Lance, page 15
“It’s not negotiating if you get exactly what you want.”
Lance used his thumbs to open her. He gazed down at her pussy. “Fucking perfect.”
She sucked in a breath as the heat of his mouth clamped down on her, sucking her clit. Kari shoved her fingers through the thick weight of his blonde hair and held his face against her.
He groaned against her, the vibration of his deep voice adding another level of stimulation. “Jesus God.” Kari grabbed the hem of her shirt and ripped it over her head then flopped back against the couch. She tucked her knees up, bringing what he was doing to her closer. She watched as his mouth devoured her, his eyes closed as he licked and sucked her flesh.
Her head dropped back as he sucked hard, torturing the tiny bit of flesh in the most perfect of ways. Kari palmed her breasts before twisting her nipples between her fingers. The extra bit of sensation made her gasp.
Lance’s mouth lifted off her body as his eyes locked on her breasts, watching her tease herself. “Fuck Pet. You’re killing me.”
Kari looked down, her eyes on his as she slid one hand down her belly. She used her pointer and middle finger to push apart her labia. “No one told you to stop.”
He dove back in, rough and eager as his hands gripped her thighs and pushed them up and back until they were at her sides, her pussy spread wide before him.
Then he pushed higher, opening all of her to his mouth. He pushed his tongue inside her, fucking her with the tip before sliding back farther and circling the pucker of her anus. The hot, wet sensation of his tongue on such a sensitive area made her legs shake as she reached between her legs to rub her clit. She would come before he had a chance to fuck her if he kept it up. Kari grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth off of her. “Get in me now.”
“You’re not the boss of me Pet.” He pulled his shirt over his head and unbuttoned his pants, pulling a condom out before shoving them down his thighs. “But I’ll let it slide this time.”
He stared at her as he slid the rubber down his dick. “How do you want it Kari?” He leaned over her to pull one nipple into his mouth, raking his teeth across the tight tip before tipping his head to look at her. “Hard and fast or slow and soft?”
“I want it however you’ll give it to me.” Kari’s stomach flipped, wondering what he would do. How he would have her.
“Good.” Lance grabbed her and flipped her over, shoving her knees to the floor and bending her over the couch in front of him. He pushed inside her hard and fast, his dick filling her in one quick, solid stroke.
She dropped her head to the cushion and moaned into the fabric as he pulled back out then shoved back in.
Lance leaned against her, his front to her back. “You are mine Pet. Do you hear me? Mine.” His hands cupped her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples as he fucked her with an abandon she’d never seen in him. “You. Are. Mine.” He punctuated each word with a thrust of his body against hers.
One hand left her breast and slid between her legs, finding her swollen clit and pinching it while the other continued to pull at her nipple.
“Say it Kari.” His voice was a hiss. His mouth locked onto her shoulder, sucking hard on her skin.
Kari’s thighs started to twitch as she fought the need to come. It felt too good. All of it. His dick. His hands. His mouth.
His mouth broke free of her shoulder as his movements became less smooth, his hips more erratic as they slammed into her. “Say it Pet. Tell me who you belong to.”
It shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was to hear the words he was saying. She was strong. She was independent. She belonged to no one.
Except maybe him.
She couldn’t fight anymore. Not him. Not herself. Not the orgasm she was teetering on the edge of.
He pulled her upper body off the couch and wrapped one arm across her front as he continued to fuck her, using the other hand to work her clit. “Say it.”
Kari threw her head back against his shoulder as she came, panting and gasping, struggling to get enough air into her lungs. But apparently she had enough to get one word out.
“You.”
Lance growled against her neck as he pushed deep inside her body, his dick swelling as he came.
Kari slumped against him, her eyes closed.
Holy fuck.
Lance’s arms wrapped around her as his lips moved across her skin, gentle and soft over her shoulders and neck. “Are you okay Pet?”
“I think I’m dead.”
“Not funny.” His body slid from hers and he turned her over, settling her bottom back on the couch. “Did I hurt you?”
Kari opened one eye and peered at him. His gaze was full of concern as he watched her. She huffed out a sigh. “You know that’s what vaginas are made for right?”
He scowled. The man freaking scowled at her for suggesting her lady bits were perfectly fine. That they were more than capable of handling his big giant penis.
Kari rolled her eye. “I’m fine. My vagina’s fine. Everything is fine.”
“I don’t mean your vagina.” He paused. “Specifically.” Lance picked her shirt up off the floor and turned it right-side out. “I meant generally. As a whole.” He slipped the neck of the shirt over her head. “Arms through.”
“I know how to get dressed.” Kari sat up straight and opened both of her eyes, shoving her arms through the holes of her shirt.
Lance took advantage of her upright position and pulled her against him. “But you said you’d let me take care of you. Remember?” He leaned down to nip at her neck, a low growl rumbling between them. “Right before you admitted you were mine.”
She did do that didn’t she?
Well shit. Leave it to a man to hold something said in the heat of passion against her.
Kari shoved him. “Don’t you have something you should be doing besides bothering me?”
He smirked at her. “So making you scream my name is bothering you now?”
“I did not do that.”
Lance was nodding before she finished her denial. “You did. Loud enough I bet we could call your brother and he’d tell you.”
She pushed him again. “Quit gloating. Don’t you have work to do or something?”
He grinned as he stood, pulling her up with him. “I do actually.” Lance tugged up his pants as he headed to the bathroom. “Then we’re going shopping.” He disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, cutting off any questions she may have.
Or arguments.
Kari yanked on her panties and shorts and walked to stand outside the bathroom door, arms crossed.
Lance pulled open the door and smiled at her. “How did I see this coming?”
“What are you shopping for?”
He buttoned his pants. “As you have so kindly pointed out, Vanessa needs some new outfits.”
“Oh.” Kari dropped her hands to her sides. “Where are you going to shop?”
Lance flipped off the bathroom light and stepped into the hall, grabbing her by the waist and wrapping his arms around her. “That’s why you’re coming.”
She had a heyday shopping for Annabelle. That little girl probably never had to wear the same outfit twice. “There are some nice places in Sulphur Springs but it’s forty-five minutes away.” Kari leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. She breathed in the clean, oceany smell of his skin. And then out of nowhere it hit her.
Lance knew the secret.
The thing that would come between her and any man she met, like a wedge between them, preventing her from knowing real closeness.
It wouldn’t be there with him.
Kari swallowed. Was it a wedge?
Or a security blanket.
“Dadadadada.”
The little voice coming from her room didn’t give her time to think about it. Kari turned as Vanessa rolled to her belly and pushed up to her knees, her tiny mouth pulled into a pout.
“Hey little cub.” Lance kept one arm around Kari as he stepped into her room, taking her with him. “Did you have a good nap?”
Vanessa lifted her hands toward her daddy. He scooped her up and cradled her against his chest. “Are you hungry?”
Kari followed him to the kitchen where he dug through the large leather bag sitting on the floor beside her table, coming up with a large bag of Cheerios. He sat Vanessa in the seat that was more hers than Annabelle’s at this point and buckled her in before scooping out a handful and setting them on the table in front of her.
“Where is her mom?” It was an invasive question but if Lance was okay with being invasive, and his luggage on her floor said he was, then so was she.
Lance pushed the hair off his daughter’s forehead as she pinched a piece of cereal between her chubby fingers and shoved it into her mouth. “I have no idea where the woman who had her is.” His voice was flat, emotionless.
Not that Kari expected anything different. She knew Lance was the primary parent. What she didn’t realize was he was the only parent.
“How is that possible?” Shouldn’t the mother at least see her occasionally? Didn’t she have to pay child support or something? Lance didn’t need it but wasn’t there some sort of minimum a parent had to do?
“This woman didn’t want to be a mother if I didn’t come with the deal.”
“Uh—” Kari tried to think of something else to say but she was speechless. So Vanessa was supposed to be some sort of anchor baby? A way to wrangle a rich, eligible bachelor into a relationship or possible marriage?
She looked at the sweet little blonde sitting at her table and her heart hurt. It literally fucking hurt. Vanessa’s own mother abandoned her. Walked away because she couldn’t have what she wanted. The one person in the world who should have your back no matter what, just left her.
“She gave up her rights and went on her merry way.” Lance laid a few more Cheerios on the table.
“That’s awful.” Kari felt sick imagining how it would feel to grow up without a mother, even with a father like Lance.
“No it’s not.” Lance set the bag on the table before pulling out a chair and tugging Kari onto his lap. “It could have been so much worse. She could have kept her. Held her over my head. Taken as much money as I would give her and been a shitty mother.” Lance rested one hand on Kari’s thigh, the heat of his palm sinking into her skin. His eyes were serious as they caught hers. “Now I get to make sure she has a mother who wants her.”
Kari’s eyes moved to Vanessa. A dribble of oat colored drool ran from the corner of her mouth and covered the front of her shirt. She gave Kari a gummy smile, showing off her hard earned front teeth. Kari smiled back and wiped off her chin with a napkin from the center of the table.
If she and Lance worked out...
Kari stood up. “I need to get dressed.” She was into the living room before Lance’s voice stopped her.
“Pet?”
She turned slowly.
“Everything will be fine. I promise.”
Kari turned and rushed into the room she used as a closet.
For now.
She flopped down on the white upholstered bench in the center of the room and dropped her head to her hands.
That escalated quickly.
One minute she hated Lance’s guts and the next?
She was thinking about being his daughter’s mother.
Could she even be a freaking mother?
That was questionable. She worked late hours, slept in, and her house was basically covered in white upholstery.
Motherhood hadn’t even been on her radar.
No. That wasn’t completely true.
Kari took a deep breath. She stood up and grabbed a pair of cropped cotton pants in a pretty blue and a sheer, print shirt. As she passed a rack of smaller clothes she stopped to look at the collection of little girl dresses she’d been sent when Annabelle was born. They were all too big for her niece right now.
But not Vanessa.
Lance’s daughter was in another pair of too-small pants and a t-shirt with Cheerio goo on it. She couldn’t go shopping like that.
Kari slowly skimmed through the dresses she would be featuring on her blog once Annabelle was big enough. A pale, blue-grey dress trimmed in antique white lace caught her eye. She checked the tag.
12 Months.
It would fit her.
The dainty bow in front and the sweet matching panties would look perfect with her blonde curls and blue eyes.
Kari snagged it off the rack. She walked back to the kitchen where Lance was trying to wipe the schmear off his daughter’s shirt with a baby wipe.
Kari shook her head. “No.” She reached her hands toward Vanessa. The little girl immediately grabbed for her. “Come here sister. We’ll get you all fixed up.” Kari propped her diaper clad butt on one hip and walked back to her closet room. “Daddy’s don’t know fashion so much.”
She plopped Vanessa on the carpeted floor in the center of the room right next to the bench. The little girl immediately used the bench to pull up to standing before toddling across the room. Kari sat down. “Come here.” She held up the dress. “Would you like to wear this?”
Vanessa did a slow clap as she teetered her way, dropping to her butt on the floor in front of Kari. Kari shucked Vanessa’s crummy clothes and tied her into the dress, pulling the matching pair of bloomers on over her diaper. Then she quickly changed into her own clothes as Vanessa took off down the hallway. Kari stepped out behind her as she slipped on a pair of sandals. “Did you bring shoes for her?”
Lance was staring at Vanessa. “Where did you get that?”
“When I put on my blog that I was an Auntie a bunch of my regular contributors sent gifts.” She reached down to straighten the back of the skirt over Vanessa’s diapered butt. “She might need a fresh diaper.”
Lance dropped to a crouch and caught his daughter as she reached him. He pulled her up as he stood, swinging her into one arm, making her giggle and squeal. He looked at Kari.
He didn’t say anything.
“Uh. I’m going to do my hair really quick while you take care of her diaper.” She turned and rushed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and leaning against it.
If that man left now she would fucking kill him. Especially after the way he just looked at her.
Like she was the answer to his prayers.
Kari splashed a few handfuls of water from the sink onto her heated face. She was not panicking. She was not panicking.
She. Was. Not. Panicking.
It would be fine. Everything would be fine.
That’s what he said.
Fine for him maybe. He had options galore.
He was her only chance to have what she’d always wanted. Love without limits.
Then why the fuck was she panicking?
Because what if it went wrong? What if she got this close and then it slipped right through her fingers?
Kari grabbed her curling iron from the top drawer and shoved the plug in the outlet, flipping it on. While she waited she mascaraed her lashes and bronzed her cheeks.
It would be fine.
She just had to be careful. Cautious. Try to hold back as much as she could with him until she was sure.
But Lance wasn’t the only problem in this equation.
“Fuck.” She whispered the word under her breath but her hand still came up to cover her mouth. She looked at the closed door as if small ears were pressed against the other side just waiting to be taught all the four letter words Kari knew.
And she knew a fucking lot of them. Used them on a fucking regular basis too.
Shit.
After sprucing up her natural waves and sliding on some gloss she opened the bathroom door. Across the hall her bed was made and Vanessa and Lance were lying on top of the blankets playing with a brightly colored toy that made animal sounds.
Lance was stretched out on his side, laughing as Vanessa pushed the buttons and tried to mimic the sounds. His low voice paired with Vanessa’s high pitched cackle shot straight to her heart.
She was fucked.
She was ruined.
Those two in there? They just ruined her for anyone else who ever tried to want her.
Vanessa saw her first, her big blue eyes bright as she pointed at Kari. Lance looked up, his eyes dark as they landed on her. “Who is that Cub?”
“Ri.” She grinned, bouncing in place. “Ri.”
Well fuck. It was getting worse by the minute.
Or maybe better.
No. Worse.
That man better hope to God he was all he promised to be. Because if this isn’t what he made her believe it was?
She might. Just. Kill. Him.
14
“You want it to be a closet.” Bob looked at Lance over his safety glasses. “The entire room will be a closet.” His foreman’s bushy mustache barely masked his unhappiness with the change to their plans.
Lance was finally making some headway on the old house and had a few things he wanted to go over with Bob this morning before they got too far along. “I want the whole room set up as one giant closet.” He pulled out a few papers depicting the closet system he ordered to fit the dimensions of the room exactly. “Here is what’s going in there. For now just finish the drywall and get it painted and the floors in. These should take a couple weeks to get here so they’ll go in just before trim.”
Bob held the pages up and peered at them. “That’s gonna kill your resale.”
“Don’t care.” Lance took back the papers. “Don’t plan on reselling.” He walked across the hall to the front bedroom. The old floor was ripped out. Even though Christine came back and was sure the place was clear Lance wasn’t taking any chances. Not with the people he planned to move in here.
The new subfloor was in place and the drywall was hung, finished, and primed, just like the three other bedrooms. “Looks good.”
Bob was a hell of a foreman. He found Lance a hard working crew, twice, and kept them moving, making what could have been a long drawn out project a shockingly smooth process. It had to be. He had plans. The faster he could put them into action, the better.
