Page 60 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

“Please, Ki, I need you to pound my pussy until I cream all over you. It's been so long,” she whimpers, and I throw my head back and laugh at how odd she's acting. Gripping her ass cheeks in my palm, I squeeze and lean over her.

“Okay, who put you up to this, baby girl? Was it Nate?” I whisper into her ear, then nibble on her neck and she moans, shaking her ass, grinding my cock harder against her. I smack her ass, then pull away and she groans out her frustration.

I leave her sprawled out and looking like the tastiest treat, but we can’t do this.

She gives me a pout, then stands and walks over to the door.

Reaching for her purse–I didn’t even notice she’d dropped it–she pulls out a small, purple, lace thong and kicks off her shoes before slipping the material up and over her ass.

“I told him this wouldn't work. You haven't fucked me in your office since before the kidnapping, and I understand we need to be super careful now, but don't you ever miss the spontaneity?”

She crosses her arms with a pout and I step closer. “No, because every time with you is amazing, Pay. What is this really about?”

She moves over to me and straddles my lap, but this isn’t a sex thing, this is a comfort thing. I pull her into a tight hug.

“I’m getting married in a few weeks, Ki, and everything is going to change. I know you’ve all said that it won’t, but… I love you, Nate, and Rooke. Cal will be my husband, but what about the rest of you?”

I grab her hair and pull her head back so I can kiss her. I know I’ve been having doubts myself, but her coming here and telling me about her own insecurities has helped me make up my mind.

Pulling away from her, I look her straight in the eyes. I was wrong. “I’m not going anywhere, Patience.”

Chapter Eighteen

I’m leaving football practice with a huge grin on my face. Things have been good this past week. I’m no longer having to hide how I feel about Cal at school and Patience is starting to sleep better at night.

I know she’s been struggling—so am I—but I’m glad things are looking up for us. Now, we just need to deal with all this Sharon Gatem drama and the wedding.

Fuck, I still don’t want them to marry. Does that make me an awful person? I love them both, but the fact that I’m not going to be standing up there at the altar too breaks me.

I know I need to get over it, and that Patience mentioned us all having a bonding ceremony, but I’m still struggling.

As I move closer to the parking lot, a police cruiser catches my eye. Fuck! What is he doing here?

“Rooke, we need to talk, son,” my dad yells from the car window and I stop walking. I don’t move any closer to him and I make sure to stay out in the open. Other students are running around and some are even laying under a big tree on the lawn studying.

The weather is nice and I thank whatever god is looking over me that I’m not alone.

“Get in,” he barks, but I shake my head.

“I have plans and I’m running late,” I reply and watch as my father’s face starts to redden. He’s trying to keep his perfect police chief persona, but I know he can’t stand me.

He drives off and I take in a deep breath of relief, but I guess I counted my eggs too soon because he parks and storms over to me.

“Always fucking petulant,” he growls quietly and I try not to show him fear. I’m bigger and stronger now, but he always makes me feel like that little boy on the other end of his boot.

“What’s up, Dad?” I try to keep a pleasant smile on my face. I just want to get whatever this conversation is over and done with.

“I was surprised to hear that you were back at school. Last I heard, you were taken to a place you deserved to be.” He gives me a cruel smile and my heart stops.

“You knew,” I breathe out, and he throws his head back with a booming laugh leaving his lips.

“You think I would let you prance around all willy-fucking-nilly? Waving your rainbow flag?” he grunts and I wince.

“No, I knew when Nixen Reynolds showed up that not only was he aware about you fucking his son, but I was about to get one hell of a payday.”

My head swims and I feel sick.

“I’m your son,” I rasp. “Do you have any idea what I went through to be able to survive that place?”

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