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But when the door opened, there she was herself. Ally West, a goddess incarnate, so beautiful, so curvy, I almost fell on my knees in the foyer.
“Hi Mr. Martin,” she murmured, expression somber. “Can I come in?”
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?”
