Definite M on this chapter. So be forewarned.
Chapter 3
David smiled down at her, hearing her poorly stifled yawn. " Maybe we should call it a night." He whispered down to her.
" No, no." She said, shaking her head, " I'm not sleepy." She said, trying to fight back another yawn.
He laughed lightly, and shook his head, " I'm not so sure about that."
" I'm not." She challenged, but even she knew her eyes were drooping. " I want to finish dancing." She said, looking up him, hers eyes wide and pleading and her smile bright.
" Hmmm." He said, smiling down at her. He winked at her, and she grinned up at him as he scooped her up.
She laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist, and put her arms around his neck. " I like dancing." She smiled.
" So do I." He told her, smiling at her, wrapping his arms around her back.
" She is a very lucky girl." Jean-Paul whispered to Erica, watching with a bright smile as Alli laid her head on David's shoulder.
Part of her wanted this to end, just so that those last few lingering doubts she had would slip back down, and she could ignore them again. Of course she was happy with her life and the fact that Jack had turned out to be Alli's father. It was all she ever wanted. She just wondered sometimes, what life would be like if it were the three of them. Him, her, and their little princess. Neither of them would admit it, then or now, that they'd started to fall in love again as their ruse wore on. That's how this whole thing came about. They'd given n one night, just after she'd reconciled with Jack. It was the night of he hearing, the night that Bianca had confessed to killing Michael. Life seemed a little more valuable right then, and there was an urge to live in the moment, just one time give into their feelings and give into the feelings that had been reawakened between them. They'd agreed after that night, that they couldn't go back there. They couldn't make it work, and it wasn't worth the heartache of trying. She and Jack had reconciled not long after, and he'd forgiven her for her indiscretion with David and she'd pushed her feelings for David down deep, and then she'd married Jack.
David ran his hands along Alli's back, smiling at the rise and fall of her chest. She was fast asleep. He held her closer, and shifted her next to his body, wanting to make sure she was comfortable while he went to find Erica. He had to smile at her, and just how special she was. Why this child had such a way with his heart, he'd never know, but he wouldn't question it. He'd just hold her a little tighter for as long as he could. He held her tight, and swayed a few last times to the music, knowing that she'd probably hit him if he didn't finish their dance.
Erica took a deep breath, and blinked what she hadn't realized were tears out of her eyes.
David smiled at Erica as she came around the corner, " Hey."
" Hi." She smiled at him, walking closer.
" Sorry," He started, motioning to Alli, "she wanted to dance. And she flashed me that smile."
Erica shook her head softly, standing in front of him now. She touched a few light fingers to Alli's back, and smiled up at David, " I think that's the most adorable thing I've ever seen."
His cheeks pinked a little, and he nodded, " How much did you see?"
" Enough." She smiled, her eyes shifting to meet with his.
" Tell her in the morning that I finished the dance. I don't want her to think I broke our promise." He said, looking down at the sleeping little princess in his arms.
" I don't think you would ever break a promise to her." She said, slightly awed. She sucked in a breath, and then motioned for him to follow her. She couldn't take Alli from his arms if she wanted to.
He offered her a grateful smile, " Thank you for letting me have the opportunity to make promises to her." He said, holding Alli tight against him as they started up the stairs.
She nodded, walking up the stairs next to him. She still felt guilty. Guilty that he'd to ever let this little girl. Alli had come into the world eight weeks premature and had been to small to sick for them to do anymore tests then were necessary. She'd believed that David was the father. She'd felt it in her soul. David had spent the most time with Alli, even more then she had. He was the first to hold her. The first to feed her. The first to rock her to sleep. And when Alli had become strong enough and the DNA test was done, no one was more shocked then she was that Jack had turned out be the father. Jack taking Alli from David's arms had been one of the hardest sights she'd ever seen. And she'd promised him at that moment, that no matter what, he'd never lose that little girl.
" Erica?" David said, looking over at her.
She nearly jumped, being thrown back into reality. They were already at the top of the stairs and just about to stop in front of Alli's door. She smiled softly at him, and moved to open the door. They walked through the door, her first, and then him carrying Alli. Like a family. Like a mom and dad putting their little girl to bed.
She pulled back the pink comforter and the pink sheets, and she arranged the pink and white cased pillow just how Alli liked it. She smiled and laughed lightly, she definitely got her love of pink for her mother.
" My god," David laughed lightly, leaning over so that he could lay Alli against the pillows, " she's worse then you are."
Erica laughed out loud at that, and then nodded, " What can I say, she is her mothers daughter."
David nodded in complete agreement, sighing a little as he laid Alli against the pillows. He hated letting her go. It was like that day all over again. It was like letting go of a piece of his heart.
" Goodnight sweetheart." Erica breathed leaning down to place a soft kiss on her forehead.
" Goodnight princess." David said, placing his own kiss on her cheek.
Erica smiled over at him, as she pulled the covers around Alli, making sure that was tucked in nice and warm.
They were headed towards the door a few seconds later, Erica leading, David behind, but they both stopped inside the doorway when they a tiny giggle from behind them.
" Go to sleep." Erica laughed, turning only enough to look at Alli.
She giggled again, and nodded, " Make a lot of money for charity, mommy."
Erica smiled and looked from Alli to David, and back at David, " I will. Have sweet drams, baby."
" Good night mommy." She said, rolling over onto her side as she snuggled into her pillow. If the lights had been on, they would have seen the look on her face, and would have known to expect her to say or do something that would leave them all reeling. " Goodnight daddy." She breathed, just softly enough that she knew they'd hear her.
David and Erica froze in the doorway, their eyes fixed on Alli, who was now curled up safe and warm in her bed. They had no doubt she knew what she was saying. No one had ever come right out and told her the situation surrounding her birth, but she was far to perceptive for her age.
David broke through their shock a few seconds later, when he swallowed hard, " I better go." He breathed, but he didn't bother looking at Erica, his eyes were still fixed on Alli's sleeping frame.
Erica nodded, casting her eyes from him to Alli and back to him. This was the first time in almost forever, that she couldn't read his expression. She opened her mouth to say something to him, what she wasn't sure, but he was already turning and heading out the door.
She was quick on her feet, and following him out the door in a second. She pulled Alli's door closed softly, and following behind him. " David." She breathed, but he didn't turn around.
He heard her, but he couldn't stop. He couldn't turn around and face her, and then have to walk away. He'd given all of this up one to many times.
" David, wait." She said, catching up to him at the top of the stairs. She reached out and gently grabbed his forearm, trying to stop him long enough to look at her.
He did stop. Almost instantly at the feel of her touch.
She wasn't prepared for what she saw when he looked back at her.
" I need to get out of here." He told her softly, shaking his head.
She didn't respond, or even move, she just stared into his eyes. She couldn't respond to what she saw looking back her. " I'm sorry." She breathed, lost in the heartbreak she saw in his eyes.
" Don't be." He said softly, his voice honest. " I need her in my life, Erica, I do. But I can't let her go. I can't. It's like ripping out a piece of my heart every time I walk away from her."
She nodded deftly, letting her eyes flutter closed, " I know."
" I left a donation downstairs." He said, shaking his head.
" David," She said, gripping his arm, which she'd never let go of, and looked at him, " I'm sorry." She repeated again, shaking her head.
He was going to tell her to just let him leave. Let him get out of this house and away from the would haves and should haves. But he couldn't. He couldn't walk away, not this time. Not now. Not with her so close. Not with them so lost in the way things were supposed to be.
She knew that look. She knew what always came next when his eyes flashed liked that.
He moved fast, sliding one arm around her back.
The only sound they heard was her gasp as he pressed her against his body.
She didn't take her eyes off of his, and she didn't dare speak or move.
His other hand pressed into the wall behind her, effectively pinning her softly between him and the wall.
Despite her position, she could move if she wanted to. Get away. Run down the stairs and never look back. But his eyes were burning into her soul and his body was hot and hard against hers.
He pushed her back into the wall, and leaned against his hand, staring deep into her eyes.
She swallowed hard, and then blew out a painfully strangled breath, her eyes never peeling from his.
Their chests rose and fell together, and their breathing seemed to synchronize. They were the only two people in the world at that moment, and the only two that mattered. He loved her, and she knew that. She'd always known that. He'd walked away from her that night, because it was what she wanted. What she felt was best. But he'd wanted it all. Her. Them. And now the family that Jackass had.
He shifted his body, and pressed her harder into the wall, his hips seeming to dig into hers.
She gasped a few strangled breaths, and trembled with anticipation and need. She let her head fall back against the wall, as her lips parted between breaths.
He needed this. Her. Now. He didn't care about what came next, or what the consequences would be. He didn't care that they were in the middle of her hallway, and that there was a party with hundreds of people downstairs. He needed her, all of her.
She wasn't going to walk away from him now. She couldn't. She needed him. Needed a moment to get lost in the fantasy. A moment to feel what she'd always felt for him, deep in her heart. She needed, him.
He leaned in faster now, a sense of hesitant urgency starting build.
She tipped her head back, and closed her eyes, drawing in and holding a breath as his lips finally pressed against hers.
It was a soft kiss, tentative, almost hesitant. Like they were both afraid they'd wake up from this dream if things went much further.
The hesitancy was gone a second later, as they tasted each others lips.
His tongue was deep in her mouth after that. And he was kissing her and her him with a fire that came from the depths of their souls.
Erica was grasping at the front of this jacket, buttons popping open at the force of her tugging.
David had her pinned hard against the wall, and his lips were all over hers, working in a hard, raw, merciless rhythm.
His jacket fell open and she gripped at his shirt now, as she pressed her body into his.
When he was sure that they were both breathless and so intoxicated by the force of their lips, he peeled his from hers.
They were gasping against each other, both of their eyes fluttering softly. David's were open first and he was looking down at her, when hers finally opened.
She licked her lips, and he pressed into her as they seemingly stared each other down.
They knew to move. End it now. Take what they'd gotten from the kiss and run. But neither one of them was leaving.
She moved first, sliding her hands down past his chest slowly. Her fingers closed around the fastener of his belt a second later. Her eyes never left his, and she chewed on her lip, her fingers fast at work.
All he could do was lean into his hand, as she unfastened his belt with lightening fast speed. She was pulling it through the loops before he had time to breathe. She moaned softly, as it slid through the last loop.
He hissed her name, and pressed hard into her, which caused her hands to slide, and her fingers to pulse against the button of his pants.
Their eyes were still locked and she licked her lips, watching his eyes flash as she popped the button.
His lips crushed against hers in response. He couldn't help it, and he didn't want to. He slid her up the wall with the hand he pressed against her back. It wasn't soft, or sweet, or hesitant anymore. It was needy.
She murmured into his mouth, his tongue flicking against hers in perfect sync with her hand and the pulses it made against his waist as she worked his zipper down.
When he was sure she was up the wall enough, he used the arm that was against the wall, to slid around her back, as his other one blazed a fiery trail down the side of her stomach and over her hips. Her dress was soft and slick against his hand, easy to hike up with each movement of his fingers.
He worked her dress up her leg, and she slipped a few fingers in the slit opened by the zipper on his pants. Her fingers which were tracing the outline she could clearly feel of him in his boxer briefs, up towards the waistband.
He leaned to his side a little, pinning the side of her dress that he'd raised to the top of her thigh, while he repeated the movement with is other hand.
They were getting desperate now. And were so close to just ripping and tearing at their clothes, that they hurt.
She was sliding her hands into his boxers a second later, and he was raising the other side of her dress in almost the same instant.
He only had one hand to get the dress enough out of his way so that he could have full access to all of her, but that didn't slow him down. He tugged the two raised sides into his hands, and gave one more tug, raising it even higher, his lips still working hard and hot against hers.
Her fingers were deep inside his boxer brief's and she was just about to close them around him.
He shuddered hard against her, and his hand stilled, and his body fell into hers when she closed her fingers around him.
She gasped his name, sliding her hand up an down the length of him, needing to remember the way he felt in her hands. She worked her hand hard and fast, sliding the material of his boxers out of the way as she did it. Which meant less to work through when she ease him just enough out of them that he could have full access to all of her.
Her panties were red he thought, maybe a dark pink, it was hard to tell as they slid down her thighs.
She breathed a hard "oh" against his lips, and reluctantly peeled them from his. She wanted to press them against his throat. She'd wanted to since his head had started to tip backward at the feel of her hand around him.
He almost screamed when her lips met the middle of his throat in a sucking kiss.
She almost had him worked out of his boxers and she hadn't even slid them down more then an inch.
That was it, he couldn't take it anymore. His other arm slipped around her back, and he lifted her off her feet.
She knew what he was doing, and bent her legs, wrapping them around his waist as soon as she could.
He let out a growl, and pushed her hard into the wall.
The force of the move allowed her to slide him out of his boxer.
David drove her hard into the wall, and she gasped, moving her hips against him. She could feel him against her thighs now, and she had to bit her lip to keep from screaming.
He shifted his body and made sure that she was pressed against the door before he slid his hands around to her thighs.
She held her breath and chewed harder on her lip, feeling his hands on the side of her thighs as he pushed them hard against his waist.
His lips hovered over hers, and he breathed hard and ragged breaths against them. He used the hands he had on her thighs to move her against his body, making sure that she was positioned perfectly. He finally leaned in and crushed his lips to hers, forcing her back to fall hard against the wall.
She didn't even have to part her lips before his tongue drove into her mouth, at the same time he slammed into her. She screamed into his lips and arched her back, and pressed her chest hard into his.
His lips worked in much the same frenzied rhythm that his hips were. He wasn't waiting, and he couldn't. He was deep, and hard inside of her, and it was heaven. As corny and lame as that thought was, this was his heaven.
Her arms were around his neck her fingers threaded in his hair. Their kiss was rough and ragged , and their lips pulled and tugged at one another, as their bodies moved together in perfect stride.Her heels banged against his back, and she murmured into his lips, begging him to go deeper, harder, faster.
He slammed into her, and then pulled out, but he was slamming back in before even he expected. He was like a man possessed. He was so lost to her. To the way she tasted, the way she smelled, the way she felt under him, the way he felt inside of her.
Her hips moved up and down, grinding hard against his, making sure that he slid deeper and deeper inside of her.
This wasn't going to last very long, and they didn't care. This wasn't about love, or being together and expressing their feelings. This was about lose. Love. A little girl that should have been theirs. This was about need. This was about what should have been.
David dug his nails into her thigh, driving in and out of her, with the force of four years passions.
The spot he was hitting had her gasping for breaths against his lips, and causing her hips to rise and fall against his body faster and faster.
He squeezed her thighs hard against his waist and pounded into her, her back bouncing off the wall as they thoroughly fucked each other senseless.
His tongue flicked two maybe three more times, and he pressed her hard against his body, needing her as close as she could get when he went spinning over the edge. Two hard thrusts and a scream of his name into his tingling mouth, and he his body was exploding into shudders.
She held on with all he had as he burst into his release. She'd almost forgotten what it felt like when he exploded inside of her. She arched her back against him, and leaned into him, letting the feel of his body, and the force of his body shuddering on top of her, drive her further towards her release.
He nails scrapped down her thighs, and his tongue stilled in her mouth. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and his lips were parted against hers, but hardly moving. He didn't even have control enough to say her name as came deep inside of her.
His body fell into hers, and his lips slid against hers, and that was all it took. The force sliding him hard and deep inside of her. She didn't need anymore from him, she had it all, all she ever needed. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter and gripped at his hair, letting her release shoot up her body, her own body engulfed by mind blowing shudders.
Their entire encounter couldn't have lasted more then six or seven minutes, but it was by far the most fulfilling and explosive sex they ever had, together or apart.
It was a minute or so later, before either of them had regained enough composure to move. They still hadn't mastered the art of speaking again.
They both seemed to move at the same time. He slid his body a little, so that he slid out of her, and away fro her, so that she could straighten out and put her feet back on the floor.
Her dress fell down her thighs and straighten down around her legs. She still had her eyes closed, afraid to open them. Afraid to see the reality of the situation. She liked the fantasy. But she knew it had to end. She blew out a breath and let her eyes flutter open.
He was staring back at her, as he tucked his shirt back into his pants.
They didn't say anything. They didn't have too. Just like always, they could read each others minds and souls. Words were completely inadequate in the face of what they'd just done.
He flashed her a soft smile, and raised a soft hand to cup her cheek, offering her a silent vow of his love.
" Pierre," Jack said, watching the photographer jump at the sound of his name.
Jean Paul spun around, and turned around so that the was face to face with Jack. " Jean-Paul." He corrected softly.
" Have you seen my wife?" He asked, looking around the room for Erica.
" Yes sir." He nodded, " She and Alli's father, went to put her back to bed."
" I'm Alli's father." Jack barked at him, shaking his head as he started towards the stairs. God damn, why couldn't Hayward just stay away from them? " Erica," Jack called up the stairs.
David and Erica jumped, and stared at each other.
" Erica," He sounded, heading further up the stairs.
" Jackson," Erica said shaking her head at him as she appeared at the top of the stairs, " You'll wake Alli."
" Where is he?" Jack said, looking past her, trying to find Hayward. He was probably in with Alli. He should have never let Erica allow him anywhere near Alli.
" Who?" Erica questioned, trying to make her voice sound as calm as possible.
" David." He said.
" David?" She tossed back, " Why would David be here?"
" Pierre said he was."
" Jean-Paul saw David and I talking earlier. He probably just assumed that David was still with me." She explained, simply.
Jack narrowed his eyes at her, " Alright, fine, I don't really care where the hell Hayward is as long as he's not with Alli."
" He's not." She told him, flashing him a hesitant smile.
" The auction is getting ready to start." He said, remembering what he originally came to tell her.
She nodded, " Oh good." She smiled, staring down the stairs.
Jack nodded, turning around and starting down the stairs with her
Erica cast a few glances over her shoulder as they made their way down the stairs, catching David's eyes where he was ducking around into the doorway of the guest room. This was certainly going to be a night she'd never forget.
To be continued…