Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
“Okay,” I say softly, smiling to myself as I press myself closer to him, tucking my head beneath his chin. Kent wraps his arms tightly around me, running a hand down my spine. I enjoy the little tingle that his touch brings to me as he traces his fingers up and down the length of my back.
We stay there, like that, for a long time. His body keeps me warm as I let my mind wander, as I enjoy the feeling of him holding me tight. I never thought, really, what it would be like to have someone’s whole body pressed to mine, skin-to-skin. I never knew I’d like it as much as I do.
But as I lay there, feeling and wondering, questions…crop up.
“Kent?” I ask again a few minutes later, hesitant.
He makes a soft noise of acknowledgement deep in his throat, inviting me to continue.
“Why is there a blanket here?”
He turns to me, confused.
“Like,” I say, smiling at him, a little roguish. “Like, did you plan this? Did you put this blanket here just in case ”
He laughs now, a true, real laugh, and I smile to see him do it. “No, Fay,” he says, his eyes peacefully closed again and his face turned up to the ceiling. “I’m smooth, but I’m not that smooth. It’s probably one of the stable hands sometimes someone has to stay with the horses all night, and one of them probably comes up here for some peace and quiet.”
“Oh,” I say, looking around and considering the place anew. Actually, I can see and understand that now it’s quite nice up here. Peaceful, like Kent said.
I look at him again, though, biting my lip and trying to work up the courage to ask the real question on my mind. How was I the same girl who stood up to him downstairs in the stall? Where was she now when I need her?
“Go ahead, Fay,” Kent says, his eyes still closed, startling me a little. “Ask your question.”
I stare at him, surprised. “How did you know I have another question?” I ask, suspicious.
He peeks at me through one half-opened eye. “I can just feel it. Sixth sense. Fay sense.”
I swat his arm, hating that he’s right, making him laugh as he closes his eye and waits patiently.
“Um,” I say, a little awkward now. “What are we going to do about…pregnancy?”
He laughs a little again, which makes me feel embarrassed and a little mad. “Well it’s a serious question ” I huff. “We never talked about it before and I don’t want you like, slipping birth control into my morning coffee without asking me ”
He laughs harder then, and I go still with shock.
“Wait ” I start, pushing away from him and looking him dead in the face. “You aren’t already doing that, are you because that is a violation ”
“No, Fay,” Kent says, laughing harder and shaking his head. He presses a gentle thumb to my mouth, stopping my tirade, the rest of his hand wrapping warmly around my face. “It’s all right,” he continues. “I had a vasectomy years ago. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“Oh,” I say, my eyebrows going up in surprise. I had never thought had never even begun to think… “So,” I say carefully, “you don’t want any more kids?”
“No, Fay,” he says, considering me gently. “Daniel is enough. Do you?”
I shrug, biting my lip. I honestly hadn’t thought about being a mom too much I’ve been so focused on my career, and I hadn’t really had a mom for much of my life…
“I don’t know,” I murmur, looking at him seriously.
“That’s all right,” he responds, nodding, understanding. He drops it there and I find that I am grateful. I’m not sure I want to be pressed, right now, on this point. Though I admit, I am glad that I don’t have to worry about being knocked up.
“Is it always like this?” I whisper suddenly, curling up against him and asking the question before I even realized that it was growing in me.
Kent tilts his head to the side, studying me seriously, curious. “What do you mean?”
“Like this,” I breathe. I hesitate then not really knowing…how to explain what I mean.
Slowly, Kent shakes his head side to side. “No, Fay,” he answers seriously. “This was…totally unique.”
Then, quite carefully, as if I were very delicate, or he risks breaking some spell, Kent leans forward to bring his face close to mine. And slowly, gently, he presses his lips to my mouth, carefully kissing me with a warmth and deliberation that…I’ve never felt before.
Not from him.
Not from anyone.
And when he pulls away, he’s smiling at me.
And I feel a fluttering in my stomach that lets me know that I am on quite dangerous ground.
Luckily, Kent spoils it.
“Next time,” he murmurs, moving his hand lower to grip my ass, using his leverage there to pull me tight against him, “we’re going to make sure that you finish too.”
“Wait,” I say, cocking my head at him, confused. “I didn’t?”
Kent laughs at me before kissing me soundly, firmly, with complete control. I let him, allowing the kiss to sweep through me, losing myself to it until I’m almost panting again. Then he releases me, smirking down into my face, the controlling Kent I know suddenly back.
“Oh Fay,” he teases, arrogant, as he squeezes my ass. “I am going to have a good time, showing you this new world.”
I narrow my eyes at him, half resenting his smugness, half excited to see what’s next. I snap my teeth playfully at him and he laughs, pulling me close for another kiss.
A few hours later, I stand in the cool white space of my bathroom, staring at my freshly-showered reflection in the mirror. I’m wrapped in a towel, another one twisted around my hair, and I can’t stop…looking at myself.
Wondering if I’m…different somehow.
I drop my towel and pull the other from my head with a frustrated sigh, turning and trying to get a look at my naked body in the mirror from different angles, working to truly see…
But then I give up, glaring at myself in the mirror a little bit. Because I know that I don’t look different not really, not at all. Because that’s impossible.
But I do know that, inside…I am different. Things have changed I have changed. And I don’t know at all how I feel about it.
Everything just feels so…strange. And new. When I had left the house this morning, I was one person and now…am I someone else? My body keeps reminding me that things are different too, with a low ache between my legs a constant reminder of how I spent the afternoon. And my thighs keep shaking a little, just tiny tremors, probably because I had my legs wrapped around Kent’s waist all day, and I was using muscles I haven’t had to use before…
I blush, thinking about it, and then I scowl at myself in the mirror for blushing and pull my robe off of its hook, tugging it over my arms and knotting it tight around my waist.
Honestly, I’m a mafia mistress now. A real one. Shouldn’t I be beyond embarrassment?
A knock comes at my bedroom door and, eager for the distraction, I move to it quickly. I don’t have plans for the evening but did Kent…?
When I open the door, I’m surprised but not displeased to see Jerome standing there, looking bored. I give him a happy smile and he opens his mouth to say something, but then he freezes after he takes one look at me.
“What?” I say, taking a step back, my hands flying to anxiously twist the ends of my wet hair. “What’s wrong?”