiercely. “For better or worse, I want you.”
And my heart soared then. Because this was the answer to my dreams. I want to be with Jake Mason, out in the open, our love public. I want everyone to see that I love this man, and that he loves me too.
And yes, there were a myriad of issues, and there still are. Because he was engaged to my mom, not so long ago. Just earlier today, I was in a mental hospital, pumped full of drugs and halfw
ay delirious. But together, we’ll overcome it.
Because the most important breakthrough has already happened. No more drama. No more bullshit. No more other women. We’re each other’s types, the answer to each other’s dreams. We’ll work it out together, our limbs tangled, minds wrapped in love. And that’s how we’re gonna come out of this intact, whole, healthy, and deliriously happy. Me and Jake will work it out, come hell or high water.
But there were still some doubts, so I took another deep breath.
“Are you sure?” I asked voice low. “Because I can’t go through that again. I’m serious, Jake. Never again,” I said, with a slow shake of my head.
And the billionaire caught my face in his hands, bringing me close for a kiss. It was deliciously sweet, gentle, and soft, a hint at the hot loving to come. He pulled away once more, eyes fierce.
“I promise, little girl,” came that rumble. “I promise I’ll never be someone else’s fiancé again. Only yours.”
And with that, my heart took off. Because yes, we started out in the most unlikely of circumstances. I hooked up with an older man at a club, only to find out he was my mom’s future husband. It was a shock, and yet we persevered, walking a wild path, twisted trees and brambles blocking the way, only snippets of sky visible.
But we made it out alive. Against all odds, Jake and I are united now, determined to do our best for the future. Things aren’t perfect, no, but we’ve established a new normal. Trust. Respect. And most of all, love. Because with this man by my side, I know it’ll will work out, for better or worse, for richer or poorer … even if once he was my mom’s fiancé.
EPILOGUE
Lacey
Two years later …
The broom closet rattled around us with the steady pounding of Jake's thickness inside.
"Oh, God, baby that’s so good," came my delirious moan. “So deep.”
Jake's dick tapping my g-spot made my entire body shudder, pussy gushing wetly. A storm of sensation thundered through my body, the orgasm getting ready to overwhelm.
And Jake grunted against my back, his huge form covering mine.
"You ready, princess?"
Oh god, I couldn’t wait.
“Yes … yes … do it, unnnnh!"
My gorgeous fiancé let himself go then, spilling hotly into my cunt. Jet after jet lashed into my private spot, hot and virile, making me scream. But never underestimate the billionaire because mid-shudder, he pulled out and put it in my asshole then. It wasn’t easy, but I’ve taken that hard cock so many times now that it slid into my back hole in one, smooth stroke.
“Unnnh!” I screamed like a banshee, shudders making my anus clench hotly. “Oh oh oh!”
Because after two years, we still can’t get enough of each other. Jake and I have done it in every room in our apartment, in half the hotels in New York, and so many times in his office that I’ve lost count. Even after we nearly got caught in the executive washroom, we still kept at it. We haven't stopped. We'll never stop.
And now was no exception.
"You okay, princess?"
Still breathing hard, Jake pulled out, shaking off that giant dick, droplets hitting the floor. And outside, the strains of the wedding march began to sound, elegant and harmonious.
Because that’s right, we’re getting married. Right now. And yet, Jake and I are still going at it like animals, a two-hole special just seconds before walking down the aisle.
Oh god, would our wedding guests be able to tell? Would they be able to discern from the funny way I walked, the glow of my skin? I gasped, trying to get myself together, smoothing the white silk before fussing at my hair.
But my fiancé, as usual, was all male and supremely confident.
"Relax, princess. You look perfect. Just like a beautiful bride." And poking his head out the broom closet, he scoped the hallway. Good. No one there. With one firm hand, he took mine and helped me out, careful not to tangle the heavy train.
“There you go, honey,” came that growl. “Pretty as a picture.”
I flushed, still sensitive to his compliments. Because yes, it took a while for us to settle into a rhythm. There was so much gossip at first.
Stepdaughter hooks up with stepdad!
Billionaire financier seduced by teen nymphet!
Amanda Jones shown up by model-quality daughter!
I almost laughed at that one. I’m no model, and I’ll never be. And the photo of my mom in the tabloids with her blood-red lipstick and haughty demeanor, made me sad all the same. Because maybe she and Jake were never in love. Maybe they’d only been using each other, but still. It didn’t make me happy to be caught in the middle of a firestorm.
But all that settled down after a while, and soon the newshounds were onto the next salacious thing. It was a relief. But we were never able to make amends with Amanda, and I don’t blame her. Because what daughter does what I did? What fiancé turns his back, only to find true love with your one of your family members?
But life is what it is, and I’m hoping that some way, somehow, Amanda will see the silver lining. Because I’ve found the man of my dreams, and he is everything I hoped for. Generous, kind, and giving. Giving is the most important because after all that happened, I wasn’t sure that we had a future.
But Jake’s different now. He’s made sure I’m his number one, and I feel it all the time. No more drama, no more bullshit. No more skulking around, hiding our relationship. And to make it legit, we’re getting married now, proclaiming our love for all to see.
So I smiled at my man, deliriously happy, taking his hand.
“You ready?” were my soft words.
Between my legs, I could feel the slippery spill of Jake's cum from both my pussy and my ass, but it was so right. The pleasure was right, the love it represented, and the future we have together, all wrapped up in the feel of my lover’s juice pouring from my most private spots.
"You happy, princess?"
And I turned to him, my smile incandescent.
“Yes, Jake. Very happy.”
And with that, we kissed once more before stepping into the aisle. Because this is what love is. It’s about going through good times and bad, suffering the lows and enjoying the highs. And we’ve had a lot of both, but each trial and tribulation makes us stronger, each year our roots growing deeper, twining around one another.
So yes. I’m with this man, and we’re announcing it to the world, come hell or high water, in sickness and in health. Maybe Jake and I started as something illicit and wrong, but now … only death will do us part.
THE END
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CHAPTER TWELVE
Lacey
"I had to do something," I said. The bed shifted when I moved to get up, and instead of taking the hint that I wanted to move away from him and the intimidating tension in his body, Jake only moved closer.
"Something about what?" he asked. "You're perfect just the way you are."
My head fog was beginning to clear. Between the quick nap and the drugs draining from my system, I almost felt like my normal self again. Almost.
"Perfect? Me?" Not when I had fucked Amanda's man--my stepfather--over and over again, like a movie reel on repeat. "No, Jake. I'm definitely not."
"You are, and that's why I can't let you go again."
"But you're an engaged man...or married or somethin
g."
"I'm not. I called off the wedding. Amanda and I are nothing to each other anymore."
I nearly fall off the bed in shock. "What happened?"
Sighing, Jake got off the bed and took a few steps back. "I've been a bastard all my life, Lacey." Another deep breath expanded his already wide chest. "I've done a lot of fucked up shit to a lot of people, especially women. I’ve fucked two sometimes three women at the same time. Even when they're pissed at me, these women wanted to fuck and as long as they didn't stick around after, I didn't care."
He stepped close to the bed again, put out a hand and touched my cheek. For a guy who sat behind a desk, his hands were calloused and rough. Too focused on his dick, and his gorgeous face and body, I'd never noticed that before. "When I met you, princess, I wanted to fuck you all the time and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. And when you let me fuck your sweet ass even after you found out I was engaged to Amanda, my conscience didn't make a single sound."
Why was he telling me all these things? Didn't he already hurt me enough?
"But I realized the day of the wedding just how much that hurt you. You're not like me, princess. You said you wanted out and you got out. But when you were gone, I knew that if going through with the arrangement I had with Amanda meant losing you, I'd happily let her go."
This was all so confusing. He didn't marry my mom, and they had some sort of "arrangement" from before?
"Jake. What are you saying? Why were you even with my mom if you could give her up so easily?"
He laughed, but he didn’t sound amused. “Easy? Princess, if only you knew.”
“Then make me understand.”
"I don't love her. I never did. But what she offered was just what I look for. She’s older and already had her own kid." I could’ve sworn that Jake grew red then, but he held my eyes with his own. "I don't want kids. That's why I only date women over forty. Their maturity is a big plus for me. They're not trying to figure themselves out. They know what they want. And, they accept all of who I am. They don’t try to change me into a nicer guy, or somebody who likes the theater, none of that shit. They take everything in this package of mine."
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