Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
Kent just shrugs and offers me the bottle of tequila, which I take and sip from, watching him. “You could have introduced yourself. Kind of rude that you didn’t.”
I laugh and smack him on the shoulder. “Come on, Kent! You know how shy I am, and how scared I was when I first came into this house.”
“Shy,” Kent scoffs, disbelieving, as he lowers his face to my shoulder and presses a kiss there. “You’re not shy, Fay. Not really.”
“What?” I ask, shocked and a little confused.
“Seriously, Fay,” he continues, placing little kisses on the skin all along the line of my shoulder. “You stand up to me on a regular basis, you had the brass to walk past Natalia at a glacial space even though you were an hour and fifteen minutes late to dinner, you have a second mafia boss so eager to see you he crashes my family party ”
“Ohhh,” I say, swatting at Kent. “That’s not the same thing at all I also blush like a damn lobster every five minutes and feel my knees go weak anytime even frowns at me ”
“Not true,” Kent says, lifting his head to look me seriously in the eye. “Not anymore, at least. Shy, Fay that’s not what you are at all. It’s just that at some point you got the idea that you were weaker, or less capable, or less deserving than other people. But your real heart? Beneath it all?” He shakes his head at me again, tapping a finger at my chest as a little smile pulls at his lips. “You’re a viper, Fay.”
I blink at him, completely shocked by his words, by his…well, by his compliment. And a little twist of pleasure rises in me at this idea that this is how Kent sees me.
And, because I’m me, I immediately blush. Kent laughs when he sees it.
“See!?” I say, my blush deepening in my embarrassment. I raise my hands to my cheeks, trying to block it from his sight. “Kent, I can’t be a viper when I do this whenever anyone says something nice about me ”
“You can,” he says, pulling my hands away and pressing a kiss to each of my blushing cheeks, “if you would just start believing the compliments. Or believing it of yourself before someone has the grace to inform you of it.”
“Oh, I can’t do that,” I sigh, leaning back against the pillows and covering my face with my hands.
“Why not, Fay?” Kent asks softly, his voice curious. “You’re the only one who doesn’t know your power the moment you walk into the room. Fiona saw it immediately. So did I. It’s why Natalia can’t stand you. No one doubts you as much as you do.”
“Really?” I breathe, pulling my hands away from my face and looking up at him. “Is that honestly how you see me, Kent?”
“It is,” he says, holding my eyes so that I’ll believe him for a moment before shifting his body so that his head is lower now, down by my shoulders. Kent dips his head again, kissing me in the hollow of my throat and then down my chest. “You’re a viper hiding in the skin of a fawn, Fay. It’s incredibly sexy. You’re just the last one to figure it out.”
I shake my head and smirk at the top of his head and burying my fingers in his hair as he moves his body even lower on the bed, pressing kisses to my stomach, letting his tongue stroke languidly across my skin. “I bet you say this to all the girls,” I murmur, a little disgruntled. “The fawn/viper line is a good one.”
“I have never said that to any girl,” Kent says, looking up at me quickly with a little fury in his eyes. “And I wouldn’t have said it to you, except you got me all drunk on tequila. Loosened my tongue, in all the worst ways.”
And then he lowers his face to my stomach again, tugging angrily at the lacy edges of my panties as he moves further down.
“Well, if this is the result,” I say, my breath starting to come in little pants as he licks lower, and lower, “then we’re having tequila every day…”
Kent nips me on the inner thigh then, punishment for my sass, and I give a sharp little yelp that quickly turns into a moan as he begins to lick me, languidly, precisely where I want him to lick.
I’m shocked the next morning to see that I wake before Kent. I watched him set the alarm for an ambitious six hours after we fell asleep, which will be in about…five minutes, I see, as I peek at the clock now.
Part of me is tempted to wake him like he woke me yesterday with my hands on his naked body, touching the secret places I like to touch. But as I study his sleeping face his brows drawn together even in repose, his full lips slightly parted, his black stubble rough on his jaw and cheeks
I find that the only thing I can really do is…
Well, stare at him.
Christ, I think to myself, shaking my head a little. He’s just…really fucking hot.
And then, almost as if he heard my thoughts, Kent’s shoulders twitch, and then he breathes in a deep breath, and his eyes begin to flutter open.
The first thing Kent does is focus on me as he blinks awake, and I blush as I realize that he’s caught me just…staring at him.
But before I can do anything else, Kent lets out a feral little growl and reaches out his heavy arm, wrapping it around me and pulling me close. I give a little shriek that makes him laugh as he nuzzles sleepily against me.
“Now who is the bat,” he murmurs, “who stays up all night, staring at me, obsession in her eyes…”
“Still you,” I say with a yawn, stretching my body against his and then burying my fingers in his thick hair as he begins, again, to kiss my neck, my shoulders, my chest, his stubble rough against my skin and…well, frankly, getting me a little worked up.
“Maybe,” Kent says, lifting his face to mine and looking me for a long moment in the eye before kissing me soundly. Far too soon he pulls away, glancing over at the clock and sighing as he reaches for it before it goes off.
He sits up, then, looking down at me. Studying me. “Are you ready for today, Fay?” he asks, his voice serious. “Do you have a plan?”
“No,” I moan, turning away and burying my face in the pillow. “It’s not today yet if the sun hasn’t come up it’s still last night ”
He laughs and pulls the pillow away from me, tossing it to the floor and rolling his body over top of mine, grabbing me by the wrists and pinning my arms above my head. “Well, if it’s still last night,” he murmurs, “that means we’re still on a date. Is this what you want, Fay?”
And I think my breathing, instantly heavier as his weight pins me down to the mattress, is answer enough.
“What do you want me to do to you, Fay?” Kent murmurs, dipping his head to kiss my neck and then running the broad length of his tongue up the tender skin there, reminding me, intimately, of what he did to me last night.
I moan a little, not saying anything, letting him figure it out or honestly, letting him do whatever he wants, because it’s all good
But Kent pulls away and I stare up at him, confused.
“Tell me,” Kent demands, looking steadily down into my face. “How do you want me to fuck you, Fay? Because I’m going to fuck you now, as soon as you tell me how.”
And I gasp a little in surprise at the frank way he states this not that it isn’t working for me, just I blush and look away, because I’ve never had to do the talking before, and I have no idea what to say
But Kent moves one hand from my wrist and places it on my cheek instead, turning me back to him. “No. Don’t blush,” he orders, making me look at him. “Tell me what you want.”
I blink anxiously up at him, not knowing
“Do it, Fay,” Kent orders, flexing his hips hard against me so I can feel him ready for me however I want him. Then he smirks at me, teasing as I give a little gasp. “You had lots to say last night when you were threatening to pour tequila all over my bed ”
“I did not,” I cut in, frowning at him. “I didn’t say anything I was all action ”
“There she is,” Kent growls, pleased to have gotten some words out of me, and he flexes his hips again, making me gasp a little bit more. “Now, use that dirty little mouth to tell me how you want me. Now.”
“Flip me over,” I say, the words falling from my lips before I knew I was thinking them. A hungry little noise echoes in Kent’s chest as he moves the hand from my face and slips it beneath me, grabbing me from behind by my far hip and flipping me over in one quick movement, just as I asked.
“Now what,” he whispers, kneeling between my legs with his hands on my hips, using his thumbs to dig into the muscles of my lower back, starting to massage me just a little. I moan a little at the feel of it, of Kent’s strong hands loosening my muscles, at the feel of myself already growing wet for him
“Now what,” he asks again, accompanying his demand with a sharp smack on my ass. I yelp a little, even though I liked it, but I feel his hand leave my skin and I know that he’s pulling it back, ready for another
“Lay on top of me,” I say quickly, “I I want to feel you all of you “
And he does it, slowly, lowering himself so that his stomach presses against my back, his arms on either side of mine taking the majority of his weight so he doesn’t crush me.
“Push into me,” I whisper, not waiting for him to command me again, because I can already feel him there at my entrance wanting to be inside me as much as I want him there. Kent groans a little as he obeys me, as he adjusts himself so that the head of his cock begins to spread me