I'm posting a day early because I'm in flight tomorrow. Enjoy!

Also: Lemon

Game Changer

Nicholas noticed that something was wrong the moment he hugged her from behind after class. Instead of relaxing into his embrace, the woman tensed up.

"What's the matter, Mama Bear?"

"I… I um…" Her expressive green eyes filled with tears. He was starting to get worried.

"Come on. Let's head out. There's obviously something we need to talk about." He started to pull her towards a cab, but she resisted, crossing her arms protectively in front of her.

"It's private," she said, a tear escaping her iron hold on her emotions and trailing misery down her cheek. He wiped her cheek with the back of his hand before hugging her close. His woman was trembling. He'd only seen her like this once before, when she admitted to never being kissed. This was so much worse though.

"Come on, Mama. Let's go back to my place and talk. Just talk," he added for good measure when she tensed up again. Based on her reaction to him at the moment, he could guess that the subject of the day was her ex-lover.

The cab ride was very different from that night at the club. She was edgy and rigid in his arms, working hard not to cry and apologizing profusely whenever a tear escaped those beautiful green eyes of hers. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and kissed her gently until the tears fell, wiping her misery away with his thumbs. By the time they arrived at his apartment on the outskirts of town, her trembling had decreased significantly. He paid the cabbie and brought his woman into his home, an arm draped over her shoulders to help her against a chill only she could feel.

"Now I've guessed that this is about Clark. I know it can't be about me, because you weren't like this when I left your place last night." He smiled at her winningly, secretly glad that he'd cleaned his place up after he got home last night.

The woman huffed a laugh to his relief. "No, I'm… I'm just... Gloria and I were talking and it brought up some bad memories and I don't know how to turn them off and-" He stopped the flow of words with his lips over hers. The two doctors sat on his couch for a long time tasting each other.

"You won't hurt me, will you?" she asked in a small, child-like voice that broke his heart. "I… I really like you and I don't think I could take it if you hurt me like he did." She then told him everything about her only sexual encounter. She valiantly tried to hold back her sobs, but he let her cry on him. Once she'd cried herself to sleep, the man arranged her on the sofa and called her house.

"Hello? Mom?" Jackson's frantic voice came on the line on the first ring. Nicholas cursed Clark in his mind for all the pain he'd caused the young mother.

"It's Doctor Lyons. I…" Nicholas stopped, putting away his professional demeanor that was probably scaring the kid. "It's Nick, Jackson. You're mom's here with me at my place."

"Wait, my mom came to you to-"

"It's not like that. Was… Was your mother acting strange at all this morning?"

"Um… she was… She seemed withdrawn, like she was before you two got together. I just thought she was having second thoughts or a bad day or something."

"Bad memories."

"Is this about that bastard again?" He knew that he should correct the boy for his language, but right now his own thoughts were so in tune with the child's that he couldn't.

"Yeah. It's about your father. She just needed a chance to cry. She's sleeping it off, but I know she'd be frantic trying to get to you if she was awake right now. You are her life."

"Sometimes I wish she'd never met that bastard," Jackson cried. "I don't care that I wouldn't have been born. He's nothing but a monster!"

"She doesn't feel that way about you, Action. According to her, you are the only good thing to come out of that night." Silence met that statement. "Jackson?"

A sniffle. "I'm here," the boy said. "Is Mom… I mean… Are you gonna bring her home?"

"I was planning to keep her here a little longer if you can handle being on your own for a bit. She's sleeping pretty hard right now, but we obviously need to talk."

"Yeah. That sounds alright. I ate with the guys, but I can fix myself something to eat if I get hungry."

"Yeah, and you should work on that book report and whatever other homework you've got."

"What are you, my dad?"

"Nah. But your mom is going to ask you about it the minute she sees you next, right?" The two chuckled at that, Nicholas taking a seat at his kitchen table.

"Alright. I'll get on my homework and fix myself some food afterward. But Nick?"

"Yes?"

"Please take care of my mother, okay?" He asked with an earnestness that Nicholas had to admire. "She acts tough, but she's… she's really-"

"I know, kiddo. Your mom is safe in my hands. And I think deep down she knows that. Otherwise, she wouldn't be here with me. Call me at this number if you run into problems, okay? It might be after dark before I can get her back home."

"Just take care of her, okay?" The phone disconnected as the boy hung up. A pair of supple arms wrapped around his neck before he could do anything.

"How's my baby boy?" She asked quietly. Nicholas smiled and turned off the phone.

"He's better now that I've checked in with him. That boy loves you truly, madly, deeply." She giggled at the reference, hugging him from behind.

"I'm sorry for dumping all this on you like this," Alana sighed. "I don't know why all these bad memories are plaguing me today. Like I told Gloria, I haven't thought about Jackson's conception in years and years. I don't allow myself to think about how it happened, I just focus on the fact that he's here."

"You're thinking about it because I'm about to make love to you, Alana. It's good that you're not going into our relationship bottling all these bad memories up. I know that Clark left gaping wounds in your psyche, but remember. I am not him. I would hope that I've set myself apart from him enough that you can trust me in our intimacy."

"I… I do trust you, Teddy Bear. I just… I think I needed you to know my history around this. That was not a… It wasn't a happy experience for me."

"Then let me make it better," he crooned at her, swinging her into his arms. The girl squealed, the short ride into his arms leaving her breathless. He covered her lips with his, using his nimble tongue to take possession of her mouth. She hummed, clumsily rubbing her heavy tongue against his.

"Good girl," he smiled, withdrawing from her mouth only to start a nibbling path along her neck. She arched her neck with a happy sigh. Taking his cues from her enthusiastic response to him, he continued his explorations of the glorious canvas of her pale skin. Slowly he undressed her, eager to see every bit of her in the lazy afternoon sun. He pulled her Pacman shirt off and laid it carefully on the table behind her. Next came her shoes, socks, pants, and panties, which he set on the chair next to him. The goddess before him was sitting in her bra and nothing else. He sighed at the creaminess of her skin.

"You're so gorgeous. Did you know that I've wanted you like this for years?" he asked conversationally as he unclasped her bra. He chuckled darkly when she gulped, removing her last covering and simply staring at her. She moved to cover her breasts and he stopped her. "I've wanted to run my hands and lips and tongue all over you, Mama Bear. I've wanted to explore every inch of this creamy skin of yours, finding all the places that make you moan and sigh. Then I want to push those buttons until you scream your releases over and over again. I have wanted to play your body like a finely tuned instrument, finding all those hidden pleasure centers and lathing them until you leak your pleasure for me and only me." She shuddered and it pleased him to see her juices leaking out of her onto the table. "Have you ever been naked in front of a man before?" He waited for her to shake her head before burying his face in her generous breasts. He licked and suckled her enticing globes, paying particular attention to her hardened nipples. The rosy tips called to his eager tongue and he didn't stop suckling them until she spasmed under his expert care.

"Your first?" he asked as he kissed her tears away. She nodded and he smiled against her skin, looking into her eyes. "It won't be your last, my love. Lay down, I'm not nearly done with you." Alana was obedient to his command, something that pleased him greatly. She was such a perfect little submissive. How could anyone take advantage of her generous heart? How could anyone not worship her as the goddess she was?

Sitting back down at the table, he noticed the arch of her back and placed her feet on the edge of the table. "Comfortable?" he asked once she'd rearranged herself on the table.

"Mmmm… yes," she smiled at him, running her hands over her arms before lifting her hands and folding them behind her head.

"Good," he said, lifting her to his mouth and tasting her as he'd been dying to since that night at the club. She jerked and gasped, but he only did it again, licking up her orgasm. She shook as he drank her greedily, her hands winding into his silky brown hair as she held his head to her privates. Pleased with the feel of her hands in his hair, he rewarded her by putting his tongue to work inside of her. Her gasping pleas guided him and he could only follow her lead as she trembled under his talented tongue. He didn't stop until her delicious juices were coating his face and the table. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his head and she was rolling her hips against his head. The need to be inside of her was nearly overwhelming him, but he was determined to make this experience good for her. He would not be a selfish lover like her first.

She'd cum a number of times, her juicy center following his eager tongue when she suddenly pulled on his hair. He looked up and into her glazed eyes, his face half-drowned in her nectar.

"Please… I need you inside of me." Her panting plea was almost his complete undoing, but he held back, wanting to be inside of her wonderful warmth when he finally released. He parted her supple legs, holding them out and apart as he watched her pant and shake.

"See, in my family we have a motto; the lady always comes first." He grinned as she shuddered yet another release, squirting her juices on his face. "You are so juicy. I want just one more taste before I take you to heaven properly, okay?" The girl whined, but nodded. And he delved back into her, lapping at her like some overfed kitten. Her sounds were deeply stimulating as she writhed for him. Just before she reached her pinnacle, he stopped licking her and slid his penis deep into her. Then he watched her break apart from the pleasure of it all. Her tight inner walls were milking him and he let go with a groan, coating her insides with his love. She screamed as he conquered her and he smiled and covered her mouth with his. Her breasts were heaving, her entire body was shuddering and twitching; this was the way a woman should be during a tryst.

He pulled her face to his and planted his tongue in her open mouth as he pulled back and rammed into her. When she came screaming in his mouth, he could only smile and caress her tongue with his own. Her legs had wrapped themselves around his trim waist, and he was loving the sounds of her gratification. He pumped into her over and over again, swallowing her sounds as she let go. Her inner muscles were squeezing his dick so hard it was pulling his seed out of him. God, it felt so good!

"Open your eyes, kitten," he commanded. "I want to see your beautiful green eyes as I take you." Her eyes frayed open and she looked deep into his pale brown eyes. He kept up the rhythm, determined that she would never be haunted by the memory of her first time ever again. The two rocked against each other the rest of the afternoon, staring into each other's eyes as they came repeatedly.

"I love you, Mama Bear," Nicholas groaned as he gave her another dose of his seed. Her beautiful green eyes filled with tears and she smiled broadly.

"Really?"

… …

"I love you, Alana Brighton. You belong to me," he told her in those growling tones that shot right to her core. Alana panted, her head falling back as she surrendered to his forceful lead. She had no frame of reference for this. It was a wonderful insanity that simply consumed her. If Clark had been even a quarter of the man Nick was, she never would have let him go. It was deplorable the way he'd treated her, even more so because it had been her first time.

"Where are you?" he asked in that husky voice that had her shuddering yet another release.

"I was… comparing," she gasped, throwing her head back to enjoy her latest release with a satisfied groan. When she came back to herself, he was staring at her intensely.

"I hope that you are finding my performance favorable, my lady?" He asked teasingly. She could only smile and caress his beloved face.

"Oh, Nicholas, you feel so amazing inside of me."

"And there's no pain?" He insisted, pumping his love into her yet again. The girl giggled and shook her head, groaning at just how good it felt.

"That's how this is supposed to be," he said with a warm smile and a twinkle in those pale brown eyes of his. "Let me show you more. But I want you to let me know if I'm ever hurting you, understand? You are my life and you are not meant to suffer." With that ominous statement, he placed her leg over his shoulder and began pumping against her harshly. This in turn made her pant and moan, cumming against him as he found what she could only assume was her g-spot. Then there was only sensation and the incredible feelings he was stirring up inside of her. She gasped and trembled under his power, the world going away as she whimpered her approval of his conquest. Then he pulled her onto his lap and the amazing inches of him slipped even farther inside of her. He kissed her passionately, wrapping her arms around him.

"Hold on tight," he murmured against her lips before he started pumping up into her in a way that just knocked all manner of incoherent syllables loose in her head. She was suddenly gasping and humming like a well-tuned freighter, her body rushing headlong into a fulfillment she'd never known could exist. She tried to somehow hold back, prolong the pleasure, but she didn't know how. And then she experienced her first ever full-body orgasm, the most powerful orgasm of her life. It knocked her out for a minute, it was so powerful. All she could do was hold on for dear life and holler in ecstasy. He seemed to feel it too, his hard cock freezing before she felt a familiar and welcome stickiness deep inside of her. God, what a man! Every muscle in her body went limp and she had no choice but to accept defeat as consciousness fled from her.

Nick looked his exhausted woman over arrogantly, satisfied that he'd banished some of her demons this afternoon. He'd actually had more in mind for the innocent lady, but she seemed more than happy with his performance this afternoon. His body yielded up one last massive ejaculation at the feel of her tight inner walls squeezing his member in her sleep and he groaned and shivered. Pulling out of her unconscious body so that he could think straight, he gathered her in his arms and headed for the shower. He bathed his woman gently, grinning that she didn't stir under the warm spray. After that, he cleaned the kitchen table of her juices - barely resisting the urge to lick them up - and laid her out over the surface. Everything in him wanted to make another meal of her, but it was getting late and he'd promised her son that he would have her back home by tonight. He dressed her back in her clothes and put her in his car, gathering her purse and bookbag to bring with her. He didn't even mind the early evening traffic, driving along one-handed so that she could hold his hand in her sleep. She had the most peaceful smile on her face as she slept. It brought a smile to his face knowing that he was the one who put that smile on her face.

When he got her home, he wasn't surprised that Kent showed up outside of her apartment complex.

"What are you doing, Lyons?" he asked aggressively.

"Erasing you from her blood," he said firmly but quietly so as not to wake her.

"You'll never be able to do that. We have a child together."

"It was surprisingly easy, Kent. You did most of the work for me." The animosity between the two males was almost tangible. Then Jackson came down.

"You!"

"Hello, son."

"That's only a biological fact, sperm donor," he growled. Seeing that Action looked ready to attack his father, Nicholas sought to grab his attention.

"Hey Action, can you grab your mom's things out of the back seat and lock up the car? My hands are kind of full." The boy rushed to do his bidding, glaring at his father the whole time.

"Lead the way," he commanded gently. Jackson looked between the men and suddenly smiled nastily at his father. He lifted her chin and led the way into the apartment building.

"I won't let you take my family from me," Clark growled, his fist clenching and unclenching as his eye twitched.

"You never had them to lose," the doctor said arrogantly. Clark had no choice but to walk away, growling as the sleeping beauty snuggled against his rival like a contented house cat and purred.


That was hot. See ya next week! :D