Eternal Temptations (The Tempted Series Book 6) (17 page)

Kitten is waiting for me in the living room nervously biting her lip and staring into space. She lifts her head when she hears me walk into the room and pushes her glasses further onto the bridge of her nose.

“Riggs—”

“Why would you let those people in here?” I interrupt.

She blinks, her big blue eyes narrow as she stares at me with confusion.

“They’re your parents,” she says incredulously.

“No, they’re not,” I insist, waving my hand between me and her. “You and me? We’re parents. Those two assholes don’t know the first thing about being parents. For fuck’s sake, you were there, you saw how that woman held our son. She held Eric like he carried the Ebola virus.”

“So maybe they’re different—”

“Different? God, Kitten, open your eyes,” I growl, losing my patience and my sanity, and losing it with the person who didn’t deserve this side of me. Still, I couldn’t help myself and unleashed the fury building inside my gut since the moment I stepped foot inside this apartment and saw my parents with
my
family.

“Baby,” she starts, closing the distance between us as she runs her hands down my arms, lacing our hands together. “My eyes were open and yes, your mother needs some work but your dad? I don’t know,” she shrugs. “He looked sincere. He looked at you and he looked at Eric…he cared.”

“Don’t you think for one moment those people came here with good intentions. They found out they have a grandkid, not too sure how the fuck that happened but whatever. Eric carries the Montgomery name, and that shit means a lot in my parents’ world. They look at me and then our kid and they don’t want him to turn out like me, they need someone to rule their fucking empire after they croak.”

I pull my hands away from Lauren’s and run them over my face in frustration.

“They figure they can mold him to be the perfect heir,” I continue, tearing my hands away from my face and pinning Lauren with a hard stare. “I don’t want them near Eric.”

“Riggs—” she starts.

“Lauren, it’s not up for discussion. I don’t want them near him or you for that matter.”

“So if they show up here again, then what? Slam the door in their face?”

“Yes, and if you have a problem doing it then call me and I’ll come home and take care of them.”

“Riggs, people change. Why don’t you take a few days to think about it, maybe even give your dad a call and hear him out? Give them the benefit of the doubt. Who knows, maybe finding out they have a grandson is a second chance for them—maybe they can right all the wrongs they did with you.”

I fell in love with Lauren for many reasons but mainly because of her heart. She’s good people, loves big and fights hard for what she believes in. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman but right now I wish her heart was a little bit smaller, her will to fight for what she believes in not so strong. I wish she’d realize not everyone is worthy of a second chance.

She closes the distance between us, wrapping her arms around my neck and peering up at me from the rim of her glasses.

“I’m not doubting you have your reasons for feeling how you do but I always wished my dad would’ve walked back into my life, that he’d realize what he walked away from and want to be a part of my life, especially after Eric was born. My dad isn’t coming back, Riggs, and while your parents didn’t walk away from you they came looking for you. Your father is the only chance Eric has of having a grandpa.”

Picking a piece of spaghetti out of her hair, I bend my knees, bringing me level with her mouth before pressing my lips against hers.

I take it back.

I wouldn’t change a fucking thing about her.

But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t change
everything
about my parents. If they had a sincere bone in their body, maybe I’d consider giving them the benefit of the doubt but my mother didn’t want to be a grandmother, she wanted to show Eric off like he was a prize filly. Then there was my old man, standing alongside ‘Mommy Dearest’ with the same useless expression his face carried when I was five and asked him to play catch with me. If he isn’t turning millions into billions, he has no fucking clue what to do with himself.

They’ll try to throw their money around, offer to put Eric in a fancy school and probably enroll him in fucking fencing classes. I know the consequences of being a Montgomery heir and I don’t want that for my son. I want him to be his own person, someone who creates his own destiny. If he grows up and tells me he wants to join the fucking circus, guess what, Kitten and I will be at every show cheering him on with big red noses.

My mother looked like she was about to have a stroke when she looked at me. It didn’t matter she hadn’t seen or spoken to me in years. She was disgusted by the ink that covered my skin and in the back of her twisted head she was probably scheduling an appointment with her plastic surgeon to see if they could be removed.

The tattoos on my skin tell my life story one she never took an interest in.

And if she knew the life I chose over the one she wanted for me she’d be appalled. If she knew Lauren was shot, or that Bones died because of some beef my club had she’d fucking lose her shit.

This is who I am.

And as Lauren takes me as I am, loves me for who I am, that’s all I need. The only man I need to be is the man that owns her heart.

I’m not a Montgomery.

Though, the trust fund they set me up with helped when I fucked that shit with the Chinese. Thank God for that fucking thing.

I slide my tongue between Lauren’s parted lips and take my frustrations out on her mouth. Cradling her face in my hands, my thumbs caress her cheeks as she tightens her hold on my neck and presses her body against mine.

That body.

My hands drop away from her face and slide down her curves, finding the hem of her t-shirt. I start to work the cotton up her body, breaking away from her mouth to pull the shirt over her head.

“Are you trying to shut me up?” Kitten asks as she reaches for the button on her denim shorts. Her breasts are heavy, full, and her nipples, those perky things were begging for Riggsy boy to play with them.

“Maybe,” I admit, bending my head to take one nipple between my teeth. I tug on the bud before drawing it into my mouth and running my tongue over it. “Is it working?”

“Promise me you’ll give it some thought.”

“I promise you I’m not thinking about my parents while I have your nipple in my mouth. Now take your shorts off, Kitten,” I order as my hand slips into the waistband of her shorts and my fingers graze the lace covering her pussy.

“At least you’re honest,” she groans as she shimmies out of her shorts. I drop to my knees, lifting one foot at a time and rid her of the shorts that pool around her ankles. Next, I cup the cheeks of her ass with my palms and bring her closer and brush my mouth against the scar from her cesarean.

Her fingers work my hair as my teeth latch onto the elastic of her panties and drag them down her body.

“I’m going to be real honest with you,” I murmur as she steps out of her panties, pulling her glasses off her face and shaking out her hair. She gives me the come fuck me eyes and puts her sexy face on. I should to tell her she didn’t need to do all that because I always want her. I wanted her from the minute I came home, dressed in a wet t-shirt, with SpaghettiOs in her hair. Lauren is the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on. “Honesty is me telling you you’re beautiful. Honesty is my word that you’re all I need to get by in this world. Honesty is you and me becoming one and forgetting there even is a world outside this apartment. You, Kitten, you’re everything and that’s the fucking truth. It doesn’t get any more honest than that.”

Her breath hitches as I grab a hold of her thighs and push them a part, all the while keeping my eyes locked with hers.

Love those eyes.

She braces her hands on my shoulders and I shift so I am sitting on the floor, staring up at her.

“Come here, Kitten, give me my honesty…give me you,” I rasp, reaching behind her to cup her ass and bring her down to me. She wraps her arms around my neck as she takes a seat on my lap.

“This what you want?” She asks breathlessly as she rocks against my erection straining to break through my worn jeans.

“No,” I admit, lowering my back until it was flat against the carpet. “Up here, Kitten,” I say, pointing to my mouth before taking one of her hands and guiding her up my body until she was positioned right where I wanted her, hovering over my face. She looked down at me, her hair wild around her face as her tongue traced her bottom lip.

“Give me
you
,” I plead.

She closes her eyes and lowers herself onto my waiting mouth. A moan escapes her as my tongue parts her lips and delves inside. Honesty was knowing I’d never get tired of this. I grip her hips as she arches against my mouth, my tongue teasing her, lavishly licking my way until I find her clit. She cries my name as I suck it into my mouth.

Honesty is knowing my name was never truly mine until I heard her say it.

Scream it.

Cry it.

Whisper it.

I pull my mouth back, glide my fingers over the path my tongue took before pushing two of them inside her and slamming my mouth back over her clit. She fists my hair and quickens her pace, riding me, taking what she needs from me.

Honesty.

Woven within every move she made.

Pushing my fingers deeper, I flick my tongue over her clit, once, twice and find it. Her pussy squeezes my fingers, quaking against my mouth as the rest of her tries to remain still and soak up the aftershocks of her orgasm. I feel the change in her, her body going lax over her mine, her grip loosening on my hair and the hold she had on my fingers easing allowing me to guide them out of her. I let my tongue take another swipe before leaning back, watching as she rolled off me and onto her back.

“Honesty is admitting the Tiger gives great head,” she pants.

Grinning, I kick off my boots and work my jeans down my legs before reaching behind me and pulling my shirt over my head.

“Are you going to fuck me now?”

“God, I love it when you talk like that. Keep talking,” I demand, positioning myself between her legs. The head of my cock teases her glistening pussy.

“Just before you were trying to shut me up and now you want me to talk,” she teases, bending her knees and closing them around me. “What do you want to hear me say, Riggs? You want me to tell you how badly I want your cock? How I was disappointed you left this morning before wrapping my mouth around you?”

“Fuck yes, more of that,” I grunt, bending my head to graze her nipple.

“Or maybe I should tell you I fingered myself in the shower this morning wishing it was your cock fucking me.”

“That’s it, Kitten,” I hiss, taking her hands and slamming them over her head as my dick pummels into her drenched pussy. “Take my cock,” I demand, sliding in inch by inch, filling her until she screams.

Fuck the world. Fuck the people who brought me into it. Everything could go up in smoke and I wouldn’t give two fucks. This right here, this moment, wrapped up in Lauren, this was everything. To hell with everything and everyone else.

I pull out, push back in, branding her mouth with kisses as I give her all of me, all the honest parts of my soul. I lose control, pounding into her mercilessly but Kitten takes me as always, matching my tempo. Jerking my hips, I groan coming and coming like a fucking champ. After I’ve emptied my balls, and sure I’m paralyzed, I collapse over Lauren.

She wraps her arms and legs around me, holding me close to her as her hands travel the length of my back.

“I love you, Riggs,” she whispers against my ear.

I remain tangled in her, joined to her as I roll us over and lie on my back, draping her body over mine like a blanket.

“Love you too, Kitten,” I say pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Call your mother, see if she’ll watch Eric tonight.”

She lifts her head from my chest and frowns.

“She’s watching Tori and Luca today there is no way she will watch Eric tonight too,” she says, trailing her finger down my cheek. “Grace called Anthony and Adrianna over to discuss Victor’s transfer.”

“These mob folk are so greedy. Jack is off the grid too because Victor summoned him up to the can,” I inform her, shaking my head. “Fucking Victor, always messing with me.”

Lauren giggles before she bends her head and kisses my lips quickly. I trail my hands down her sides and hold onto her hips.

“See…now if you were talking to your parents we could’ve asked them to watch Eric,” she says.

I raise an eyebrow at her.

“You sure about that? You’d let those clowns watch Eric?”

She bit her lip, wincing as she shook her head.

“Maybe not. I mean not for a while and maybe the first time we’d supervise. Oh, fine. I don’t think I’d let them watch Eric either.”

“Now look who’s being honest.” I wink at her.

She smacks my shoulder playfully.

“Still think you should consider calling your dad.”

“I think it’s time to shut you up again, Kitten.”

“What did you have in mind?” She asks with a hint of mischief playing in those blue eyes.

Honesty was knowing my Kitten was down to play. Honesty was finding all sorts of ways to keep her quiet, well maybe not completely quiet. I like hearing her scream my name.