Page 35 of Riggs
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Riggs hops out of the truck and makes his way to the driver side door, opening it. I watch as he reaches inside and a second later the truck starts to vibrate beneath me. Striding back in front of me, he climbs back in the truck, takes my hand, and pulls me to my feet. "Dance with me."
I shake my head in protest. "I don't know how to dance. How will I know if I'm moving in time with the music?"
"You'll move with me. I'll lead you. Can you feel the vibration of the music?"
"Yes."
"That's all you need, baby. Now come lay your head on my chest, and I'll sing to you."
Stepping into his arms, I ask. "What is the song called?"
"Tennessee Whiskey."
Laying my head on Riggs' chest, I close my eyes and get lost in the smooth rumble of his voice as he sings to me. I may not hear, but I can feel. In this perfect moment, with the man I am starting to fall in love with, who has his arms around me, I couldn't ask for more.
When the beat of the music fades away, it's me who reaches up and takes Riggs' mouth with mine. In all my life I've never had anyone give me something so beautiful. It doesn't take long for the kiss to turn heated and my core to clench. I want this man more than my next breath; the need to have him inside me is strong. Riggs must sense it because he wastes no time taking over our kiss. Opening my mouth to him, I welcome the sweet invasion of his tongue. Fisting my hands in his hair, I pull his body flush against mine in an attempt to alleviate the ache my body has for him. I curse the clothes separating us. Clutching the hem of my shirt, I pull it off over my head and toss it to our feet while Riggs does the same. My bra follows the growing pile as do my shorts. With my mouth watering at the thought of tasting him, I drop to my knees. Unbuckling his belt, I pop the button to his jeans and swiftly tug them down until his cock springs free. Taking it in my hand, I swipe my tongue across the head, tasting his pre-cum before I take as much of his length in my mouth as possible. When Riggs fists his hand in my hair, it fuels my need to pleasure him. I continue to suck and lick as I get lost in his taste until I am abruptly pulled off, followed by Riggs dropping to his knees in front of me. I read his lips. "I'm going to come in your pussy this time."
Hooking his arm around my waist, he sits and leans his back against the side of the truck. I follow by straddling his hips. I gasp the moment my heated center comes in contact with his cock. On instinct, I thrust my hips and throw my head back with a moan as I grind myself down on him. Riggs leans forward and latches onto one of my nipples. He begins to lick and nip his way up to my mouth. Once his lips find mine, he devours them as I continue to glide my wet pussy along his cock. A jolt of electricity shoots through my core each time the head meets my clit — the feeling is exquisite torture. Having had enough of the teasing, Riggs grabs hold of my hips. I look at his face as he tells me, "put me inside, Luna."
I reach between our bodies and take his heavy cock in my hand. Without breaking eye contact, I guide him inside me. Riggs' nostrils flare the second the tip kisses my entrance. Placing my hands on his shoulder, I slowly sink down, taking his girth one inch at a time. The fit is so tight I stop midway to take a deep breath. With a roll of my hips, I take him the rest of the way. Once I'm fully seated, I release the breath I was holding and relish the feeling of being so full.
With my hands still clenched to Riggs' shoulders and his still gripping my hips, I start to move, keeping my rhythm slow because I want the moment to last.Oh, that feels so good. Desperate to feel his body on mine, I press my breasts against his sweaty chest and thread my fingers through his damp hair as he buries his face in my neck. Riggs bites down on the space just below my ear, and I suck in a sharp breath at the slight pinch of pain. I swear it makes me wetter, and my center clenches around his cock. At this point, I have no control over the noises that escape my mouth. Riggs being inside me feels too good. Just as my orgasm starts to build, I'm flipped on my back with Riggs hovering above me, making a noise of protest when he slips out from inside me. I look down between us at his heavy cock glistening with my arousal as he sits back on his heels, grabs me under my knees, and pulls my bottom to rest on top of his thighs. Grabbing hold of my hips with both hands, Riggs surges forward. He begins thrusting with so much force, I have no choice but to reach over my head and brace my palms against the side of the truck. This man has completely and utterly hypnotized me. His heated stare has me in a trance. Riggs becomes more commanding as he continues to thrust above me while the hot, humid air causes sweat to drip from his body onto mine. When my orgasm starts to build once again, he releases his hold on my hips, leans his body over mine, and wraps his large hands over the rail of the truck bed. The veins in his arm pulse as he drills into me with abandon. Suddenly, out of nowhere, white flashes of light burst behind my eyelids as my orgasm crashes through me. When my center clamps around Riggs' cock, he throws his head back. I watch the chords in his neck pulse as he chases his own release.
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The following morningRiggs and I are sitting on the terrace while he drinks coffee and I paint. I've been lost in my head for hours, and Riggs has been content just watching me. The once blank canvas in front of me now carries the memory of one of the best moments of my life. Dipping the brush in black paint, I place my signature at the bottom right corner of the painting along with the wordsLovers Bayou.
Setting the brush down, I pick up my mug and take a sip of coffee while looking out over Bourbon Street. After we made love last night, Riggs told me about Neil. I'll admit afterward I completely shut down. I listened to what details he knew, but I haven't talked to him since we left the lake. The same goes for this morning. We've been sitting outside on the terrace for two hours, and neither of us has communicated one word. I know Riggs senses I'm trying to wrap my head around the newfound information, and I appreciate him not pushing.The last thing he told me last night before dropping the subject was that Neil said he was staying in New Orleans for as long as it took for me to come to terms with the situation. Riggs said he is anxious to talk with me but will wait until I am comfortable doing so. My feelings are a mixture of sadness, anger, and disbelief. I'm angry because I was robbed of the childhood I desperately wanted, but a part of me doesn't believe any of this is true; that I have a dad. One who wanted me all along. Oh, how I wish I could talk to my only friend back in Arizona. Jade is the one person beside Riggs I have ever confided my story too. I make a mental note to ask Riggs if I can get in touch with her. I miss my friend.
Sighing, I set my cup down on the table beside me. I need to get out of my head and face the fact that my current situation is not going away. I also need to stop thinking I'm the only one reeling from the revelation. There is a man out there who up until yesterday had no idea I existed. I can't imagine what he's going through. Looking over at Riggs, I find his eyes still on me; watching and waiting. Letting out a deep sigh, I tell him, "I'm ready to talk to him."
An hour later, we walk through the door of the clubhouse to find Neil sitting on the sofa. When the other men in the room catch sight of us, they clear out, leaving just the three of us. Neil stands from the sofa but doesn't make a move. Some of my tough exterior breaks when I see the look of pure anguish on his face. Taking a deep breath, I make my way to where he's standing, stopping two feet in front of him. Neil Bryant is well over 6 ft tall with brown hair and a touch of graying at the temples with a military-style haircut. I take in his face, which looks as if it's been a few days since he's shaved. I study his features trying to find some similarities but find none; that is until my eyes lock on his and I gasp bringing my hand to my mouth because I'm looking into a pair of violet eyes; ones that mirror my own.
With my hands shaking, I turn to Riggs. "Will you stay with me?"
Riggs answers while speaking out loud for Neil to hear my question and his response. "I'm not going anywhere, baby."
I turn back to Neil. "Do you know ASL?"
With his face full of regret, he shakes his head no. I glance back at Riggs who nods letting me know he'll translate. Neil and I take a seat on the sofa while Riggs settles in the chair across from us. I look awkwardly at Neil, not knowing where to start. Thankfully he's the first to speak. "Do you have any questions for me?"
I nod. "Will you be willing to take a paternity test to confirm you are my father?"
"Of course. Though I am certain you are my daughter, I have no problem submitting to the test if that's what you need."
"Riggs told me you grew up in the same town as my mother. That you went to the same high school?"
"We did. Although, I didn't get to know Amelia until I was home on leave when I was twenty-four, and she was twenty. Your mom and I spent a couple of months together. I fell in love with her at that time."
"So, you had no idea she was pregnant with me?"
"None. I begged Amelia to stay in contact with me. I even called and emailed any chance I got. I didn't get a response. I want you to know I loved your mom more than anything. I wanted to marry her. I regret not telling her that before I left. To this day, I have no clue why she chose not to speak to me again."
"When you went to her father, he didn't tell you she was pregnant or had a baby?"
"No. He informed me your mother was dead and slammed the door in my face."
"Did you try to find out what happened to her?"
