And I didn't hesitate. Pulling her into the apartment, I shut the door and slammed my mouth on hers, claiming what was mine. And oh fuck, but she was so responsive, so amazing, parting those sweet lips under mine, nestling closer so I could feel those big breasts pressed against my chest, her heat, her sweet warmth seeping through my big frame.
"Well, that was quite the greeting," she laughed softly when I finally pulled away. "I didn't expect that."
I growled in my throat.
"What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to pretend that we're "friends"? Fuck no, baby, I've missed you, missed this beautiful body, you're all mine."
And she colored again, her body going soft.
"Am I?" she asked quietly. "Am I yours?"
And I growled again.
"Absolutely-fucking-yes," I ground out. "You belong to me, you're my woman, every part of you, everything about you belongs to me."
And she sighed, leaning into my embrace.
"Oh good, Mr. Martin," she breathed against my lips. "Because we'll work it out somehow, and god, but I've missed you too," she said.
And just when I was about to carry her off to the bedroom, assault her senses with my masculinity, take that pretty pussy again and again, Jonah burst in on us, his key still in the door, skidding to a halt on the marble floor, mouth agape.
"Hey Da- … " his voice trailed off, taking in our interlocked forms. Because oh yeah, I had Ally's sweater halfway up already, fondling a big boob, my other hand squeezing her ass. "What the fuck?" my son sputtered. "What the fuck?"
More like what the fuck was my son doing here? What the fuck was up with all these unexpected house calls? But it didn't matter because this girl belonged to me, he'd lost her fair and square.
"It's not what it looks like," I ground out reflexively, holding her close. But then I thought again. "Fuck that. It's exactly what it looks like," I rumbled, my hand on the girl's rump, possessive, dominant.
And the brunette gasped, looking between us, eyes wide.
"Jonah," she said softly. "We'd already broken up and … I … I guess you can see, there's someone else."
"Holy … fucking … shit," was all Jonah could say in response, his eyes bugging out, almost popping out of their sockets.
But I was elated, really fucking happy. Their relationship was already toast? Gone? That only made things simpler, a lot of the tangles disappeared.
"Like I said, son, she's mine now," I reiterated, pulling the curvy woman closer.
But by now, Jonah had recovered somewhat, even if he still had one hand braced on the wall, steadying his spindly frame.
"I get it," he said slowly, wheezing a little. "Yeah, Ally and I broke up two weeks ago, as soon as Thanksgiving break was done, but still … with you, Robert? Really?" he asked the girl, turning towards her. "You couldn't find anyone else? You had to go after this old dude? He's literally old enough to be your dad you know, because he's my dad."
And Ally blushed but lifted her chin, even if it was trembling.
"Rob and I love each other," she stated softly. "Isn't that right?"
And hearing the word "love" on her lips was absolutely true, one hundred percent on target. I couldn't wait to shout it from the rooftops, let the world know that this girl and I adored one another, that I worshiped everything this beautiful female. My son just happened to be the first to know.
"Absolutely," I ground out, pulling that curvy form against me once more. "I absolutely fucking love this woman," I said, looking into those caramel browns.
And Ally's breathy sigh meant the world to me. Because things were going to be alright. Somehow we'd muddle through this, this situation with Jonah, the age difference, the fact that she'd begun as my son's girlfriend. I squared my shoulders, bracing for a fight with the younger man, ready to defend my territory, but Jonah's not a fighter type, he's just a boy coming into his own. And now, faced with a true alpha male, one who never lost, the boy crumbled.
"It's fine," he muttered, looking down. And then suddenly he looked back up at us, eyes blazing. "But since we're letting the cat out of the bag, I might as well tell you. I'm into the lifestyle and Sarah is my mistress."
He was expecting us to be shocked, to scream and shout in horror, or at the very least, be totally confused. But Ally didn't say anything, merely nodded, and I cocked my head at him.
"So you decided to come clean, huh?" I rumbled. "The secrets were eating you up inside?"
Jonah gaped.
"You don't want to know what the lifestyle is?" he asked. "You knew?" his voice trailed off.
And the girl nodded.
"I saw you at the party, Jonah," she said softly, "You know, in the room with Sarah. The door was unlocked and I saw how she had a black leather catsuit on, how she whipped you, how she treated you."
He had the grace to blush because I'm sure there had been some nasty action, the dominatrix stepping on his hand with a spiked heel, or some other messed up sadistic shit.
"Wha-what?" he blubbered. "Why didn't you say anything? And why didn't you say anything, Robert? How the fuck did you know?"
So we were back to Robert huh? But Ally didn't let it derail her.
"Because it was your secret to tell," she said slowly. "There was no sense in forcing it from you, Jonah, everyone's got to come to their own truths in their own time. And I didn't feel comfortable," she admitted softly. "It was so personal what I saw, and it felt wrong to bring it up until you were ready."
I was never so proud of my girl and her decision not to confront my son, not to embarrass him, to treat him like a normal human being despite his juvenile ways.
But Jonah wasn't done yet.
"And how did you know, Robert?" he spat, eyes narrowing. "We haven't talked since the divorce, how did you find out?"
I shrugged my shoulders. The fact is that Sarah Jones is a well-known dominatrix, and only a select few in NYC can afford her services. So she marketed her abilities to elite businessmen, corporate tycoons who had money to spare, cash to burn. And as one of the chosen few, I'd seen the advertisements, the "word of mouth" references that always got around to powerful men. But there was no need to tell my son this.
"Sarah Jones is a family friend," I said, speaking in generalities, "and I've known the Joneses for a long time, so it wasn't a secret when you started, ahem, seeing her on a one-on-one basis."
Jonah's face grew red then.
"You all knew? Her parents too?"
And I nodded. The Joneses were a powerful couple in NYC circles, of course they knew what their six-foot Amazonian daughter did in her free time, how she supported herself, they weren't idiots. So I decided to come clean.
"The fact was, I was happy when you started going to Sarah. At least you were with someone who was a family friend, whom we knew was disease-free and not some ho off the streets. So yeah, your mother and I knew the moment you started up."
And Jonah sat limply then, literally sliding with a thump onto the floor of the apartment, he couldn't even make it into a chair.
"Oh my god," he whispered, blood draining from his face. "Oh my god. Mom knows? Oh my god."
I felt sorry for the little guy, how he looked so tiny and beaten sprawled on the ground, his knees at an odd angle, narrow shoulders slumped. But it was Ally to the rescue.
"Don't worry," she said softly, crouching down and rubbing his shoulder comfortingly. "There's nothing wrong with the lifestyle so long as you play safe and stay safe," she murmured. And again, my heart burst with happiness. Because Ally had a nurturing side, a kind, considerate heart that enabled her to comfort her ex-boyfriend of all people, a boy who'd stepped out on their relationship. But isn't that how the world works? Kindness in the most unexpected of places, only a woman with a generous heart could manage through a muddle like this.
And as I met Ally's eyes above the boy's head, I nodded once more. The brunette was what I was looking for. Her sincerity, the way she gracefully handled trouble, the way she was kind to my son even during his moment of need. If I'd loved her before, then I loved her even more now, and we were going to be together, loving, living, laughing … forever if I could have my way. Alison West was the answer to my dreams and even though I'd started as her boyfriend's dad, I would be much more to her once I was done.
EPILOGUE
Ally
A few months later …
"Oh god," I panted. "Oh god, oh god, Mr. Martin."
The big man merely laughed, shifting his hips to drive in harder.