Page 20 of Secret Daddies

I knew this was just her way of distracting me, but in that moment, it was hard to care much. Ever since I saw her in the makeup trailer at the start of the shoot, there was a part of me that wanted her, a part of me that wanted to pick up right where the two of us had left off. I could still remember, all too clearly, just how well we worked together, just how well our bodies matched with one another, and I needed to remind myself ofit before I said something I couldn’t take back—before our past swelled up to swallow us both, once and for all.

She pulled me back toward the couch that ran along the edge of the trailer, and I toppled on top of her, our bodies coming together with a familiar desire that took me back to my younger days in a matter of moments. Her hands gripped tight to my shoulders, her nails digging into me, like she wanted to mark me, like she could undo all the pain and hurt between us if she just tried hard enough.

I could already feel myself getting hard, pressing against her through my jeans, all the tension and stress boiling over into something else entirely. Our tongues came together with a ravenous hunger that drew out something animalistic inside of me, my hands on her hips, pulling her toward me as our legs tangled together.

I hitched her back on the couch so she was lying flat beneath me, letting my whole weight down on top of her as I pushed her knees back so I could grind against her properly. I felt like I was twenty again, making out like we were starving for each other, all the hormones and potential as hot and heavy as they’d been back then. My teeth caught on her bottom lip and she let out a moan, and the sound of it sent a muscle memory coursing through my system—every inch of me wanting her, needing her, craving to make her mine in all the ways I possibly could.

Her hands were already scrabbling for my zipper, and though I knew this was risky, I had no intention of telling her to stop. Her hand slipped beneath my jeans and pressed against my cock through my boxers, feeling my hardness, her fingertips familiar against me. In a rush, I remembered how good she had felt wrapped around me, and I knew I wouldn’t be sated until I felt it once more.

Grabbing her pants, I pulled them down along with her panties, letting them pool around her ankles as she tugged down my zipper and pushed off my jeans. Neither of us needed to say a word, the memory of all of this flooding back to us before we could stop it, as vivid and as sharp as the words we had thrown at each other before she kissed me.

Soon, the two of us were naked in all the ways we needed to be, and she arched her hips from the couch to move herself against me—I could feel the slickness of her folds nudging at the tip of my cock, so tempting it made my head spin. Outside, everyone was carrying on just as they always were, set as chaotic and busy as it had been all day, but in here it felt like an oasis of something else entirely—a different kind of chaos, the kind I knew I couldn’t get enough of.

I took my cock in my hand and positioned it at her entrance, holding myself there for a moment as I aligned myself above her. She stared up at me, her cheeks flushed, breathing hard as she waited for me to move inside of her. And as tempting as it might be to make her wait, just to see the look on her face, I couldn’t deny myself this for a moment longer. Closing my eyes, I wrapped my arms around her and pushed myself inside her up to the hilt in one long thrust.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped against my ear, her voice a little throaty with desire. I turned my head to kiss her, the best way to keep her quiet that I could think of in that moment.

One hand in my hair and the other on the small of my back, she guided me into her, lifting her hips and hooking her ankles around my back to take me all the way inside of her.

She felt so fucking good, it took everything I had not to blow my load right then and there. Being with her again after so longhad lit up something inside of me I couldn’t control, a ravenous desire that made everything else just vanish from my mind. I wanted her. I needed her. I would do anything she asked me in that moment, if it meant I could keep fucking her, anything at all…

Which was exactly what she wanted.

Keep my mind busy, keep my body occupied, so she could stop me asking the question that I had every right to ask. As much as I should be able to see through it, right now I didn’t care. I let her take control. As long as I got to feel this good in the process, I didn’t give a damn.

She was moving back against me now, lifting her hips to grind into me with every thrust. The pressure of her pussy wrapped around me was so intense I had to slow myself down for a moment to keep from finishing right then and there.

But her hands moved to my butt, pushing me into her once more, letting me know she didn’t want me to hold back for another moment. And I couldn’t, I didn’t want to. I could already feel myself getting close to my release, driving myself into her up to the hilt over and over again, the sound of her breath mingling with mine until it felt like there was no distance between us at all—like all the time that had passed since we’d last done this had just vanished, and now we could just give ourselves over to one another as we used to.

I could tell she was getting close—I recognized the little gasps she let out as I continued to move inside her, the way her body began to tense against me, the way her legs tightened their grip on me to pull me in even deeper. I couldn’t think straight, didn’t want to—I knew all the ways this was a bad idea, all the ways I should know better than to fall for this. But as our mouthscrashed together once more and I felt the pleasure explode within me, I didn’t care at all.

She gasped against my mouth as she felt me finish inside of her, the fullness of my cock buried into her as I came. Her thighs shuddered against me, and I felt her pussy clench around me, squeezing tight as the pulsations of orgasm coursed through her. On instinct, another muscle memory, I planted my hand over her heart, feeling the thud of it beneath her chest as it carried pleasure to every inch of her body.

“Oh God,” she moaned, a shudder running from her shoulders down to her toes as she curled herself against me. I held her there, one arm looped around her, the other on her chest, still holding myself inside of her. I wasn’t ready to pull back, because I knew that when I did, I would have to contend with the fact that there was still a whole lot that she hadn’t answered yet.

And that what we had just done was going to make things a million times more complicated than they needed to be.

11

MAYA

“Hey, honey, be careful!”I called to Matty as he scrambled up the frame next to the slide in the playground we’d brought him to for the afternoon.

“He’ll be fine.” Lana laughed at me, playfully digging her elbow into my side as she took a sip of her takeout coffee. “He’s sturdier than you think, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I’m his mom,” I reminded her. “I have to worry about him. That’s my job.”

“I know, I know,” she replied, tugging her coat a little tighter around her shoulders. “Even though you should actually be worried about me catching a chill out here in the cold. God, it’s freezing today…!”

I listened to her complaining fondly, glad for the break from everything that was going on inside my own head right now. Truth be told, I didn’t know what to make of the mess that had gone down around me—the mess that I seemed to have invited into my life when I’d dared to entertain any of the guys whohappened to be starring in the movie that was meant to be my return to this industry.

Lana had invited me out this afternoon, and I was glad for the distraction—after what had happened with Devon yesterday, I needed an excuse to stop thinking about the mess I’d made of my personal life, and this was the perfect one. Of course, it didn’t take long for Lana to clock on to the fact that there was something off about me, and she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye as the rest of the kids and parents rushed around the park a few blocks over from my apartment.

“Something on your mind?”

I chewed my lip for a moment before I responded. I didn’t even know where to start. But I knew for damn sure that I needed an outsider’s perspective on all of this, and Lana was the closest I would get.

“Actually, yeah,” I confessed. “But you have to promise that you’re not going to tell anyone, alright?”

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