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Sins of the Father

Chapter 29

Home Sweet Home?

Christian's POV

I lay on Kitten's bed, still undressed, with my hands behind my head and my feet crossed at the ankles like I have no place to be. At the moment, the only place I want to be is here watching her move around her room.

She still officially calls it the sub room, but no other sub has ever occupied it before her. And certainly, no other sub will. Not with how personally she's decorated it. I first balked at the color pattern of gray, white, and lavender when she told me about it, but I must admit it has grown on me. Even more so now, watching her move around so freely and easily in it.

She's not paying me any mind as she is busy getting dressed so I move to stand behind her in the full-length mirror.

What's wrong," Kitten asks, staring at my refection behind her. I'm sure she's wondering why I'm not getting ready to leave with her. "Are you still upset about Ana not talking things out with you? I'm not sure my butt can take any more aggression in her honor."

She grimaces as she touches her ass to bring home her point.

"You were good at helping me get over that," I smirk at her, taking the arnica cream from the vanity and rubbing it on her ass. She stands in nothing but black bra and panties with thigh high gartered stockings that she knows drives me crazy when I see her in them.

I snap the garter and she gives me a crooked smile.

"Boy, she must have really pissed you off," she laughs, making me smirk at her again. "You never bring out the whip.".

"Whipping you was long overdue, Kitten," I tell her. "This sexy ass of yours was begging for it."

"Hey, I don't do a trillion squats a day for nothing," she jokes at the amount, but I can tell from the firm shape of her ass, she isn't fair off the mark.

I growl as she wiggles it in my crouch. The move was meant to be a light-hearted tease, but it just made me hard all over again.

Big Mistake.

I turn her around and slam her into the nearest wall, knocking over a vase full of lilac and purple orchids she had placed on a shelf. Her mouth instantly finds mine and I taste the sweetness of her. I lift her legs and drape them around my waist. Her hands stay firmly on my shoulders. The mixture of her spicy scented shampoo and her Good Girl perfume waft into my nostrils.

Grabbing her ass, I lift her up and toss her on the bed.

Her mouth and eyes widen when she sees the size of my erection. She had just handled the last one with that mouth of hers.

"Kitten, this ass of yours does things to me," I tell her unapologetically as I flip her around and hoist her up on her knees. She hisses as I smack her hard on her already soar backside. The intake of painful air comes out as a pleasurable moan when I slam my dick into her.

"Oh shit," she calls out as I grab her by the back of her collar and fuck her hard.

….

Ana's POV

I sit on the edge of the bed, running my fingers through my hair. I have no idea what bag I packed my brush in, if I even packed one at all.

"My hair is completely sexed up," I groan to Hunt. I know his flight attendant and Giles is going to notice. How could they not?

"Just the way I like it," he smiles at me, running the tips of his fingers up my bare back until they make their way into my hair.

My eyes drift close at the feel of him massaging my scalp until her pulls me back down next to him on the bed.

I moan at the feel of his lips as they travel my neck to my mouth.

His lips smile on mine when I gasp at the feel of his erection at my entrance.

"It feels like forever since I've made love to you," he says, even though he's had me three times since his jet leveled off safely in the air about an hour and a half ago.

"No complaints from me," I say as I lift my legs and wrap them around him.

He moans as I lift up, pushing him inside of me.

"Sweetheart," he calls me, starting to move. The feel at how wet I am from him sliding in and out of me is turning him on. "A week is just too damn long to be away from you."

I moan as I feel him grow even harder inside me. His stormy gray eyes stare into mine, enjoying the sound.

Gray eyes?

His eyes are blue. I blink, shaking my head as if I didn't just mistake them. Slowly, I open my eyes again to see a brilliant shade of blue staring back at me.

I don't even have to time to think of the image I just saw as an orgasm rips through me.

Hunter grunts out his orgasm, collapsing on top of me as the strength in his arms give way.

"Ana," he pants, his breath hitting the side of my ear, blowing my hair. "You've never came so fast before, Sweetheart."

He raises up to look at me and I bite my lip in embarrassment.

It couldn't have been the image of Christian. I'm sure it wasn't.

"I really missed you," I whisper to him, taking his face in my hands. "I love you, Hunter."

His cheeks dimple as she smiles at me. His is such a beautiful man. I do love him, so much.

"I love you too," he smiles at me before falling back on the bed to finish riding out his sex high. "I missed feeling like this."

"Me too," I whisper to him.

….

"Are you finally going to tell me why we are going back to New York and not Singapore," I ask Hunt as I take my seat next to him, preparing to land.

"My work there is done," he says. "I left Dad and Will to finish up."

"But what about meeting up with your family in London? I was looking forward to spending time with them."

"You will, Sweetheart. When the deal is done in Singapore, they're coming to visit us here."

"Really? I thought your mom hated everything about being in the states."

"Well, usually, that's true," he laughs. "But we have family business to take care of in the states and it affects her as well, so she agreed to come."

"It must be big."

He nods.

"I'll fill you in later," he says as the pilot lets us know we're approaching LaGuardia. I look out the window at the skyline.

Its good to be back home.

….

Christian's POV

The quiet great room seems so still without Teddy running around playing. Its strange how after only a few short weeks I expect to see that when I come home. Never in a million years would I have thought that would be something I would want to come home to: a child playing around, making a mess in my living space. I make sure that the elevator is locked behind me, before I head up to check on him.

He is in his bed but I can tell by his breathing that he is still awake. I go and sit beside him. His nightlight giving off just enough glow so I can see him clearly.

"You can't sleep," I ask him.

"You never tuck me in," he says, making me smile at him.

"Grandma didn't tuck you in?"

"Not the same," he says. I can hear the sadness in his voice.

"Are you sad about Ana?"

He nods his head.

"I want mommy," he whispers in tears. "I want her to come and live here with us and not in heaven like Grandma said. Grandma could give her good medicine and she won't be sick no more. She can be happy with us like she said she would when we was to come here."

"I want that for her too…, I start but stop, not really knowing what else to say. What could possibly make him feel better? Ana was the closes thing he'd found to having her around and now he's feeling that loss as well. I look over at the picture he has of Leila at his nightstand and remember something about her that I haven't shared with him yet. "Your mommy liked music a lot. Did you know that?"

He shakes his head no.

"Would you like to hear one of her favorite songs?"

He nods his head yes.

"Come. Bring your teddy downstairs so he can hear too."

"Kay."

I sit Teddy at the piano while I search my iPod of songs knowing that the ones Leila added are still there.

I go past Toxic and Crazy in love until I come across one that she played more than the others. Its a Savage Garden song called Truly Madly Deeply.

She used to hum the words a lot, so I know it's a song she truly liked. She played it so much, I think I can figure out how to play a version on the piano. I start to play it for Teddy until he feels better and starts to try and play some of the keys himself. Soon enough, he starts laughing about the sounds he's making.

…..

"That was a lovely song you played for him," Mom tells me after I come back downstairs from putting Teddy to bed. "It seems music helps him the way it does you. Did he have a bad dream?"

"He misses his mother," I tell her, joining her at the breakfast bar where she's poured me a cup of coffee.

"You were the same way when you first came to us. I was able to soothe you a little. I would like to think I helped fill the void your mother left."

"You did," I assure her. "And you help Teddy more than you realize."

"I wish there was someone who could be more of a mother figure to him like our dear Ana was."

"Mom, don't start. Ana has made it clear she's closed the book on she and I."

"I'm not starting. I promise, I'm not. I was speaking about the other avenues, so to speak. I just want to be sure that Teddy…well, Dear, he is at a very vulnerable and impressionable time and I wouldn't want him to be exposed to certain… lifestyles that are unconventional."

"Oh, for the love of God, Mother. You cannot be serious."

"I most certainly am. I'm not judging you or…them…or… it. I just don't want those types of things around Teddy. I know you are still involved with BDSM, so I don't think I'm being unreasonable."

"Not unreasonable," I tell her. The fact that she is being so careful with her words is amusing me. "Maybe a little prudish. You do realize we don't carry the whips and chains around with us, correct?"

I never dreamed I would be able to discuss the lifestyle with her. I was sure it would turn her away from me.

"Whips and chains? Oh, dear lord," she says clutching the pearls that are not even around her neck. "I didn't think that you were that hard core."

"Hard core? Mom, have you been watching porn videos?"

"Oh, well, you know, just for educational purposes. I knew nothing about it and you've been involved in it for so long. My curiosity got the better of me."

"Mom, most of what you've seen is extreme, I can assure you and I didn't run off to some seedy dungeon tonight."

"You didn't?"

"Of course not. All of my relationships have been long term and the one I'm in now is no different."

"Did that despicable woman introduce you to this one like she did all the others?"

"No. I met her by chance at an ice cream parlor."

"Ice cream," she laughs. "And she doesn't mind you doing those things to her?"

"She is a very nice woman, Mother. You'd like her."

"Would I," she asks, studying me. "So, you're serious about her?"

"Good night, mother," I say kissing her cheek.

…..

Ana's POV

Giles opens the car door, helping me out. I stand on the checkered black and white entrance of the Pierre Hotel, remembering how Teddy played on pattern when he walked in while I wait for Hunter.

"I missed this place," I tell him, as we walk through his front door. It feels like a lifetime ago since I've been here.

"Welcome home, Miss Steele, Mr. Barrington," Nora says just as cheerful as ever.

"Thank you, Nora," he tells her.

"Would you two like anything after your long flight?"

Hunt looks at me to answer and I shake my head.

"We're fine, Nora, thank you," he tells her. "I trust Lidia told you of my family visiting soon?"

"She did. I'll have everything ready for them when they arrive."

"Be sure to put Will in Christian's old room and leave everything as is," he tells her with a grin.

"Of course, Mr. Barrington," Nora laughs. "How is Christian doing, Miss Steele?"

"He's doing very well," I tell her. "He made you something. I'll give it to you once I unpack it."

"I'm looking forward to seeing it," she says with a wide smile.

"Tired," Hunt asks me as I collapse on his bed.

"I should be asking you that. You've had a much longer flight."

"I'm used to it. I am happy to be back here with you though. I hate travelling without you."

I groan at my travelling not being over yet. I still have to head to my place, not to mention the unpacking.

"I would kill to have a Nora to unpack for me," I tell him.

"You are more than welcome to move in here with me."

"I know. I'm just not ready to move in with anyone else again right now."

"How long are you going to keep punishing me for him?"

"Hunt, that's not what I'm doing."

"It sure feels like it. Or is there another reason you keep refusing to live together?"

"No, of course not. I'm just not ready. I thought you understood."

"I do. But this last week without you has made me realize how important you are in my life. I could barely get through a meeting without my mind wandering across the ocean to you. My brothers grew quite tired of my yammering on about you."

"Really," I laugh.

"Truly, and don't be surprised if they act way too familiar with you because of it when they arrive."

"Wait, both of your brothers are coming too?"

"Sweetheart, everyone is coming."


Author's Note:

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