CHAPTER 119

(EVA)

I open my eyes and move, wincing slightly at the soreness deep inside me. Gideon had made good on his pledge to take me on every flat surface in the kitchen, we had then moved to the huge living room and then ended up in the bedroom. He had also not been kidding when he said we were going to be at each other for the entire night. He eventually relented and let me sleep sometime in the early hours of the morning. I stretch and yawn as I glance at the bed and I smile. Gideon is there, he had clearly worn himself out in the process of making good on his pledge.

My eyes roam over him as he lies there on his back, one knee bent slightly and he is totally naked. He has one arm thrown above his head, lying across his pillow and one is at his side, bent slightly with his hand resting against his chest. My eyes move lower, the sheet is tangled around his hips, and with a smirk I carefully move it a little to expose his lower body. I am shocked to note his dick is still semi hard even now after the marathon sessions of yesterday and last night. It is lying heavily across his lower abdomen and as I drink him in he starts to stir.

My greedy eyes travel up to his just as they open and I am hit with those beautiful sapphire orbs. I watch as he slowly comes to consciousness and realisation hits him that he has slept the night in the same bed as me.

"Angel… I'm sorry" he begins but I shake my head.

"Why? Nothing happened, you are doing so well. You've not had a nightmare for a while now" I say.

"Angel, I was irresponsible… I forgot to take my medicine, I fell asleep and.." he says, fading off as he shakes his head. He is mentally beating himself up over what he sees as his irresponsibility and I can see he is starting to get agitated at the thought of what could've happened.

"Gideon, stop. Just stop right now, nothing bad happened. You have improved so significantly; I believe it won't be long before you will be spending the entire night with me regularly. Haven't we been having test runs at home and you have been just fine, what is the difference?"

I watch as he thinks about this and then he pulls me towards him and down on top of him.

"I don't want to hurt you Angel" he whispers as he runs his hand through my hair.

"And you won't" I reassure him. I lean down and press a kiss to his lips and that is enough for me to feel him turn to stone beneath me.

"Angel" he murmurs and his hands start to restlessly roam over me, pushing my nightshirt out of the way.

I help him by pulling it over my head and tossing it to the side and then I kiss him again, and moving I start to pepper his neck and chest with kisses. Suddenly he moves, grasping me tightly he rolls us so he is on top and he starts doing the same thing to me. He sits up straddling me, before urging my legs open with his knee. Wordlessly he makes his way down my body, kissing, licking and touching me that way he does which makes me want him inside me desperately, despite the fact that he has been inside me for the majority of the last 12 hours.

"You can't possibly want more" I say, to which he just grins at me.

"I always want more when it comes to you Angel, you make me insatiable". He pauses, as he seems to realise that maybe I don't want any more, but I grasp his ass and urge him closer in a wordless affirmation that I want him as much as he wants me.

He thrusts a finger inside me and his eyes light up and I see self-satisfied male pride fill his face.

"I can feel myself inside you Angel, I can feel my come, coating you" he whispers. "You have no idea how that turns me on" he adds.

I smile at him and open my legs wider as he grasps his now solid dick and rubs it along my entrance before sliding inside me.

"Oh Jesus Christ" he mutters as he pushes himself in, "You are so slick with my come" he gasps and I can see and feel just how much this fact has turned him on, as he starts to move.

He grabs me again and rolls us once more so that I'm on top again. I scramble slightly to adjust my position and then I start to move. His hands come up and he gently kneads my breasts, then quite suddenly his hands move and he sits up. Gripping me tightly to him I wrap my legs around him as he moves us and we settle into another steady if somewhat lazy rhythm. Then quite suddenly he moves again and pulls out of me. I look up at him and I see the dominant possessive look in his eyes so I know what is coming. He flips me on to my stomach and lifting me on to my knees he thrusts deep into me from behind and while I was expecting this I gasp at the change of pace as he now jackhammers into me, gripping my hips tightly. I smile, I know what has brought this on. He always says that feeling his come inside me makes him feel like he has marked me in some way and it exacerbates all his possessive tendences.

He tells me how much he loves me, how much it turns him on to feel his come inside me. He whispers that he is going to fill me again and that I'm to take it all.

I feel myself starting to tighten and the tell tale signs that I am also reaching my climax. "Gideon" I moan as I feel my body reaching the point of no return.

"Come for me Angel, come now and squeeze me hard, make me come and take every last fucking drop" he growls as his pace increases even more.

I obediently come with a yell and I grip the sheet as the sensation flows through me. He continues to thrust grunting on every stroke. Then quite suddenly he holds himself so deep inside me and lets out a curse.

"EVA, FUCK " he yells and I feel him filling me once more with his hot seed as he comes profusely.

Once again we are a hot, sweaty panting mess. He collapses on top of me, "I cannot actually believe you have come again" I mutter lazily and I hear a chuckle.

I feel his breath on my back and small sweet sensual kisses pepper my neck and shoulders.

"It's all for you Angel, every last drop" he says.

"I really think we need a shower" I mutter and I hear another chuckle in response, before he lifts his weight from me. He gently pulls out and I hear him curse again.

"Oh fuck that is so hot" he mutters.

I turn to look and see his dick, still semi hard literally covered and dripping with come.

Wordlessly he leads me into the bathroom and starts the shower.

oooOOOooo

One week later…

I sigh as I reluctantly pack our bag. Not much is returning to New York with us as the majority of the clothing stays here. I have finished doing the laundry, put fresh sheets on the bed and repacked the closet. I smile as I shut the closet door. Gideon cannot understand why I always insist on doing this, telling me the team who take care of this place for us would do it. But it is something I just like to do. This is the worst bit of our vacation, knowing we have to get out of our bubble and return to civilisation. Gideon has been in touch with New York though albeit intermittently throughout the vacation mainly when I have been catching up on my sleep.

I think back over the past week, it was an amazing time. I had been thoroughly spoilt… and fucked. I smile as I glance out of the window, the tide is in at the moment as I can hear it under the house, so the beach where he had comprehensively taken me on several occasions the past week is obscured. I let out a loud sigh as I glance around to check everything is as it should be.

As I leave the bedroom and drop the bags near the front door, I walk into the living room and pause as I take in my husband. He is sitting staring at his phone as if he can't actually believe what he is seeing. I look carefully at him, he has no colour in his cheeks and his hands are trembling slightly, so something has upset him.

"Gideon" I say quietly.

He doesn't even respond, he is clearly lost in his thoughts about whatever has happened.

I move closer and touch his shoulder, he jumps violently and turns to look at me. "Angel" he mutters.

"Gideon, what's wrong?" I ask.

He smiles but it is brittle and forced, "I… nothing" he says.

I frown at him, "And I call bullshit, so let's try that again shall we" I say, "what's wrong Ace?" I ask.

He smiles as he hears the nickname I gave him when we first met.

He licks his lips and opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I sit down beside him knowing whatever it is, it is something huge. I touch his arm and he swallows hard, before looking down at his phone once more, then he just wordlessly hands it to me with an almost resigned look on his face.

I take it and see immediately it is an email. I look at the sender and I gasp; it is from his friend Miranda at Finding Family the company who I used to find Ana. I wonder why she is contacting him now as everything is sorted with regard to Frank. I start to read and as I do I feel like I've had a bucket of water thrown over me.

TO: Gideon Cross

FROM: Miranda Bennett (Finding Family Inc)

DATE: 14th August 2015 08:27

SUBJECT: Genealogical Query

Hello Gideon,

I am writing to you as we have had a young man contact us recently hoping to find his biological parents. He is thirteen years old and was adopted at birth, the only information he has is his biological mother's name, and where he was born. His biological mother is named as Corrine Hamilton. Obviously, I recognised the name immediately as we were all friends at college, but at first, I assumed it would be another Corrine Hamilton, that is until I saw his place of birth which was New London, Connecticut. Which as we both know is where Corrine's parents live. Given that, I tried to access his adoption records, which were closed and more interestingly sealed. Something which is not normally done. As a genealogical tracing company, we have privileged access to adoption records, to help with our investigations, but we were denied access which is most unusual. Given the boy's date of birth and his age, places the time he was conceived right at the time you were with Corrine and also more importantly around the time she asked you to marry her.

I am so sorry to have to drop this on you, but would there be any chance you could give me a DNA sample so I can confirm or rule you out as this boys' biological father?...

I stop reading, my mind whirling at what I have just read, Gideon could have a son. I wordlessly hand Gideon his phone back and stand up. This seems to panic him as he reaches for me grasping my hand.

"Angel" he gasps.

I hold up my hand, "Just give me a moment" I say and he reluctantly releases me as I start to pace.

"I don't think he's yours" I say eventually.

"But" he begins shaking his head, and I hold up my hand again.

"Hear me out" I say as I pace around some more. Knowing what a bitch Corrine was and how she tried to split us up when she returned to the states after her marriage broke up, something doesn't feel right about this. My gut is telling me she is hiding something… something significant.

"My gut is telling me he's not yours Gideon, first of all Corrine asked you to marry her, so she had obviously discovered she was pregnant and was looking to legitimise that pregnancy. You started to pull away at that point… am I right?" I ask and Gideon nods.

"I did, you know I did, I was looking for a way out as soon as I said yes" he says curtly.

I smile, "Exactly, you pulled away and you two started drifting apart. So, my point is why didn't she tell you she was pregnant at that point? It would've been a perfect opportunity for her to get her claws into you as you would've done the right thing and married her, no questions asked".

I pause and let Gideon take that in, I watch as he thinks about that and he nods.

"Who else was in your circle of friends at that time?" I ask.

Gideon looks at me as he tries to think, "More specifically males in your circle, males who got on really well with Corrine" I add somewhat sarcastically making it clear what I am really alluding to.

Gideon's eyes widen "Giroux" he says incredulously.

"So, that kind of answers why she ran off with him then" I say with a shrug.

"But not why she abandoned her child" Gideon says.

I must admit that does confuse things a bit. I pace around some more, and that is when the doubts start to circle. Maybe she was seeing them both at the same time, and didn't know who was the father of her baby.

I stop pacing, and turn towards Gideon, "You need to do this DNA test" I say adamantly.

"What are you thinking Angel?" Gideon asks carefully.

I take a deep breath, as I try and work everything out. "Well, she was seeing you then she discovers she is pregnant, but she doesn't tell you which tells me she was sleeping with someone else at the same time. What if she had no idea who the father to her baby was, what if she realises you and she are drifting apart and so she decides to end things with you and go with Giroux. What if it's not as I always suspected, which was a ploy to make you jealous, but desperation to legitimise the pregnancy. However, then she realises she can't be sure who the father of her baby is, if she has been seeing both of you at the same time. Giroux knew she loved you more than she loved him, he threw that at us many times when you called him to come and take care of her when we got engaged. So, there is no way on earth he would raise your kid, and she knew that but there is also the chance it could be his so she knows she has screwed things up with you and him if she lets on that she is having a baby and she is in danger of losing both of you. Therefore, she decides to cut her losses, she sees you are pulling away from her so she makes the decision to ditch the kid and then leave the country with Giroux. That way she will also see if you try and stop her, and see if your relationship can be salvaged which you don't, you just let her go. So, she goes through with the relationship with Giroux which was ultimately doomed, not because as we all thought, she loved you more - although that probably played a part as well, but because she was hiding this whopping secret from her husband that she'd had a kid, which could've been his or could also have been yours".

Gideon takes in everything I have said and then looks up at me a lost expression on his face, "Tell me what to do" he says, "But also tell me that whatever the outcome, this won't end us?" he adds almost desperately.

I sit down beside him, and take his hand in mine. "Gideon, as long as you are completely honest with me and you do the right thing. The right thing for yourself and you do the right thing by that boy then there is no way it can end us. You have my total support whatever you decide to do, but I believe you should contact Miranda and make an appointment to see her and organise a DNA test to find out first of all if you are this boys father, you owe him and yourself that much, and then depending on the result you take it from there".

"I don't want to bring Corrine back into our lives" he says.

"You don't have to" I say, "She made the decision to walk away, admittedly she came out of the woodwork when it came out about Ana being my sister when she tried to do that stupid book but she soon vanished again when Ana put her in her place. You had no idea about this until you got that email so why should you inform her now of what has happened?" I say.

"If I am that boy's father, then she will make contact when that fact becomes public… because it will" he argues.

"Then we cross that bridge when we get to it, however I think there is one person you should reach out to and that is Jean Francois Giroux. He also has the right to know he could possibly have a son, plus it helps that boy discover the truth. Plus if you contact him and get him on side, as much as he dislikes you, he will appreciate you being honest with him… and it also eliminates the grudge he held over you for years as this makes it clear Corrine was using you both, something you could point out if he starts getting snippy about it".

Gideon thinks about that and nods, "I might talk to Christian as well, get his perspective on this. After all he was adopted, he could help me see things from this boy's perspective, plus I know I can trust Christian not to take it to the media".

"That's a brilliant idea" I say and I give him a reassuring squeeze.

With that Gideon stands and he is now filled with purposeful confidence in what he has to do. "Let's go home Angel" he says.

I stand and slip my hand into his and silently we leave our anniversary bubble behind as we close the door on the beach house.