Gordon's Dawn(20)

Without letting her answer, he dived for her mouth and pistoned harder into her, squeezing her ass cheeks together.

Dawn’s nails dug into his back as she clung to him. Their sweat-covered bodies slid against one another her nipples rubbing his chest. Dawn raked her fingers down his back and screamed into his mouth as her pussy quivered and tightened around him. Giving one final thrust, he let himself go with a roar. “Dawn.” His cum shot from his body, filling her up, and he hoped it took root.

Slowly easing out of her, he rolled to the side and gathered her against him. “Best birthday present ever.” He leaned over and brushed his lips against hers. “Making love with my gorgeous wife.”

Dawn stared up at him. “I’m staying. I’m giving us a chance, but… and I mean this, no more lies, tangling truths, and not telling me what I need to know, or I’ll leave. I’m still pissed at you, but today, you get a boon.”

Smiling, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close to him. Gordon was so happy, a stressful weight lifted, and he basked in the light feeling for a moment. “I promise. No lies.”





Chapter Six


Dawn had never been so nervous in her life. She was used to meeting new people, especially with how much her parents moved and the new schools she had attended. This was different though. It wasn’t her just meeting new people. It was her meeting people important to Gordon. She wasn’t sure what his friends would think of her, and Dawn usually wasn’t one to care what people thought of her, but Gordon’s father would be there. He wasn’t just anybody. Dawn even wore a dress with no black. It was a deep rich red, and her high heels were silver, along with the clutch purse and manicure she’d gotten. She knew Gordon had been ecstatic at what she’d come out in for his party. She’d expected him to say something, but she knew he was on his best behavior.

They’d spent the day making love, in the bed, the shower, theater room, and Jacuzzi tub. Every part of her ached, but it was such a good ache, and her thoughts couldn’t help but stray to the Jacuzzi.

“What’s that smile for?” Gordon squeezed her hand, and she gazed up at him. He looked so good in the black and white striped Armani suit. He had gold cufflinks and black leather shoes. It was so different from the look she was used to, but he was no less handsome.

She shook her head. “Nothing. Let’s go in.” Big double doors stood before them.

Gordon let go of her hand and gathered her into him for a hug, tilting her head up. “You look amazing. Absolutely stunning. Thank you.” His lips claimed hers, and she eased away before they got carried away. She didn’t want to mess her outfit and all the work she’d done to get ready.

Reaching up, she rubbed her bright red lipstick off him. “Come on, let’s go. You’re already late.”

“All your fault.” He winked. “That Jacuzzi.” His grin was so cheeky she couldn’t help but giggle. Argh, she’d never been a giggler before, but with Gordon, she seemed to always be doing things she hadn’t done before.

“I’m surprised an old man like you kept up.” Dawn smiled and knew if she didn’t enter the party, Gordon would prove to her just how much stamina he had for someone his age. She pushed the doors open knowing Gordon was hot on her heels.

Once in the huge room, she stilled, not only speechless but scared. She wasn’t sure what she really expected, but this extravagance wasn’t it. Stunning model like women walked in elegant ball gowns while all the men wore fancy suits. The room was a circus, literally. Scantily clad women hung from the roof with slick blue fabric, men on stilts walked around juggling things. There were small stages around the room filled with fire breathers, another with pole dancers, and one had a juggler that was throwing knives, another throwing sharp-pointed objects. Animals did tricks and waiters with their body covered in body paint wondered around offering food. To top it off, there was a full orchestra on a stage.

“Holy crap,” she whispered. “I’m so out of my element.”

Gordon’s arm came around her waist, and it was then she noticed the orchestra had stopped, and everyone was now staring her way. David came forward with a man who looked like an older version of Gordon, but with green eyes.

“Son, you’re back. Happy Birthday.” Gordon’s father shook the hand that wasn’t wrapped around her. “You look great. Happy, relaxed. I bet you’re raring to get home and to get back into everything.”

Looking at what she now guessed to be Gordon’s father, she thought he had aged well. He looked a lot younger than she bet he was, only in his late fifties or very early sixties. He was shorter than Gordon but not by much. His green eyes were what showed his age, Gordon had told her his father was older than his mother was, and Gordon had been born when his father was in his mid-thirties. Gordon’s father had lighter olive skin, Gordon’s had darkened while he’d been in Australian. Dawn couldn’t help staring. It was like looking into a mirror of what Gordon would look like in thirty years. The only difference she could tell was the eyes. Gordon had amazing blue ones where his father had a deep, dark green.

Dawn could feel David’s penetrating stare, and she avoided looking at him. She wondered what part he’d had in everything that had happened between her and Gordon, him coming to Australia and not telling her who he was. She had a feeling it was a lot.

“Thank you, Father. It’s great to be back.” Gordon squeezed her waist. “I’d like you to meet my wife, Dawn.” Surprise flashed for a moment in his father’s eyes before he quickly concealed it. “Dawn, meet my father, Arthur James Wilks.”

Nibbling on her bottom lip, she held her hand out. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Arthur chuckled. “I see why you married her.” He yanked her out of Gordon’s hold and hugged her. “Welcome to the family.”

The party picked up again, but what looked like an odd line had started of groups waiting to see and talk to Gordon.

Gordon gathered her back to his side and started chatting about business. Dawn tried to listen and interact, but really, the conversation bored her, and there was only so long she could listen before she’d drift to sleep. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand most of it because she did. She’d done very well in school and her three years at University. It just wasn’t what she was passionate about. When she did attempt to contribute, they stared at her as if she’d grown a second head. Half the women ignored her and the other half were snotty nose bitches who stuck their nose up at everything and turned anything she said into a bad or nasty comment. She stayed by Gordon for as long as she could endure, but after a couple of hours, the snide comments and the nastiness got to her, and she needed to get away.