K I E R O N

Chapter |12| Flowers and Scooter

K I E R O N ' S P. O. V

Running my hands over the chiseled plains of his chest, I sink into his embrace, trying to muffle the bestial sounds that rip from my core as he pumps me faster.

"You like that?" His torture is merciless, switching back to those slow languid strokes that drive me crazy.

Nodding violently, I almost give myself whiplash and grip onto the edge of the shower glass.

Water beats down all around us, the deafening pour like music to my ears. My head slumps onto his shoulder as he moves up to circle the tip again.

I'm not allowed to touch him. Those are the rules at hand.

How I f*****g regret agreeing to his sick sadistic games? Then again, Jacob could ask me for anything and I would run to deliver it on a silver platter for him.

"Only good guys are allowed to c*m, but you've been bad beyond f*****g reproach."

A strangled groan comes out of me as more pre c*m leaks out of my swollen c**k. He uses the lubrication to thumb the head. Every flutter of movement vibrates through my body.

"I'm...sorry."

Those silvery eyes glitter with power. "For what?" When he cups my balls, I almost burst, blowing deep breaths to hold it all in.

I'm not allowed to c*m until he says yes.

The rules.

I've never played such a submissive part before, usually possessed with dominance despite our equal footing relationship. Though I'm not gonna lie, I kind of like the idea of him taking care of me, delivering the ultimate pleasure if only I ensure the hardships now.

"I'm sorry for not telling you about the fight at Ripley's school." No doubt our biggest argument to date.

Jacob was at work, constantly drowning with the masses of paperwork Kiara piles on him, not to mention that the expansion means frequent trips to the South and Dubai.

I've been taking care of Ripley in the meantime, a job I no doubt love. Then I got a call that Rip had been fighting with another boy at school. I went in and dealt with it, had a few strict words with Ripley and then didn't tell Jacob.

Bad mistake. Should have asked my sister or Tess for advice first on what to do, but f**k, I did it.

He found out, and became pissed. Naturally.

I didn't understand because Ripley was thriving at school now, showered with compliments after our talk and no more fights occurred.

Apparently my argument wasn't valid, that Jacob wasn't even in the country, and he didn't need more added to his plate, also the fact he would have blown it way out of proportion, making Ripley feel worse.

Something I'll do anything to avoid.

It's been a long tiring week of me sleeping on the couch, avoiding Ripley's questions as to why and dealing with the silent treatment.

Then I woke up with a sticky note plastered to my face.

You want forgiveness? Prove you can actually listen to what I say and surrender completely to my control. P.S hurry up, the shower is getting cold.

I sprinted into the bathroom with a grin, excitement flooding through. Make up s*x hadn't been something we ever needed, but I knew it would be amazing.

Although this is definitely not what I expected.

His hand squeezed a little tighter. I screw my eyes shut. "Promise to talk to me next time. To always run with truth over white lies you think are better to use."

"f**k, I promise!" My hand slams into the tile, forehead meeting his wet shoulder.

His fingers curl around my thick length. I'm known for my self resistance but ever man has his limits, and I think I'm about to reach mine.

"You want to bloody c*m now?"

"Yes, f**k yes." Dropping my c**k, he turns to grip the metal shower pipes, ass sticking out, ripe for me.

I almost c*m when it grazes my c**k. "You can c*m, when I do." Clenching my jaw, I fight the frisson of nerves that threaten to explode as I gently push him into him.

His groans echo out, becoming louder as I start to f**k him savagely. We both know we prefer either position when having s*x, but Jacob has always fallen into submission when he's my bottom.

I wonder if this is his way of testing himself, seeing how long he clung to the loose tethers of control.

Our skin violently slaps against each other, the thudding noise battling the roar of the water. "You like it don't you? Being beneath me like my b***h, under my f*****g control, my power."

"I'm still in control." He barely manages to choke out.

Wrenching him up against my chest, I fist his c**k as tightly as he held mine, rubbing him closer to the edge. "Don't fool yourself Charming, we all know who has who by the balls here."

Then I reach down, squeezing his jewels as I sink into the deepest point. "f**k-

I swallow his moans with a brutal kiss, thrusts becoming sloppier as I drain into him. We breathe each other's air, drinking in the pleasure we both gift each other.

"God, I love you." I nuzzle my nose into his neck, inhaling his naturally warm scent.

His hair tickles my skin, as he sinks into my hold. "I love you too."

Pressing my lips into his temple, I slowly pull out, massaging his sore ass. "Am I forgiven?"

"Yes. Just promise to tell me next time, the whole ugly truth."

"I swear." My lips curl. "Good job trying to act all Aaron on me."

"Aaron?" He laughs. "I admit the idea of enticing an apology from you was given from him. Him and your sister have really wild s..."

"Nope. I don't want to hear it." I reach for the shower gel to clean off.

"I was going to say stories."

I grimace. "Still don't need to know."

"Fair enough." I feel his arms envelop my waist, chin pressing against my cheek. "We've got at least an hour until the surprise for Ripley, I say you let me f**k you into oblivion this time."

"Oblivion? Wow, I must be really good."

"Shut up." Charming murmurs, dragging me back under the rush of water.

***

"Is it a toy?" Ripley guesses again, eager eyed for me to divulge more details.

I shake my head, "You'll never get it."

"Hmm, what about those cars on tv? The ones I can drive."

Jacob gives me a pointed glare. f**k, I really want to get Ripley one of those. Mostly because they look cool but also because what kid doesn't want to drive his own car.

"Then howsie about a dinosaur?"

We both laugh, clutching one of his tiny hands in each other ours as we walk along the sidewalk. "It's how, Rip. Remember I told you about this yesterday."

"Oh yeah. Sorry daddy."

"It's okay," Jacob struggles not to laugh, shaking his head at his son. "Just wait a few minutes and you'll find out."

We finally reach the freshly refurbished building, painted a orange with the sign The Flower Bee, hanging down. The name was curated by Ripley, of course he had no idea it was would be the concept of the my new business venture.

"Woah!" He gapes at the shop, decorated in an abundance of fresh flowers. The display bouquets follow a dark theme for opening weekend with the concept of blues, green and purples to create a sleek appearance.

"You want to go in?" I slot the newly cut key inside, and he immediately runs in, basking in the floral aroma.

"It's better than I imagined." Jacob murmurs, pressing his lips into my cheek with pride.

"Well, I had a good realtor." It's true that none of this would have been possible without him.

Not only did he find the place, get the contracts drawn up, but he pushed me to chase the dream that otherwise had remained futile.

"Is this the surprise?" Ripley asks apprehensively.

"Rip!"

"Hey it's fine. I would be disappointed too if a crummy old shop was the only thing here for me. Let's go to the back."

He starts to run, forcing me to grab his hand before he trips over the bits and pieces all scattered over the floor. "Come here." I swing him onto my shoulders, ducking as we reach the garden area.

"Rebecca?" Red hair peeks up, those glasses forming her indistinguishable appearance.

"Hey guys, sorry I had these in." She dangles the earphone up, the crate near her leg. Her face brightens when she sees Ripley, and she bends down to cradle the small animal in her arms.

"You must be Ripley? This is Scooter, and I hear that you have a very good home for him."

Setting Ripley down, Rebecca carefully lowers Scooter into his arms. I crouch down to help him, adjusting his hold so the puppy is supported.

"He's sleeping." Ripley whispers to me and his dad.

Jacob wears a smile unlike any other I've seen before. It's almost enough to make me cry.

"Yeah buddy, we have to be careful with him because he's just a baby."

I silently thank Rebecca, though she shrugs it off and begins to move some of the crap ready for opening weekend.

She was the first person I hired, almost a personal assistant with everything she's helped me with these past few weeks and she just happened to have a golden retriever that had its first litter.

I wasn't looking for a dog, but then Rebecca brought the little bundle of blondness to the shop and my heart did that somersaulting thing it does for Rip and Jacob.

That's how I knew this dog was ours. The perfect addition to our family.

"He loves it." Jacob murmurs, stepping closer to my back. His arms envelop me into a strong hold as we watch Ripley gently rock the sleeping pup.

"I love him, you know that right?" There would never be any doubt in my mind that if, god forbid, Jacob and I didn't last, I would always be there for Rip.

"I know. He loves you too."

They play for a few hours once Scooter wakes up. The small puppy chasing Ripley in an adorable manner whilst Jacob and I finish up some work.

I sent Rebecca home since there's only a few more boxes to unveil and tidy up. "I'm thinking the 21st for the opening?"

Jacob pops his head up from sweeping the floor and flashes that charming smile. "Sounds good to me."

A gentle breeze rushes in from the open door, the sound of cabs and bustling New York filters in from the outdoors. "Rip careful. Don't knock anything." He moved away from the displays, playing near the doorway instead.

"You think we need a bigger place?" The question pops into my mind, considering the apartment is currently only a two bedroom with limited space for a dog.

He grins, dropping the brush to lean across the counter and kiss me. "You read my mind,"

"Really...you know any good realtors?"

"Asshole." He laughs, gently slugging my chest.

"Daddy!" Ripley screams, the sound tearing into my chest as we look up.

Someone grabs our son, running down the sidewalk, leaving Scooter barking at air. I hop over the counter, sprinting without any thought.

"Ripley!" I scream, and he cries in response for me, cleaving my chest in two. "Rip!"

No, no, no. The bastard jumps into the back of the van with Ripley, doors slamming shut before I'm even there and they speed off.

Memorising the plate, I run into the street for a taxi but the entire road is empty. Not people, not cars, no witnesses but us.

I look back at Jacob, still shocked to my core with tears streaming down my face. He lets out an anguished cry, sinking to his knees and I wonder if this is it.

If this is what breaks us.

Because I recognised that f*****g bastard. The same one who stole my wallet, the same one that I failed to kill.

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A/N: Thoughts on the chapter??

Who will save Ripley?