Noah’s Journey(18)

“I don’t buy for one fucking second that you didn’t know he was mine. I think you found some sorry son of a bitch that bought your story and you sunk your claws into him. But when that shit blew up in your face, you had no other place to go. So coming back here and finally telling me I had a son was the next step.” Her eyes grew wide, but I sure as hell was not done yet.

“You won’t keep Austin from me. I will not allow you to tell me when I can and can’t see my son. You don’t get that power. I’ve put up with your shit for weeks now, thinking we had some chance of reconnecting. But I can assure you that will never happen. I despise you. You kept him from me, knowing every day you looked at him that he was, in fact, my son. I will never forgive that. I will tolerate you because you are the mother of my child, but that is the extent of our relationship.”

She looked up at me with wide eyes, and I waited for her to argue.

“We can do this outside court through our attorneys, or we can take it to court. But one way or another, you will never take him from me again.” At this point my adrenaline was pumping, and I was having a hard time maintaining my cool. I took in a deep, calming breath and hung my head to gain some control.

“Imagine what it would feel like to have him taken away from you.” I lifted my head, looking her directly in the eyes. “What it would be like to be told you could only see him one day a week. Could you do it?” I was getting more emotional with each word. “Because I can’t. He’s part of me, and not seeing him would break me. Please don’t make this hard for us. He’s our son, Stacey. I don’t want to take him away from you any more than I want you to take him from me.”



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I stopped by Bill’s Diner and picked up two of their specials, hoping that tenderloins and fries would be okay with Alena. Every task I performed after talking to Stacey was almost robotic. I truly couldn’t remember the steps I had taken to get where I was, but there I stood in the alley outside Alena’s apartment, holding a paper bag with two Styrofoam containers tucked safely inside.

I don’t know how long I stood there, but when the porch light flipped on and the door came open, Alena stood in the doorway looking back at me with concern.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I stepped inside, and she backed up, creating enough space for me to stand within the entryway. “I’m good now,” I said in a whisper, bending at the knees just enough to lower my mouth to hers. Alena whimpered when I bit on her lower lip, lightly sucking on it. She sagged back against the wall, and I placed my free hand on her hip, loving the feel of her body beneath my palm. “I brought dinner,” I whispered just before pressing my body tightly against hers. “But suddenly, I’m not very hungry for food.”

“Me either,” she said in more of a pant.

Alena wrapped her arms around my neck and began frantically climbing my body. The bag of food hit the floor as I gripped her ass in my palms and turned toward the stairs. She hooked her legs around my waist and anchored them together behind my back.

This was not the first time I had been in her apartment, so I knew the exact location of where I wanted to be. Our tongues tangled in a heated kiss as we bounced down the hallway, a mess of hands and lips. Once we entered her bedroom, I pulled my lips from hers long enough to find the exact location of her bed.

I had hoped we could move things along now that I no longer had to fear Stacey disappearing once again with Austin, but never had I pictured it going quite this fast. But being a man with needs, and Alena being the one I needed, hell if I was going to slow this down. I had held on long enough, and it was time to take all that was coming to me, without a second thought. I had lived in the past long enough.

I lowered her to the bed and wasted no time laying my body over hers. Alena gave a very pleased sigh and began gathering my shirt in her hands as she pushed it upward. “Off,” she directed, and I chuckled at her eagerness.

“You too.” I was only half teasing, but she did not hesitate. She removed her hands from my shirt and fisted her own. In one swift movement, her shirt was over her head and tossed to her left. I watched in amazement as she pinched the center of her bra, unhooking the clasp. Her breasts spilled out, and I fucking moaned at the sight of them.

She wasn’t even fully undressed, and I was already speechless. I ripped my own shirt over my head, lowered my mouth to her chest, and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Alena weaved her hands through the hair at the back of my neck as she arched her body up, pushing her breasts farther out.

My cock was pressing against the zipper of my jeans, and the restriction was growing slightly uncomfortable. When she lifted her hips and began rocking against me, I felt like a teenage boy. I was hanging on the edge of losing it long before I wanted to.