Pearson (Four Fathers Book 3) Page 9

  Her smile falls, and she parts her lips. “So much.”

  I knew it. The girl was in love the first time I pushed my dick into her. “Good girl. Good girls make their men happy, don’t they?”

  She nods. “I want to make you happy.”

  I grab her wrist and kiss the top of her hand. “Good. Come with me.” She follows behind me until we get to the steps of the pool. I wait for her to shimmy out of her shorts. This earns another curse from Levi. Once she’s in her sexy, not-so-innocent bikini, I guide her into the pool behind me. I drag her until she’s treading water. I love it when she’s out of her safety zone.

  “This needs to go,” I tell her as I tug at the top of her bikini strings.

  Her arms wrap around my neck, and she looks over her shoulder at Levi, her lip caught between her teeth.

  “He’s not going to touch,” I assure her. “But he can watch. Watching is okay, right?”

  “Yes. Is that what you want?”

  “I want to show him what he can’t have,” I murmur as I pull her top away and let it fall to the bottom of the pool. Her tits jiggle with each breath she takes.

  “I have someone. You know this,” he utters from nearby. Close. Where he can get a good view.

  “And you’re not doing anything wrong,” I tell him.

  He grumbles out a fuck you, and I laugh.

  “This needs to go too, angel,” I murmur as I tug at the strings of Rowan’s bottoms and throw them over at Levi. He catches them in one hand and doesn’t let go. He backs away until his back is pressed against the side of the pool and stretches his arms out along the concrete ledge, relaxing.

  I grab her hips and carry her over to him. “Levi, I need your help.”

  He arches a dark, challenging brow. “Maybe I don’t want to help.”

  “Just give her a place to sit,” I say with a cold stare.

  His nostrils flare, but then he places his foot on the wall behind him, making a seat with his thigh. I set Rowan’s naked ass on his leg. He looks uncomfortable, but I can see the gleam in his twisted eyes. The fucker is curious to see how far I’ll take this.

  She’s mine.

  The thought is fierce, and he must sense it because he doesn’t move a muscle aside from the one in his neck that keeps ticking.

  “Don’t let her fall,” I instruct him.

  With a reluctant grumble, Levi hooks a strong arm around her waist. Jealousy spikes through me. It’s good, though. Seeing him with her in his grip is a good reminder of how much I want her. Her big brown eyes search mine. A healthy mix of curiosity, lust, and fear. She has her knees drawn together, so I push them away, making her straddle his hairy thigh. Her honey-kissed skin seems so fair against his tanned flesh. I reach forward to rub her clit between her hairless lips. She jolts at my touch and wiggles in his grip.

  “Eric,” she whines. Fuck, I love when she begs.

  I push my fingers inside her. “Mmmm?”

  “I don’t want him. I want you.”

  “You have me,” I tell her. “He’s just watching.”

  “You’re such a dick,” Levi groans. His gaze is hot and angry.

  “I know.” I massage her until she moans, her orgasm overtaking her. When she calms down, I twist her slight body around until she’s facing Levi. I unfasten my shorts and let them fall to the bottom of the pool. “Hold her,” I bark at him.

  He groans, but stands up, pulling her naked flesh against his chest. She tries to look over at me, but I urge her to wrap her thighs around his waist. Before she can argue, I slide my dick into her slick pussy from behind. A loud moan escapes her.

  “Tell her she’s hot,” I tell my friend, my gaze pinning him.

  He clenches his jaw. “She knows she is.”

  “But she needs to hear it.”

  “You’re hot,” he bites out. His palms holding her upright slide ever so slightly to her ass, and my dick lurches inside her. I drive into her over and over.

  “Eric,” she moans.

  He tilts his head up to the sky, baring his throat to me. If I were a dog, I’d tear it out. She’s mine. He’s touching her. And if I were a dog, I’d kill him for it.

  But I’m not a dog.

  I’m a man.

  A man who controls this shit. Every single move. Every single breath.

  Sliding my palm to her throat, I grip her until she hisses. Her hands go to his shoulders. Now that she’s turning purple, my sick friend has no qualms at staring at my pretty girl. Her tits bounce against him as I grind into her. I release her throat.

  “Tell Levi who I am,” I mutter. “Tell him who loves you.”

  She shudders in my grip, her pussy growing slicker by the moment. “You do.”

  “Who am I?”

  My girl knows the game.

  “Daddy.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Levi hisses. He’s a kinky fuck like me.

  “That’s right,” I snarl. “Say it louder so the whole goddamn neighborhood knows.”

  “Daddy loves me!” she yells, her body quaking with pleasure.

  The fucker loses control and bucks against her, his eyes wild with lust. He’s clothed in just his swim trunks, but I can feel his cock pressing against my hand, desperately seeking her warmth. My hand slides to her tit. I revel in the sharp gasp of air that hisses from her when his cock rubs against her now that my hand is out of the way. I push and push and fucking push until I have them both pinned against the side of the pool. The water splashes around us. Levi grunts as though he’s furious, and Rowan moans. When she cries out with her orgasm, I feel my nuts seize up in pleasure.

  “Good girl,” I grunt as I spill my seed into her. Levi makes a choked sound. The moment we all relax, he pushes her into my arms, then hoists himself out of the pool.

  “Drinks later?” I call after him, enjoying a good taunt.

  He lifts both hands in the air and flips me off before slipping inside the house.

  “I guess we’ll drink alone,” I tease as I slide her off my softening cock.

  She twists in my arms and attacks my mouth with hers. “Did you mean it?” she asks breathlessly.

  I grip her ass so hard, she yelps. “Of course I fucking meant it. I love you, angel. You’re mine. What part of that needed clarification?”

  She giggles. “All of it. Say it again.”

  I lean my forehead against hers. “I love you.”

  “I love you too, Daddy.”

  I fuck her again, alone, until she screams loud enough to let the entire neighborhood know what we’re up to. Levi isn’t the only one around here who gets off on that shit. She’s mine, and I live to daddy the fuck out of her.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Rowan

  The waves crash just outside my open window and I sigh. Graduation was last week. My father was proud, Nixon played the part of stand-in boyfriend, and my eyes never left Eric’s as he sat in the audience. Each day, we somehow end up at my bungalow by the sea. When I can get him alone, I see parts of Eric nobody ever sees. Deep below the surface of the cool, composed businessman is something I’m desperate to know and love.

  “I’m going to tell my father,” I murmur, my voice barely heard over the gulls cawing nearby.

  Eric, still half asleep, slides his palm over my naked ribs and mumbles. “Tell him what?”

  He’s lazy in the way he runs his thumb over my nipple. As if we have all the time in the world to do just this. I wish it were true.

  “That we’re together. That I love you…”

  His head is turned, his hair messy, but he finally looks over at me. He squints his eyes and dark hair dusts his cheeks. I love when he looks like this. So unkempt and unruly.

  “There’s not much he can do about it,” he says, his full lips quirking up on one side.

  He rolls onto his back while grabbing my hips. I’m easily pulled over to straddle him. His erection is hard and throbbing between the lips of my pussy.

  “He might not pay for my college,” I tell h
im as I rub against his length.

  He groans and grips my thighs hard. “You never have to want for anything. You know I’ll give you whatever you want, all you have to do is ask, angel.”

  His words turn me on. Gritty and feral. Possessive and protective. I grip his cock in my hand, then slide down over him. At one time, he stretched and hurt me. Now, we seem to fit together painlessly and perfectly. Once I’m seated on him, I dig my fingernails into his pectoral muscles and stare into his icy blue eyes.

  “I want to get married.”

  His hips buck into me and his glare becomes murderous. For a moment, I worry maybe I spoke the words too soon. But I can’t help it. I saw how much my father loved my mother based on the pictures. Time is precious. The one you love could be gone in an instant. Wasting that time seems stupid. I don’t want to waste another minute.

  Plus…

  I’m carrying his child.

  We’re a family now. We may as well make it official.

  He rolls us over, then drives into me so hard, I cry out. His mouth attacks mine. Biting and sucking. He worships it with a soul stealing kiss. I run my fingers through his thick, dark hair and pray he’ll love my body every day like this until we die.

  He grabs hold of my thigh and pushes it up to the point of pain. Eric loves making me open and vulnerable to him. From this position, he gets in so deep, I swear I can feel him in my stomach. I grow wetter for him with each passing second as my orgasm nears. Our bodies make obscene sounds as they slap together. His animalistic grunts have me moaning with need. He bucks his hips in such a way, he grinds against my clit each time. Harder and harder. Eventually, he pushes me right over the edge. I cry out and shudder beneath him. His groans carry on for a few more thrusts until he exhales loudly, his teeth moving to sink into my shoulder. My pussy clenches around his cock, setting him off. Heat bursts inside me. If I weren’t already pregnant, I have a feeling he’d have just gotten me that way.

  He doesn’t pull out of me, even as his dick softens, and his orgasm trickles out of me. The bed is getting messy beneath me, but I don’t even care. All I care about is having him every day.

  “Why was she so special?” I ask, my tone bitter. The thought that he stayed with Julia long enough to have four kids annoys me. I don’t like her. How could she leave him? He’s beautiful and smart and successful. They had four kids together. If I ever see the bitch, she’ll hear words from me.

  “Julia?”

  The fact that he knows who I’m talking about agitates me more. I blink back angry tears. “Yes.”

  He lets out a heavy sigh and lifts up to regard me. “She just got under my skin. I liked it. For the first time, someone had managed to do it. It completely fascinated me, and eventually, I grew to need that feeling.”

  I frown. “And me?”

  “You’re so far under my skin, I can’t think straight.” He presses a soft kiss to my mouth. “But I don’t worry that you’ll one day up and leave me.”

  “You worried with her?”

  “Beneath the love for me and the boys, she always had suspicion in her eyes. I didn’t have to cheat, because in her mind, I’d already done it. Nothing was ever good enough for her when it came to me.” His fingers run through my hair and he stares at me as though I’m precious to him. My heart swells and I nearly burst into tears.

  “She was a stupid woman to have left you,” I tell him, my voice wobbling. “Especially since you had children together.”

  I’ll never leave him.

  Not now. Not ever.

  “I’ve looked for her,” he says, shame coating his words. I’ve never seen him look so lost.

  I tense and swallow. “When?”

  “Every day since the day she left.”

  Hot tears burn at my eyes, then spill down my temples. Suddenly, I want him away from me. I don’t want him inside me. I try to push him off, but he’s way too heavy. He must sense my mood change because he grabs my wrists and pins them to the bed. His cock starts to harden inside me.

  “I hired a private investigator, Rowan. It’s for the boys’ sake. I didn’t personally actively search for her each day. Someone is being paid to look.” He leans his forehead against mine, and it only serves to make my heartrate skyrocket. “If I can find her, for them, I will. But I don’t give a fuck if I ever see her face again.”

  “You still love her,” I accuse, choking on a sob. I twist and attempt to escape his grasp. He pins both my wrists with his one strong hand and grips my jaw with his other, forcing me to look at him.

  “No.” His eyes blaze with fury. “Only you.”

  “Liar!” I yell, my newly out-of-control emotions raging.

  He growls as he manhandles me onto my stomach. Once my face is pushed into the mattress, he settles between my thighs and presses his cock against the puckered hole of my ass.

  “I never claimed her ass, angel,” he hisses.

  I scream at the top of my lungs when he enters me hard. I’ll never get used to the way it feels. Like someone is trying to rip me in half with a hot poker. He doesn’t slow or go easy on me. His fucking is brutal and claiming, like he wants to punish me.

  I sob and squirm, but eventually give in to his feral ass fucking. I’m his. End of story. It’s what he’s telling me with his harsh thrusting and furious bites to my shoulder. Everything hurts, but the only thing I can feel is him. Eric. All over me. In me. He owns every nerve ending. My entire soul.

  “There she is,” he croons, his fucking slowing to a pace I love. Gentle and sweet. Caring. “My angel lost her shit for a minute, but she’s back. My sweet, sweet girl.”

  I moan when he slides a hand beneath me to seek out my clit. The pain always gets shoved to the backseat when he pleasures me with his dick in my ass. It’s weird how I go from hating every second to literally begging for more. I’m addicted to the brutality of it. The way he makes me feel entirely under his control.

  My tears soak the sheets, but soon, it’s my orgasm making the mess. With Eric, though, I never feel dirty. He always seems pleased when I let myself go. Our bodies mate so well together. It’s like they’ve always known each other.

  “Eric,” I cry out as I become weak beneath him. All of my energy is gone. He continues rocking his hips against me, grinding his cock deeper and deeper into my ass, until he comes once more. I’ll never grow tired of the way it feels to be filled with his cum.

  “I don’t know how many ways I have to spell it out for you, Rowan, but you’re fucking mine,” he breathes against my hair, his words furious. “Mine.”

  I nod, but can’t get any words out. He slides his cock from my ass and settles his weight on me. His lips press against any bare flesh he can find. Sweet, yet claiming.

  “I love you,” he whispers against my shoulder blade. “Only you.”

  “I love you too.”

  “I know, angel. You only get upset because you care. It fucking moves me.”

  I smile and try to turn my head to look at him. He seeks out my mouth with his. His kiss is sweet and sexy.

  “Next time you need a good ass fucking to remind you I love you, pretty girl, just open that sassy mouth and mention my sons’ deadbeat mother.” He chuckles as he kisses my cheek. “I dare you.”

  And as soon as my sore ass heals up, you can sure as hell bet I’m going to taunt him into proclaiming his love once more.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Eric

  One month later…

  I may not be a good parent, but I’m an excellent daddy to Rowan. She’s been acting weird lately and texting someone. Once I spied and saw she was texting Nixon, I obtained the phone records from the cell company.

  They’re pretending.

  It’s kind of cute how he pretends to be her boyfriend so her father doesn’t know who’s really sticking his dick in her. But over the course of this fake relationship, I can see they’ve grown close. Nixon was always the kid I worried about, like maybe he has a few screws loose. Hayden is hard—jaded like
Julia toward the end of our marriage. Brock is soft right now, but with the proper guidance, he’ll end up the most like me. Camden is still young, but he has soulless eyes. They’ll all go off to do well in their careers and in life. But Nixon? The kid is a thinker. His eyes always flickering with deep thoughts. Often, in a calculating, unnerving way. If the world were something he could slice open with his favorite pocket knife, he would. He'd dissect it piece by piece just to see how it all worked. He doesn’t want to own said world or manipulate it like his three brothers. He simply wants to know why it is the way it is. I’d say perhaps he’s the softest, but that’s not true either. He’s every bit as fierce as his brothers. Just different. Sometimes I wonder if Trevor is his real father.

  We’re headed to my house for a get together. I’ve invited Trevor, Mateo, Levi, and their women. My sons and their friends will be there. Several colleagues. Just some swimming and shooting the shit. I’m hoping Rowan will relax and come clean about what’s bothering her.

  “Everything okay?” I ask as we park inside my garage.

  She sets her phone down in her lap, but her eyes won’t meet mine. “I have to tell you something and I don’t want you to get mad.”

  “As long as he doesn’t touch what’s mine, I don’t care.”

  She flinches and glances over at me under her long lashes. “W-What?”

  Narrowing my gaze at her, I reach over and pluck her phone from her hand. “Nixon.”

  “I wasn’t talking about—”

  “I know you’re pretending to be his girlfriend for your father’s sake,” I tell her. “And as long as he doesn’t kiss your pretty mouth or touch one hair on your perfect body, I don’t care.”

  She wrenches the door open and hurries into the house. Her unusual behavior has me chasing after her. I’ll find out what she’s keeping from me. I toss her phone onto a table as I enter the house, stalking after her. She’s barely made it through the kitchen when I hook her waist and yank her against me.

  “What the hell is your problem?” I demand, my mouth pressed against her ear.