He moves farther down my body as his fingers slip into my panties and he drags them down my legs. To my shock, he stuffs them into his pocket, but I don’t have time to process that right now. His eyes are staring right at my pussy, and there’s a barely restrained hunger there.
“You smell so damn good.” He leans in, and his warm breath tickles as he inhales deeply.
“Stop teasing.” I try to lift my hips, but he pins me to the couch.
“I’m the one teasing? I could have been eating your pussy for the past week. I think you’re the one stringing me along.”
“Rory,” I moan, and then I do something I said I’d never do again: I beg. “Please.”
“Oh, you’ll get it, Anna. I’m not leaving here without having you on my tongue,” he says before his mouth descends.
He groans loudly the second his mouth connects with my clit, and I gasp at the sensation. His tongue circles around the bundle of nerves before dipping lower to thrust inside of me. He pumps his tongue in and out like he’s fucking me, and holy shit, does it feel good.
With each thrust of his tongue, he knocks down all the walls I’ve built to keep out the desires to be with a man. Now all I can think about is him rutting on top of me. Maybe it’s because we’ve both gone so long without, or it’s the crazy desire between us, but right now this room is charged with electric lust.
He replaces his tongue with his fingers and goes back to sucking on my clit. The first orgasm hits me fast, and I cry out his name as my legs shake. Then he pins me down with his arm as he keeps eating, and I think I might die from the erotic torture. When he hooks his finger deep inside of me, another orgasm hits. This one is different from any other I’ve ever felt in my life, and I cry out his name.
My eyes close, and I enjoy not only the pleasure but the peace of having him so close. When he moves up my body and starts to kiss me, I kiss him back, tasting myself on his lips.
“I’ve never done that before.” The words are out before I know I’m speaking, and I realize I’ve said too much. I’m supposed to keep those things to myself.
“Then the men you’ve dated before me didn’t deserve you.” This time the kiss is hard and possessive. He doesn’t like the idea of other men having been with me, and there I go again, enjoying something I shouldn’t. A jealous man is never a good thing, but the brain between my legs is loving it.
“Oh gosh, my daughter.” I sit up quickly. “I need to pick her up from school soon.”
He nods in understanding. “I'm having an event at my house this weekend. Say you’ll come. You can bring your daughter. I’d love to meet her.”
“I don’t know.” I’m falling way too fast for this man.
“The whole town will be there.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip. It would be a good time to meet everyone. “I think you just want to show me off,” I tease him, but he doesn't deny it.
“Say you’ll come.”
“I just did.” I smirk, making him let out a deep, sexy chuckle.
“I want your number. You can’t be trusted to call me.” When he stands, my fingers itch to grab him and pull him back down on top of me.
There’s no missing the outline of his hard cock, but he doesn't push me to get him off. In fact, all he’s pressing me for is my number and more time with me.
“Okay,” I agree, rambling my number off to him. He puts it into his phone, and a moment later mine is ringing. He offers me his hand and helps me to my feet.
“Until then.” He kisses me again once more and then he’s gone.
Afterward, I stand there a bit dumbfounded. Rory is better at working me over than I am at working him. How is this even possible?
It’s a few moments later when it sounds like someone pulls up outside. When I go to the door, I see a fancy sports car in the driveaway. When I step out to see who it is, I realize my daughter is in the car making out with a boy. I have to fight a laugh as I walk over and tap on the window. They break apart, clearly caught, and when I see who the boy is, I’m shocked that I recognize his eyes all too well.
This is Rory’s son. It has to be.
Which makes things a bit more complicated.
Chapter Six
Rory
Hosting parties at the estate is always a lot of work, but good for the community. Unfortunately because I’m hosting, I’m pulled in a lot of different directions all night. Thankfully this year I’ve managed to keep myself out of the bachelor auction, but Apollo has been entered instead. I’ll need to remind him of that before he has to go on stage.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see him waiting on Celeste, and my heart aches.
After I left Anna’s house, I saw him in the car with a young woman. It surprised me, because although I’ve expected Apollo to date, he never has. So seeing him with someone was a bit of a shock. Even more so when I slowed down and watched his car turn into the driveway of the little blue house I just left. I parked at the end of the road out of sight and waited just to be sure. When I saw Anna come out and speak to the young woman in the car, then the two of them go inside, my suspicions were confirmed.
I didn’t know how to react to this discovery, and it felt like it was too coincidental. How could both of these women manage to get the two of us to fall for them? Apollo wouldn’t be driving her around unless he was serious. After what I’d done with Anna, I wondered just how serious Apollo was about her daughter.
Apollo has so much still ahead of him. I’ve lived my life and made my way in the world. When I got his mother pregnant, we didn’t know each other and were too young to think about the future. All we were concerned about was instant gratification. It led to the most incredible part of my life by having my son, but I wouldn’t wish the hardships I went through on him.
Guilt weighed heavy on me as I went back to the estate and closed myself in my office. After some thought, I reached out to one of my contacts in security and had him run a background check on Anna. It’s not that I didn’t trust her, I just needed to be sure that for Apollo’s sake, there wasn’t something or someone they were running from.
It didn’t take long to hear back, and the long list of suspicious activity from Anna had my worry doubling. Not that I cared that she had a past, but why did she do those things to begin with? Who put her in a situation where she had to con her way across the country? Did I even care if she was running a con on me? I sat back in my chair and thought it over for about two seconds. It didn’t matter if she cleaned out my bank account, I’d write her a check if she asked for it.
Maybe that’s naïve, but I’ve been around the business world a long time, and I’ve seen the type of people who wanted to take advantage of me. Anna isn’t doing it to support a lavish lifestyle or to hurt people; she’s only trying to do what she can to raise her daughter. As a father, I don’t fault her, and I would probably do the same if I was in her shoes.
My concern is that if Apollo feels anything for Celeste like what I feel for Anna, he’ll turn his back on his future.
There’s also this secret part of my heart that longed for more children, even though I never allowed that to become a possibility. Having a daughter would complete that missing piece, but I’m terrified of what it will cost me. What if she turns Apollo against me? What if I invest my love in Celeste and she breaks Apollo’s heart? What if she does to him what Heather did to me? I didn’t love Heather, but she left me with a child who longed for a mother that didn’t want him. I had to be the one to answer him every time he asked why he didn’t have a mom. That’s not anything I would ever wish on my son.