An Hour Later…
Dakota Roth…
For the majority of my life, up to this point, I feel like I have spent all of my time lying.
Lying to anyone who asked about my home life.
Lying to the landlord when I didn't have enough money to pay the rent.
Lying to the very few friends that I had, about being unable to hang out.
Lying to myself that I was happy. That my life wasn't a shit-show of epic proportions.
The very last person that I ever wanted to lie to was Jeremy. I hated the fact that I couldn't seem to spit out the words. The vile things that my mother just sprouted at me.
My mom is here.
I just knew that Stuart was somewhere nearby. Mom never mentioned him, but I just knew. There was no way that she would come this far without her man to rub in dad's face. Little did she know that he wouldn't give a shit. I take a small sliver of satisfaction in that little fact.
Even now, an hour and a mind-numbing orgasm later - I just can't get that encounter out of my head…
'..."Hi, honey," the high-pitched whine of my mother's voice ripped through the full, bodied hum I was basking in.
Jeremy always gave the best orgasms - he just never settles for mediocre, especially when it comes to my pleasure. I can't believe how lucky I am. I can't believe how much I feel for this man.
"Wh-what are you-do-doing here?" I stumbled backwards against the ice machine.
"You are my daughter, Dakota and I came to take you home, so imagine my surprise when I find you in a hotel room with your Uncle Remy! Seems like us Roth women have the same taste in men after all-"
"What-are-you-talk-talking-about?"
"Come on now Dakota - why do you think I really left your dad? It wasn't because of some silly little argument-"
Why hadn't I questioned that before?
I knew Anna. I knew that this woman thrived on conflict - it was almost as if arguing and fighting were some, form of aphrodisiac to her. I have heard her still screaming angrily at her lover's even as they rip each other's clothes off.
"You and-"
"Unfortunately, nothing happened, not for the width of trying on my part - your uncle seemed to have the restraint of a saint, but I see that has changed!" She sneered at me, making my blood run cold.
Why was she telling the truth now? I knew that she was telling the truth because her reply was intended to hurt me. I knew that she would always go for the low-blow, always find a way to make my life miserable. The question was - why not now?
What was she gaining by telling me the truth? Aside from hurting me – I can't believe that to be the only reason. I know her far too well.
"What do you want?"
"You are coming home to Scotland-"
"No! I am no-"
"You will. If you don't - I will run to daddy and tell him every sordid, every sick little detail about you and his best friend!"
"Please-"
"No. You have had your fun and you have punished me enough. You have a week. If you don't get your ass back here at this time in a week - I will be paying your daddy a visit!" And with that she whirled on her heel, thinking better of it, and turned back to me, "tell me, you, silly little girl - do you think Remy doesn't think of me when he is balls deep inside you?" I couldn't stop myself from cringing at her language, "do you really think that you are someone special?" Her gaze ran up and down the length of me, "do you really think that he will give up your dad for you?!"
I had no reply because those were questions that I have been asking myself all this time. I want to believe that what we have is stronger than that. I want to believe that there was no way Uncle Remy would risk his friendship with my dad over a silly, inconsequential little fling.
"Tell me, Dakota - is he good in bed? I always got the impression that he was a man who knew how to please a woman -" she began, but then smirked in the most, evil manner I have ever seen and once again I cringed backwards, "never mind, I can tell from that disgusting blush on your ugly face that he is indeed a man who is thorough, despite the pig that is in his bed!"
I feel sick. I feel like I am sinking back into that scared little girl that I always was around her. But I knew more now than I did when I was younger and that was to never show fear in front of her. The minute that she thought you were scared of her was the moment that she owned you.
"Remember, seven days from now. Otherwise, I make a little visit to daddy-dearest!" And with that she turned and swept back along the hallway. I didn't even look to see what room she was staying in. I felt too shaken.
Where the fuck was Stuart?
I just know that he has to be around here somewhere. It was that thought that propelled me back to the room that Jeremy had booked for the month. On shaky legs I move with more speed than I could even believe I could possess. Sickness was rising up my body, and before I stepped into the room - I took a few precious seconds to take a couple of deep breaths, trying to swallow back the nausea…'
…I hated lying to Jeremy. I hated that our little bubble had been, burst, in the worst way possible. My own mother was black-mailing me.
My own mother hated me. It was the only conclusion that made sense. Why else would she be intent on making my life a misery?
What had I ever done to make her hate me so much?
How the fuck am I meant to get out of this?
I don't want to go back to Scotland. I don't want to go back where Stuart has easier access to me. I dread to think of what was awaiting me back in that house where I was nothing more than a glorified slave. I hate to imagine the horrors that he has prepared for me. I hate that my own Mother can't see what her boyfriend is.
Stuart is a predator. And not in the sexy way that Jeremy was.
I loved being caught in Jeremy's sights. I never once felt like I was in danger. I never once believed that Jeremy would do anything to hurt me. Jeremy is a good man, and I am going to have to give him up.
I am going to have to let him go.
The very idea of never being with him again - makes my blood run cold and my heart hardens to the point where it is almost impossible to draw breath.
My mom had a thing for the man I am sleeping with. The man I am falling in love with. No, the man I am in love with. I have never been more, sure of my feelings than I am right now. The way he makes me feel is addictive and I don't know how in the Hell I am going to be able to walk away from him. I do know that if I do walk away - I am never going to love anyone else. I am going to spend the rest of my life pining for this man. Aching for him in ways that I just know are going to drive me mad.
"You are a million miles away, sweetheart, what's going on?" His voice tore through the thoughts running around my head.
My mom wanting the man I am in love with is a mind-fuck that I simply cannot wrap my thoughts around.
Do I tell him?
I have always tried to be as honest as I can - lying was just a part of my life - it was an easy alternative to talk about what was happening in my life.
However, telling Jeremy what just happened at the ice-station would result in him deciding to tell my dad about us. I just knew him well enough to know that he would jump in and take over. I knew that he would put everything on the line and for what?
My mom is intent on taking me back to Scotland. Even if we tell dad what is going on, she will find another way and then our confession will have been for nothing. My dad and Jeremy's friendship will have been ruined for nothing and my dad is going to need Jeremy when I am gone. I know that he is going to need all of the support that he can get.
I know what I have to do.
I know that in one week - I am going to be back here. Alone. Giving my mother and Stuart what they want.
One week.
Seven days to cram a lifetime's worth of memories with Jeremy into my system. A lifetime's worth of memories to last me when I am back in Scotland being subjected to God only knows what. A lifetime's worth of memories to keep me warm when everything in my world was about to become cold and lifeless.
I have to force a smile to my face and ensure that he doesn't see that anything is amiss. I have to ensure that he believes that everything is fine with us. That I am not going to be torn away from him.
I can't show him that it feels like I am being pulled in so many different directions that I feel sick. I will not worry, him with this. I can't.
Jeremy Danielson…
Acting as if I can't tell there is something really bothering her is harder than I could have ever imagined. I hadn't even realised just how well I had learnt how to read her. I wasn't even aware of how close we had become until this moment.
This moment where she is withholding something from me. Something substantial. Something that is really affecting her.
What is it?
What happened at that ice-station? I would have to be incredibly ignorant not to put the pieces together. When she initially left this room to grab us ice - she was fine. Happy even. Satisfied. Content. All of the things that you would expect after the mind-blowing sex we had just partaken in. I know that I was almost rendered dumb from the force of my own release. From the realisation that this woman was my everything.
My whole world.
There was nothing and no one who could ever stop me from feeling this way about her.
Is it ideal?
Not even a little bit. Jason and I have been friends for more than half my life and I hate this feeling of being under-handed or being sneaky and lying to him - it doesn't feel good but the alternative - that doesn't even bear thinking about because that alternative means giving Dakota up.
Never touching her again.
Never kissing her again.
Never being alone with her again.
Never sliding my cock into her addictive little cunt again.
Never feeling her touching me again.
Never hearing her sweet voice saying all those dirty things that she has begun to mutter when I am balls deep inside her.
I know that I should end this. I know that I should walk away but every time I even come close to thinking that it is like I can't breathe. I can't move because the dread of never being with her again feels like a disease ready to eat me alive. I can't give her up.
I won't give her up.
This connection we share is bigger than either of us can control. It is more than we could have ever predicted.
Dakota was made for me.
Dakota and me - we are destined. That is how it feels. Other worldly. Completely and utterly out of our control. Yet there is something holding me back. Something stopping me from telling her just how obsessed I have become with her.
Is it fear? Maybe. Fear that she doesn't feel the same way. Fear that I have built this into something more as a feeble attempt at justifying my betrayal of my best friend.
Dakota is only twenty-years old. That is so young. Maybe too young to want the things that I want. I know that. I know that I am building a future with this girl in my head that she may simply not be ready for.
However, is that true? I feel it every time we touch - we could both be consumed by the fire that erupts between us. This is so much more than physical. At least it is to me, but she hasn't really given me any idea that she is in the same place as me. I mean, it is at her insistence that we haven't told Jason yet.
Surely, she has to know how I feel. I mean she has to know that I would never risk my friendship with her dad for a mere fling. Right?
"I'm just thinking about dad -" her reply takes me by surprise. And honestly, I have the sense that is a lie.
I mean sure, her dad is never far from my thoughts when we are together, so realistically it isn't hard to imagine that it is the same for her, but something is screaming at me that something happened at that ice-station. Something that she is hiding from me. I want to press. I want to push her to tell me. I want to demand that she be honest with me, but I know better than that. I know that to push too hard will only end in an argument because Dakota is nothing if she isn't fiery. It is one of the things that I love the most about her.
"What about him?" I ask instead of what I really want to ask.
"I guess I am wondering how long we can keep this a secret. I mean, maybe we should just come out with it -"
"Is that really what you want to do?" I asked, my breath seizing in my lungs. I have thought about telling him so much over the past week or so. Hell, I have been thinking about it from the moment that my eyes landed on her getting off that plane.
The moment I laid eyes on her - I knew. I could feel it flowing as easily through my veins as the blood did. The feeling that I had just met the woman who was going to become my wife. My other half. The mother of my children. My soul-mate. If that was even a thing. Soul mates. It is not something that I ever believed in before Dakota. It seemed like a silly notion. Some silly story that people told themselves to justify the horrible things that they do to those they claim to love. Now, I know, different. I feel differently.
"I don't know!" She sighed, slumping back against my chest. Our naked bodies, fitting together like two puzzle pieces coming together, "this all still feels a little fragile and if we tell him, we need to be solid!"
"I agree!" As much as I hate it, I do agree.
Jason will be hard on us. Understandably, he will feel betrayed. I can't even blame him for that because I feel like I am betraying him. Every time Dakota and I give into this hunger between us; we are effectively saying fuck you to my best friend. And that does not sit well with me. Regardless of how right it feels to be with his daughter.
His daughter.
His little girl.
And I am fucking her every damn chance I get. Like some horny little asshole first discovering sex. It's reckless. It is dangerous. It is wrong. Yet I can't seem to stop myself.
I love her. I try to justify it. I try to tell myself that this is fate. Just like all those other idiots use the term of soul mates to justify their actions.
"As sure as I am that we are meant to be - there is still so much about each other that we don't know," although there is a huge part of me that feels like I do know her. I know her in every way that is important. All the rest of it comes with time and attention.
"Exactly," she nodded.
What wasn't she telling me? I have never wanted the ability to read someone's mind before. Then again, I have never been with someone that I have felt so damn connected to. Not even Lauren.
My first marriage was not at all what I thought it was. Now that I have some distance and time from it; I can see it for what it was. Mediocre. It wasn't something that should have ever resulted in a marriage. I can see that so clearly now that I know Dakota is my future.
If I thought it would help our case, I would get down on one knee right now. Unfortunately, I need to ask for my best friend's blessing before I can do that. Jason has to know about us but in order for that to happen - we have to be a united front and with Dakota withholding something from me I know that we simply aren't there yet. It will come though.
"You do know that you can talk to me about anything, don't you?" I asked, frustrated.
Frustrated at this entire situation.
Frustrated that her own mother is the cause of her being so guarded and independent. Don't get me wrong, I love that she is independent. I love that she is so self-reliant but at times like this, I worry that Anna has done so much damage that this amazing girl won't ever be able to let herself trust that another human being could be the love and support that she needs.
That I am that person. I will do anything to be that person for her.
Is it happening fast? Yes. I know it is. I know that it's insane. I know that people will have a problem with all of this. Jason will have a problem with. And it isn't like I can't understand where his anger would come from. Where his concerns will come from.
"I do," slowly turning her head, she placed a gentle kiss to the underside of my jaw. The sensation sent a delicious shiver up and down my spine, "as much as I love the sex we are having, maybe we should spend some time just getting to know one another?"
"I am definitely enjoying the sex, but you are right, we have to be solid!" I nodded, "but let's start that tomorrow?"
"You are incorrigible -" she giggled as my mouth moved to her shoulders and my hands reached up to gently cup her full round tits. My fingers grazed against the hardened peak of her nipples.
"Are you complaining?" I growled as one hand slowly slid down the front of her body.
"Mmmmm no!" She sighed as my fingers finally danced along the top of her mound.
"That's my girl," I growled hungrily, "now open those pretty thick thighs for me!" I ordered.
As if my mouth had a direct link to her motor skills, her legs fell open wide, and I couldn't help but grunt in response. My body is coming alive. My insides clench with need. The desire. The hunger is beginning to take over. The promise of pleasure taking over.
And just like that we are lost to the connection that seems to grow stronger and stronger with every passing day. My entire world narrows down to one tiny little pin, point - Dakota.