Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
Donâ??t think about it, I tell myself as I allow my body to relax against his. My muscles unwind as I gather Kent closer to me, feeling him turn his face to lay it gently against my breast, moving one of his arms below my ass so that heâ??s supporting my weight with it, holding me â??
Actually holding me, not just letting me sit on his lap.
I tuck my own head down next to his, pressing my lips to the skin of his neck, his shoulder, before letting my cheek rest against him, closing my eyes and letting all of my anger and my tension fade away. Because this, nowâ?¦thereâ??s no space for it here. Not anymore.
We stay that way, curled quietly against each other, for longer than a minute. For a long time, really. And suddenly I realize that Iâ??ve grown quite cold because, without realizing it, Iâ??ve begun to shiver a little bit.
â??Shit,â? Kent murmurs as he feels me start to shake a little against him. He raises his head, pulling back and looking up at me. â??Are you all right?â?
â??Yeah,â? I reply, raising my own head and meeting his eyes, so close to mine. â??Um, I think Iâ??m justâ?¦cold?â?
â??Shit,â? he says again, shaking his head and unclasping his arms, letting me move away. â??Iâ??m sorry, Fay â?? I think I forget how cold it gets down here â??â??
â??Itâ??s okay,â? I reply, understanding because honestly I didnâ??t notice either â?? the front half of my body was quite warm, pressed tight against his â??
I lift myself off of Kent and stand up quickly, turning to look for my clothes as I hear him stand and quickly fasten his pants. I spy my little pajama shorts on the ground and bend over to grab them, listening passively for the sound of Kentâ??s belt buckling behind me, when suddenly â??
I gasp as Iâ??m suddenly spun around â?? and then I barely have a second to realize whatâ??s happening as Kent bends me over his shoulder, lifting my bare ass high in the air as he begins to carry me, fireman style, up the stone stairs.
“What!” I shriek, shocked, a noise that makes Kent laugh.
“Kent!” I hiss in a whisper, remembering that this is apparently a secret and that I should be quiet, “put me down! I need my pants!”
“No, you don’t,” he replies, laughing a little with derision as he climbs. “Those ugly shorts where did you get those anyway?”
“They’re comfortable!” I protest.
Kent shocks me then by delivering a punishing little smack on my ass, making me yelp. He laughs again and I can feel his head moving against my hip, shaking from side to side in frustration. “All the resources in the world,” he mutters, “and you order polyester pajamas honestly Fay ”
“They’re cute!” I retort, shocked and a little offended as he continues to carry me up the steps slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“They’re horrible,” he mutters, pushing open a door and passing through it. As Kent turns to close the door behind him, I look around and am mildly surprised to see that we’re in his bedroom. “I’m going to put those clothes in the incinerator first thing in the morning,” Kent informs me, pulling me off his shoulder and lowering me down to my place in his bed.
“Rude,” I retort, laying back against Kent’s pillows and narrowing my eyes at him. A little smile grows on my face when I see him pause, looking over my naked body. “If you burn my clothes, what will I wear?”
“Nothing,” he drawls, sliding his hands into his pockets and looking hungrily down at me. “Ever again, if I have anything to say about it.”
I laugh, then, and am pleased when I see him smile. “I’ll get cold,” I protest, giving a little pout.
“We’ll wrap you up,” he retorts, bending down to pull back the comforter and sheets and tuck me into them, his hands lingering unnecessarily long on my ass as he does. Then, that done, Kent picks a book up from the nightstand my nightstand, apparently, and a book I didn’t place there and tosses it to me to keep me occupied while he turns and heads to the closet.
As Kent pulls the closet door open and disappears inside, I cock my head, considering…does Kent Lippert have pajamas?
What do they look like?
Biting my lip in anticipation of finding out, I look down at the book, a well-loved hardcover with a gilt title that reads Control and Manipulation. I flip it open, wondering if Kent just tossed me the first book he found to keep me occupied, or if he picked this for me…
I look up, distracted, when Kent comes out of the closet again wearing nothing but his underwear. I can’t help the way my eyes follow him as he crosses the room, as I admire his well-muscled form, his eight-pack abs, his strong legs and his round ass.
I’m still watching him, unable to tear my eyes away, as he moves to his side of the bed, picking up his alarm clock. “Kent?” I ask quietly.
“Hmm?” he replies, only paying half attention to me as he sets his alarm.
“When do you work out? And like…where?”
Kent snaps his head to me, baffled, and I grin. I like him like this when I can see the always-controlled Kent thrown off by something I say that he wasn’t expecting.
“What?” he breathes, frowning at me in confusion.
“Well, this,” I say, waving a general hand at his physique, “this isn’t genetics. And I don’t think you go to like, the community center to make it happen. So? Where’s your gym?”
Kent smirks and shakes his head, finishing with the clock and placing it on his bedside table before he sits on the bed, sliding close to me.
“Why?” he asks, putting an arm around my shoulders and tugging me close. “Are you going to start working out with me? Want me to put you through your paces, Fay?”
“God no,” I say, hastily sticking out my tongue to let him know precisely what I think about that idea. “Just,” I tilt my head, considering. “This house is gigantic, and I haven’t seen half of it and I just found out that there’s a secret passage to the dungeons in the back of my wardrobe, so,” I shrug. “I just want to know what else is in the Lippert House of Mysteries. To begin, do you have a gym where you spend many hours lifting weights? Or is this physique the result of…I don’t know. Beating people up in back allies?”
Kent laughs at me, shaking his head. But then he surprises me by pulling my body close so that I’m pressed tight against him, as if he doesn’t want any space between us at all. “I have a gym, Fay,” he tells me quietly. “No back alley beat-downs. I’m past that part of my life. The gym is private just mine. It’s in that corridor that you just passed through, behind one of those grey doors. It can only be accessed through the door in this room, and well, the door in the back of your wardrobe. Which I suppose counts as an entrance, now that you know about it.”
“You know that’s weird, right,” I ask, looking up into his face, my eyebrows raised. “That it’s weird that you had a secret entrance to my room this whole time and never told me? What, did you like, sneak in and…”
Kent laughs then, shaking his head at me. “No, Fay,” he scolds, but I can tell he’s amused more than offended. “I never snuck in and watched you sleep. I’m not a pervert.”
I raise one eyebrow at him, skeptical, and he laughs harder, but moves in to kiss me.
Before he can, though, I swat him away.
“Wha-” he says, surprised when I scootch away from him, brandishing my book like a defensive weapon.
“No way, Kent!” I protest. “You don’t just get to wipe away all of my anger with really good sex, and then throw books at me to distract me, and expect all of the reasons for that anger to go away as well!”
I see a smirk form on his lips, telling me that was indeed what he was hoping would happen. I hold up a scolding finger and point it at his face. “I admit,” I continue, “it was a good plan. It almost worked. But we have to talk.”
“Fine, Fay,” Kent murmurs, grabbing the offending finger in his gigantic hand and bringing my hand close to his face to kiss it before releasing me. “We’ll talk. I know why I was pissed off tonight,” he says, his habitual glower coming back to his face as he and I remember perhaps simultaneously my little stolen moment with Ivan. “Why are you?”
“Because, Kent,” I say, my bravado collapsing a little bit as I remember everything I’ve been feeling these past two days. My anger wiped it away for a moment or perhaps focused it into a burning thing rather than a nagging, sad one but…it’s been a difficult couple of days.
“Right before Natalia and Alessi came,” I begin, raising a hand to twist in the ends of my hair, “you basically told me that I’m your dirty little secret, and that this ” I point between us “can never be more than this,” I finish, waving around at Kent’s secret lair, where he’s hidden me away.
“Do you want it to be more than this, Fay?” Kent asks quietly, and I sense, somehow, that the question is not a trap. He genuinely wants to know.
I blink, realizing that I never thought about it, about the question of what I want to be to Kent. And what I want him to be to me.
I mean, Kent is overwhelming even just learning to be around him is a lot, let alone considering if I want to be with him. I mean, is that even what I would want, if it was a possibility? Do I want to be more than Kent’s mafia mistress? Do I want to be his girlfriend? His
“It’s all right, Fay,” Kent whispers, moving closer to me and putting a gentle hand on my cheek, probably seeing me think it through and freak out a little bit. “You don’t have to know now.”
“Okay,” I say, biting my lip. “I don’t know but Kent, I don’t want to live my life in secret. I don’t want to have to scurry around like a little rat, worried about who is going to find out. I don’t want to have to lie and people are going to find out they already have!”
“Who?” Kent asks, frowning. I hesitate but he glares at me a little, so I give in.