Revenge: A Bad Boy Romance (52 page)

I gripped her hips and fucked her hard. We both knew it couldn’t last long, but it didn’t need to, we were both so close to the edge.

April greeted each thrust with a different noise, letting out whatever came naturally in a way that could never be faked.

I tried slowing down at one point to draw out the experience, but April just rocked her ass back into me and ordered me to keep fucking her. I don’t know when it changed from me giving the orders to her, but I couldn’t exactly complain.  

The moans turned to a whimper and then a whine, as her body stiffened, each muscle going hard, before she started shaking uncontrollably. I kept fucking her; clearly I was doing something right, so I wasn’t about to stop.  

She hadn’t even finished coming when I grabbed hold of her hair, gave her one final thrust, and then emptied myself inside her. I left my cock inside her while she continued spasming from her orgasm, until we both collapsed down on the bed in a sweaty, satisfied pile.  

We were both too exhausted to have the whole conversation about feelings, dating, and the future, and we had to get dressed in case our parents came home. We did discuss one important point though—we wouldn’t wait nine months before doing that again.

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Mom knew. I was sure of it. She’d nearly confronted me about it before Pierce’s timely interruption, but if she’d been in any doubt then she would have picked up on it over dinner.

April and I tried to act completely normal, but the tension between us had clearly cooled. Mom picked up on it immediately. Pierce commented on how nice it was to see us getting along, which I took to mean he didn’t have a clue. Mom sat there stoic and silent. Yeah, she knew.

It didn’t help that April had that “I’ve just been fucked by a big cock and had multiple orgasms” look about her either. There wasn’t much she could do to hide it. Her face glowed and everything made her laugh or smile. I probably always had that effect on women, but I wasn’t usually around to see it.  

“Dad said you had some big news to give us tonight?” April asked, as we neared the end of dinner. “Good news I hope?”

“Mom, if you’re pregnant, I swear to God—”

“Oh don’t be silly Foster. I’m not pregnant, although I certainly could be the amount Pierce and I have been—”

“Kathleen, don’t wind them up,” Pierce said, once again speaking up to save me from a pain worse than death.

“Well, I’ve had to listen to enough of his escapades over the years. This is my revenge.”

April looked uncomfortable. She didn’t like talking, or even thinking about, my past history with women. We’d broached the subject briefly in bed together, but she’d quickly changed the subject.  

We’d have to have the conversation soon. Two things had become clear this afternoon. One, we were going to do that again. Two, I desperately needed to come inside her tight pussy. Condoms didn’t usually bother me, and I enjoyed seeing my cum splattered all over a woman’s chest and face, so it had never been an issue before. But with April, I just felt a desperate urge to fill her with my seed. That had to happen soon.

“Let’s tell them now,” Pierce said, putting down his knife and fork.  

“You sure you don’t want to pour some drinks first?” Mom asked.  

“They’ll be fine,” Pierce insisted. “I think they might even be relieved.”

“Okay,” Mom said reluctantly. “As you know, Pierce and I spent some time away together recently. We went hiked a lot and generally had an awesome time.”

“I noticed you hadn’t been at the office much recently,” I said. “You planning on early retirement.”

“No, not exactly. Anyway, we went to a lodge by Lake Tahoe for a while to chill out and while we were there we decided to get married.”

“You’ve already told us you’re getting married,” April said. “How is that news?”

“She means, we decided to get married right there and then,” Pierce said. “So we did. We’re already married.”  

The news was greeted with a stunned silence. Kathleen and Pierce both looked at each other and then at me and April waiting for a response.

“Does this mean we don’t have to sit through a wedding?” I asked. “Or are you still going to have a ceremony?”

“Nope, no ceremony,” Mom said. “That’s it. All done.”

“Oh. Well, in that case, that is good news. No offense, but I wasn’t exactly looking forward to sitting through all that. This seems like a good way to get it all over with.”

“We didn’t really see it as something to ‘get over with,’ ” Mom said. “But I’m glad you’re okay with it.”

“What about you, April?” Pierce asked his daughter.

April hadn’t said a word, and when I looked at her, I could see why. She looked like she was about to throw up. Her skin had turned a deathly shade of white; quite the contrast from the previous pink blush she’d had on show since the moment we’d started kissing in her room.  

“Excuse me,” April said solemnly, standing up and leaving the table. “I’m done eating. Congratulations.”

Pierce went to stand up, but I stopped him. “Let me go and talk to her. I’m in a similar position to her after all.”

Just when I thought we’d finally got things figured out. Nothing was ever easy with women. Why had I let myself fall for April? That’s what had happened, there was no doubt about it.  

I’d fallen for her. Fallen for her hard.

I flew back to D.C. on Sunday night, but Foster’s flight wasn’t until Monday morning. That was for the best; we needed the time apart. 

The news of Dad’s marriage had hit me hard. Dad thought it was just the shock at knowing he was now married again, but that had nothing to do with it. Okay, maybe it had a little bit to do with it, but not a lot. 

The real problem was Foster, or more specifically, what I’d done with Foster just a few hours before we’d gotten the surprise news about our parents’ marriage. 

I’d had weeks to accept the fact that Foster was going to be my new stepbrother, but I’d been so busy thinking of him as my annoying boss, that the longer-term problem had taken a back seat. 

I think a part of me always thought Dad and Kathleen would call off the wedding at some point. I didn’t resent them getting married, but it had seemed like a whirlwind romance, and those often fell apart. 

Kathleen had been talking about arranging a huge marriage which would take at least a year to prepare. A year was a long time for a relationship. Even if they hadn’t broken up, it would at least have meant Foster and I had time to get ourselves sorted out.

Now we’d fucked. And we were fucked.

Maybe it had been worth it. The sex had certainly been mind-blowing. My memories of our night together nine months ago, had the fog around them that was typical of alcohol-fueled encounters. 

This weekend I’d been one-hundred-percent sober, and I had the crystal-clear memories to go with it. I could remember every single second of that afternoon. He’d made me come within a few short minutes using just his fingers, and then I’d devoured him with my mouth. Foster had told me after the sex that he’d had no idea I could suck cock like that. That made two of us. 

Foster had then taken me roughly from behind exactly as I’d wanted. He could read my mind; that was the only possible explanation for the way he could hit exactly the right spot every single time. I couldn’t finish myself off half as quickly as he’d managed it. He knew my body better than I did.

The travel and general stress of the weekend had left me exhausted, and the coffee they served in the office was completely inadequate for what I needed right now. Bryan agreed to meet up for coffee—he rarely took much persuasion, especially on Monday mornings—so I snuck out of the office at eleven and bought some much needed caffeine.

“I mean this in the nicest possible way,” Bryan said as we sat down in the uncomfortable metal chairs, “but you look like crap.”

“Thanks. I had a long weekend.” I tried to take a sip of the coffee even though I knew it was far too hot, and then placed it down on the uneven table. 

“A long weekend, as in you spent the whole time having fun and partying? Or as in you had to work the entire time?”

“Neither. I went back to New York to hang out with Dad.”

“Oh, well that sounds nice. How was it?”

“It was… eventful.” 

“Are you going to keep me guessing all day?” Bryan asked. “Because even us government workers have to show our face in the office occasionally.”

“Sorry,” I replied taking a deep breath. I tried to take a sip of my coffee again, but it was still too hot. I wished the stuff could just be pumped directly into my veins, so that I didn’t have to wait for it to reach a drinkable temperature. “My dad got married this weekend. Actually, he got married about a week ago, but he sprung the news on me as a surprise.” 

“Holy shit,” Bryan exclaimed. “Yeah, that counts as an eventful weekend. I didn’t realize they were going to get married so quickly.”

“That makes two of us.”

“At least you won’t struggle for a job after law school,” Bryan pointed out. “Your stepmother is the managing partner of a large law firm. That’s pretty cool. I can see why this is difficult for you though. What with the tension between you and Foster.”

Bryan had been front and center when Foster did his thing and protected me from Zach. There didn’t seem to be much point denying our relationship.

“It’s not just tension between us anymore,” I admitted guiltily. “We kind of went past that.” 

I told Bryan what happened nine months ago, and this past weekend. It was a huge relief to get it off my chest, although I felt sick to the stomach when I imagined having to give the same speech to my dad at some point.

“So what’s the situation between you now?” Bryan asked. “Are you dating?”

“No. I don’t think so. We kind of left things in a bad place. I took the news of the marriage badly. He assured me that it didn’t make a difference, but I insisted on spending some time alone.”

“Probably for the best. I think he’s right though. From the sounds of it, you and he… you know… ‘dated’ before you even knew that your dad and his mom were a thing. It’s no one’s fault. Just bad luck.”

“That’s what he said.”

“I may not have his body, or looks, but at least we are alike in some ways.” 

“Thanks Bryan. You always say the right thing.”

“Pleasure. Look, I’d probably better be getting back to the office. Are you going to be okay?” 

I nodded. “Yes. I’ll be fine. Honestly.”

I grabbed my coffee, which was now finally cool enough to drink, and headed back to the office. Foster would be in around lunchtime and for once I couldn’t wait to see him. We had to talk, but I felt confident we could work this out. 

Just before I entered the office building, my phone rang with an incoming call. I answered it immediately assuming it was Foster, but the voice on the other end of the phone was not one I wanted to hear.

“Hello April,” Zach said, in his cocky, snide tone of voice. “I think it’s about time we talk.”