“I don’t know how we get past what happened with Dylan, because I can’t just forget what he did to you. I…wewill sit down and talk to him about what he did. It won’t be pleasant or easy for any of us, but we can’t move on without addressing it, and I wouldn’t be a good father if I didn’t try to help him.”
Leni squeezes my hand gently. “I don’t want to come between you and Dylan.”
“You won’t,” I assure her. “I won’t let that happen, but does that mean you still want to do this? Be with me, I mean? I don’t want you reminded of him every time you look at me.”
The words of her poem are etched into my memory, and I don’t want to cause her any more trauma than what she’s already been through.
“I don’t see him when I look at you,” she says, and I hear the truth in her voice. “You’re the man who healed all my insecurities and made me feel safe. I went into this with my eyes wide, even after finding out who you were, and my only regret is not telling you sooner. I should have trusted you.”
Bringing our entwined hands to my lips, I press a kiss to her knuckles. “Trust is earned, Leni. I understand why you didn’t tell me until now, but I’m glad you did. I love you, and I’ll do everything I can to protect you in all of this.”
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“You don’t need to thank me, little devil.”
The tension seeps from her shoulders at the use of her nickname, and I vow to make sure she never feels unsure of where she stands with me again.
My phone vibrates with another notification that I ignore.
“Someone really wants to get a hold of you,” Leni notes.
I shrug. “They can wait. My only priority is getting my girlfriend home and finishing this weekend off by worshipping every inch of her sexy body.”
“Girlfriend?” she squeaks.
My lips tug up into a grin. “That’s what you took from that?”
“Ethan,” she says, swatting me. “Are you serious?”
“Deadly. We might not be able to shout it from the rooftops just yet, but you’re not my dirty little secret, Leni.”
She shifts in her seat, and I glance over to see a cheeky smirk playing on her lips as her free hand plays with the hem of her hoodie. “Tell me, boyfriend, how exactly do you plan on worshipping me?”
My grip around her fingers tightens as I force my eyes back to the highway with a groan. “What are you doing, little devil?”
Her hand slips up her top. I know she’s paying with herpiercings when her soft moans fill the car, and I fist the steering wheel tightly, my heart rate accelerating.
“Please,” she whimpers, the sound going straight to my cock. “Tell me what filthy things you’d do to me, sir.”
Leni’s cheeksare flushed from her orgasm when I pull into my driveway fifteen minutes later with no idea how I didn’t crash as she fingered herself to my dirty words. I don’t even bother pulling into the garage, ripping my door open the second the ignition is off.
I round the car, my cock aching to be inside her, and she laughs when I throw open her door and drag her towards my front door without locking the car. I fumble with my house keys, and the moment I have her inside, I push her up against the door, my tongue duelling with hers as I grind against her, showing her just what her performance did to me.
“So, this is why you weren’t answering your phone.” My ex-wife’s cold voice says from behind me.
I wrench away from Leni with a startled curse and turn to see an unimpressed Vanessa standing in the entrance to the living room, her arms crossed over her chest.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, unable to hide the frustration in my voice. Leni presses into my back, and I reach a hand back to give a reassuring squeeze to her waist. “I didn’t see your car.”
“We parked in the garage.” She makes a derisive sound. “But we wouldn’t have had to drive three hours if you’d answered your damn phone, Ethan.”
My stomach drops as I grip Leni’s hand and follow Vanessa into the living room, half hoping I’ll find Henrique but knowing I’m about to come face-to-face with my son.
Sure enough, Dylan’s sitting on the couch sporting a serious shiner. A scowl etches onto his face when his eyes land on Leni.
She shrinks into me, and I wrap a protective arm around her.
“Are you going to tell me what all this is about?” I ask Vanessa, unable to look at my son. I hadn’t expected to confront him yet, and I’m not sure how to deal with the situation.
