Chapter 9: Détente – part 6
A nagging feeling that something was amiss nudged Addison awake. The bed felt wrong, and her quarters smelled different. Not bad, but not her home’s familiar scent. Ashlynn felt further away than she should, while Jake was close by when he should have been at Myers’.
Myers. Memories of the shagfest rushed back. Addison managed to be aroused, smug, and annoyed with herself simultaneously. It would be hard to maintain her façade of disinterest now that she allowed the prat to bed her, and he’d worn her down with nothing more than a kiss. At least he’d shown his weakness as well. She had bruises and carpet burn to prove it, and the man’s firm body curled up behind hers.
Addison lay still, sensing Myers with her mind and her body. He slept soundly with one arm draped over her side and his hand resting on her abdomen. Somehow the position didn’t summon phantoms from the past. The physical contact only goaded her hormones. Her nipples hardened, and she felt her temperature rise.
Being careful not to wake him, Addison rolled over, slid her hand under the sheet, and took hold of him. Slowly and carefully she worked his cock, slowing when he seemed close to awakening. You’re dreaming, she assured him as her breathing quickened and heart sped up. She’d keep at it until she couldn’t wait any longer.
Addison was such a frikkin’ tease.
Shane lay on his back as she’d asked while she slid her nimble fingers over his dick. A moan escaped him as he inched closer to climax. I want to be—
Not yet. The darkness in their bedroom obscured her face, but he imagined her salacious grin.
Shane willed himself to stay still while Addison amused and aroused them both. His hips bucked when he couldn’t stand it any more. Please!
Addison’s hand didn’t miss a beat as she climbed on top of him. “If you insist,” she purred as she lowered herself on him.
Hot slickness enveloped Shane with agonizing slowness. Trembling, he whimpered, “Addison, you’re—”
Come on, then, Myers. Time to wake up.
Shane’s eyes snapped open. That bitch Harris was on top of him. Not Addison. Addison wouldn’t have crushed his trust and tossed it aside. Recalling how they’d given in to desire did little to assuage his anger. Shane snarled despite the pleasure she was giving him. She thinks she can take advantage? I’ll show her.
Harris’ eyes went wide in the instant it took for Shane to act. Using physical strength and telekinesis he grabbed her hips and took control. After a few violent thrusts he came, followed by her. Although it wasn’t as good as last time, the orgasm was far better than any he’d get from picking up a woman at the bar.
Once his vision had cleared and he’d caught his breath, Shane pushed Harris off him. We’re done here, he informed her, pulling up his mental shields. Then he strode toward the bathroom, expecting her to be gone when he returned.
Harris’ aural and telepathic shout made Shane smirk. Then the books on his nightstand sailed past him, one clipping his shoulder, and the woman clawed at his shields. In her fury she partially broke through, stabbing pain through his head. But Shane opened the door and continued into the hallway. Any reaction would forfeit his victory.
Prefer your little knock off model, then? Too bad she screwed you.
Shane halted in mid-stride. She knows— He took a deep breath and triple-checked his shields. She knows about Joon. FUCK!
Jake’s crying and Rose’s hurried footsteps brought him to his senses. Shane ducked into the bathroom as Rose’s bedroom door opened. Shane heard her hurry to Jake’s room. Her muffled voice crooned, “Jakey, honey, what’s the matter?”
Leaning on the cool marble countertop, Shane tried to calm himself. Jake needed him. One glance in the mirror showed that he was in no state to do so. Between his mussed hair, scratches on his shoulders, and faint dark circles, he looked like he’d had a few rounds with a whore. His face flushed with anger as he realized he couldn’t heal the damned scratches fully without his— GODDAMMIT! The encryption key! He reached mentally for Harris. The bitch was gone.
Jake’s wails redoubled. “Daddy and Mommy are fighting,” he sobbed, “and Daddy hates Mommy and—”
Rose shushed his son and made comforting noises. “Your daddy, mommy, and I love you very much. It’s all right…”
Jake’s turmoil pierced Shane’s anger and resentment. After donning his alien calm long enough to bring his endocrine and autonomic systems under control, Shane wrapped a towel around his waist and touched his mind to Jake’s. Be a good boy and listen to Rose. I’ll be right there. His son’s anxiety halved.
Two minutes later Shane, now wearing his bathrobe, strode into Jake’s room. His son and the nanny looked up. The woman was plainly curious, but knew better than to ask questions. Jake, however, smiled through his tears and reached for Shane, sniffling “Daddy!”
Shane scooped him up, smiling himself when Jake hugged his neck. “S’alright, kiddo,” he murmured, rubbing the boy’s back. To Rose he said, “Thank you. I’ll take it from here.”
Rose nodded as she stood. “Good night, Dr. Myers.” She tousled Jake’s curls on her way to the door. “Good night, Jake.”
Jake’s reply was muffled by Shane’s shoulder. “Night, Rose.”
Once Rose had left Shane sat on Jake’s bed, setting the boy on his lap. On impulse he kissed the top of Jake’s head. I’m sorry I upset you, buddy.
Jake met his eyes seriously. He replied orally and telepathically, “It’s okay, Daddy. You and Rose and Svetlana and Lynn and Mommy always make me feel better.” The last of Jake’s anxiety gave way to love, curiosity, and a bit of unease. “Mommy was here.”
Shane bit back anger as quickly as he could, but not before Jake felt it. His son’s unease grew. She was.
Shh, Shane chided. Talk this way.
Jake’s curls bounced from his nod. Lynn and I love Mommy. Why do you hate her?
Shane sighed. I don’t hate her. Jake’s frown said that he disagreed. Sometimes your mommy makes me angry.
A lot, Jake corrected. Shane shrugged. It wasn’t like he could argue the point. Mommies and daddies are supposed to live together, he added.
Jake, we’ve been over this.
Jake was undeterred. If they live together then they love each other and their kids and everyone’s happy.
Shane was really, really sick of this conversation. Nevertheless he mustered his patience and gave his usual reply. It’s not that simple, Jakey. I wish it were, but it’s not.
Make it simple, Jake pouted.
Shane hugged him closer for a moment. I would if I could, buddy.
Jake chewed his lip silently for a few moments. Then, wobbling, he stood on Shane’s lap and hugged him as hard as he could.
“Whoa, Jake,” Shane gasped as he returned the hug. “Thanks, but I need air.” Jake pulled back with a sad smile and kissed him on the cheek. Bemused, Shane asked, “What was that for?”
“Because I love you and don’t want you to be angry.”
Shane sat his son down on his lap before he toppled to the floor. “I love you, too. And I’m not angry at you. You know that, right?”
Jake nodded. “I know. And I know that Mommy loves you and you love Mommy—” The kid prattled right through Shane’s warning look. “—and Lynn likes you, which is good ’cause she doesn’t like a lot of people, and you and Mommy don’t like each other but I wish you did.”
Shane blinked at his son. He almost argued the “you love Mommy” part, but decided against it. Once Jake had his mind made up there was no changing it. Instead he said, I wish we did, too. Then he set his son on the bed and lay down beside him. “I don’t know about you, but I’m sleepy.”
“You’re too big for this bed!” Jake giggled. Nevertheless he snuggled up to Shane. “Not sleepy now, but I will be.”
“Mmm-hmm,” Shane agreed. “Me, too.” Focusing on his son help him not think about Harris, Joon, or the encryption key. Jake came before all of that.