On Kara’s side, she had a few cousins and an aunt, the one she’d told me about visiting in Texas. And the entire town she’d grown up in showed up, including Dot from the diner and Mandy from high school and a bunch of other people whose faces I recognized as they insisted on pumping my hand and wishing us the best of luck.
The one puzzle piece not in place, at least according to Kara, was my father’s side of the family. A big puzzle piece. Three brothers-and-a-sister-sized puzzle piece. Plus a grandmother in there for good measure.
I’d thought about them a lot in the intervening months. I hadn’t gotten in touch with them, though. It was my father I really would have liked to have met. To think, he had been a real estate investor just like me. Crazy. Months ago when Kara had suggested that I had the instinct for it, and it might be that my father did the same thing, I’d been pissed off. But she’d been right.
There’d been a whole lot of things I’d been pissed off about that I now had to look at in a new light. It took a while. I’d been so used to thinking of my father as a low-down dog who abandoned his son. Now it turned out he hadn’t even known that I’d existed until after I’d been born. He’d sent my mother money every month, and tried to track me down and get in contact with me when I’d been a teenager. It was almost too much to wrap my head around. I’d been starving and stranded, barely a roof over my head and even when I had one, I couldn’t trust it would last. They never did. But my father had been a billionaire.
My mother, well, I’d always known she was a fuck up. No mystery there. But the lying? The selfishness? That was next-level. She’d lied about my name to keep my whereabouts a mystery. Moved frequently not just to keep out of trouble but to keep off the radar. She used the money she got from her baby daddy not for healthy food and a nice home, but for her drugs.
But there was no point in wallowing in bitterness, no reason to burn with anger. My mother had led a hard life, losing custody of her only child and serving prison time. Ultimately, she’d died a lonely addict’s death. She’d been punished enough for her crimes. And nothing came from bitterness but more bitterness.
But my father. And my sense of self. Those deserved some consideration. I wasn’t a cast off. He had wanted me. I’d learned in the intervening months that he’d wanted to send me off to some fancy boarding school. Imagine that? Foster homes and juvie vs. a $50,000/year school for the upper crust of society. I’d probably have gotten kicked out for fighting on the first day. But, still, he’d written me into his will. And he’d talked to me at that gala at the Met. We’d actually shook hands, had a few minutes talking together. I remembered the urgency in the way he spoke to me, the intensity of his blue eyes, how he’d wanted to learn more about my past. He’d looked sick, too sick to be out that night and I’d been right about that. He’d been wracked with cancer, only another month to live. But he’d gone out that night in the hopes of meeting me and seeing for himself, his long-lost son.
Over the past few months, their family attorney had mostly left me alone. He’d gotten in touch once or twice, letting me know that Grandmother Kavanaugh would like an RSVP. The holiday party was in mid-December, just after our honeymoon. There was nothing preventing us from going to it. Just my stubbornness.
Kara wanted to go, I knew that. She was a family person, she’d explained to me. She wanted a boatload of kids. For some reason that thrilled me. Maybe some foster ones, too. So, to her, it made sense to reach out to my family, meet them all and establish contact.
More and more, I could see the sense in her words. Each day with Kara, I could feel the anger that had engulfed me my whole life slowly ebb and fade. I could still scowl and stomp around with the best of them, but Kara would catch me at it and I’d forget what I’d even been upset about. I still worked out at the gym like the hounds of hell were nipping at my heels, but that was more out of habit than necessity. I slept better, too.
Maybe, I’d told her. Not before the wedding, but maybe. It was the best I could do. She knew me well enough to understand even that was a big step for me. So, she’d let it drop. But I knew she’d bring it up again at some point, and I figured I’d probably give in. I couldn’t say no to Kara, not for long. Especially since what she asked for always seemed to be for other people.
I’d realized saving her family’s ranch hadn’t even been about what she wanted, not really. She’d felt obligated to her father’s memory. Even though Harlan was the one who’d honestly driven the ranch into the ground, she felt bound and determined to rescue it. That’s what she did, she rescued. She sure as hell had rescued me.
Good thing she wasn’t all saint. I looked over at my wife, lying next to me in an impossibly tiny string bikini. I’d insisted she wear it today out to the beach and she’d agreed but only after she’d found a big cover-up and I’d reminded her we’d have a private cabana, complete with white cloth curtains we could draw to shut out the world whenever we wanted.
It was our honeymoon, after all. It couldn’t be all holding hands and gazing at the stars, though we’d done a fair amount of that as well. She really brought out the romantic in me. But I was still a dirty dawg.
“I have something for you.” My voice had a husky undertone and Kara turned to me, expectant. Excited.
“You do?” She smiled, the angel in a sinner’s body. Her curves looked unreal, barely contained in the ice blue string bikini. She could be a Bond girl, only I wouldn’t want that many eyes on her. She was mine, all mine.
“First, I need to rub some lotion on you. The sun is very strong here. It’s dangerous.”
“That’s not the only thing around here that’s strong and dangerous.” Her gaze traveled to my arms, powerful and corded thick with muscle. I loved seeing her heat up for me, desire blooming within her. The devil in me wanted to play.
“Lie on your back. For now,” I instructed. She lay down, settling her head back on one of the low pillows and looking up at me, ready to do what I asked.
I took some warm cocoa butter lotion and worked it between my fingers, then started at her feet, spending a long time before I even traveled up her legs. I loved watching her there, lying before me, her pale, creamy skin so exposed, her lips parted, her hips starting to wriggle every now and then as I lit the fire in her. We had nothing to do today, nothing at all. I’d make this last.
By the time she was lying on her stomach, her breathing had quickened and she was starting to get wet. I knew because I’d tease her every now and then, grazing my finger along her pussy. She’d gasp and start to arch toward my touch, and I’d take it away. I was a bastard when it came to these kinds of games, especially since I’d learned how much she ultimately loved them.
I’d lowered the curtains on three sides, but kept the fourth open, the one facing the ocean. It was enough to signal to the staff that we wanted privacy. But Kara still needed to keep quiet. I wanted her to have to suffer a little. That made it more fun.
I’d been suffering for hours now, watching her in that bikini, her ass and tits barely covered. She’d laugh, throw her head back and my eyes would darken, imagining her like that for an entirely different reason. She came so much harder after a long build-up, the tension radiating from her shattering into a mind-blowing release. I wanted that for her, for us.
I left her ass for last. I traced the outline of her bikini bottom, toyed with the string ties on the sides, massaged small circles on the outside of her cheeks displayed to me. She moved under my touch, pliant, moaning. I’d taught her how much she liked me playing with her ass. I kept her guessing about what I’d do when. She liked that, too. Today, I had a new toy.
“I have something for you,” I murmured, husky. She whimpered in response as I drew a finger down the crack of her ass, pressing against the fab
ric.
“What if someone sees?” she asked, nervous.
“You’re going to have to be very, very quiet,” I warned her, first undoing one side of her bikini bottom, then the other. Her ass was so round and ripe I wanted to take a bite. I used my palms to massage her, work her, then dipped my thumbs down and found the wet center of her pussy. Like a candy with the juicy part inside, I wanted to lick it all down.
“So wet for me.”
“Mmmm,” she hummed and purred as I stroked.
I pressed the cool metal of the butt plug against her warm skin. She hissed in reaction, but didn’t pull away. I’d trained her well. She’d take what I gave.
Slowly, using her own arousal as lubricant, I took the plug to her asshole and started to gently fuck her hole with it. I worked it gradually but insistently against her tight ring.
“Relax, baby,” I guided her. With my hand up at her bare throat, I could feel her pulse racing. I took a pillow and placed it under her hips, tilting her ass up at a better angle. “That’s it,” I coaxed her as she parted her thighs and offered her bottom up to me. I gripped her ass cheek and pulled it to the side, giving me more access.
“Declan, it feels so big!” she moaned.
“It is big. It’s going to fill your ass.” With that, I pushed harder and it slid further, past her opening. She gasped and her eyes widened as she got stretched. Her hand clutched at a pillow and I knew the sensation was strong.
“That’s it, baby. Take it up your ass.” I pushed the plug 100% of the way inside her asshole until the circular end lay flush with her cheeks. I stroked her for a moment, calming her quivering flanks, teasing her sensitive inner thighs. I loved seeing the tip of the plug sticking out of her ass, tangible evidence of her submission.
Then I tied her bikini bottom up again, covering her.
“You can lie on your back now.” I gave her a playful spank.
She looked at me, incredulous. “This is…I’m very…full!”
“Yes, you are.” I took delight in her discomfort, knowing how it would all end. But she’d have to walk through more fire before she got the deluge of relief. She flipped over and settled down against several pillows, propped up next to me so she could see the ocean. I noted with satisfaction her nipples pressed hard against the bikini top. The plug felt big and it stretched her full, and she liked it. Nasty girl. I wanted to see how much she could take.