A Family Affair (A Taboo Tale #2) (3 page)

"Yeah," Jess said, crossing her arms. "I just
want a cappuccino."

"Oh they make a killer capp here," the man
grinned. He jutted out his hand. "Mark."

Jess shook it. "Jessica." She took a step
forward. "So you're a...pilot?"

He let out a chuckle. "Not quite. Flight
attendant."

"Oh," Jess said, her cheeks burning. "That's
cool."

"But where's my ditzy personality and double
D rack?" Mark joked. "I studied law but my heart was never in the
courtroom. Now I see the world."

"Lucky you," Jess said nervously. She was
glad she was next in line. Mark seemed nice enough, but she didn't
need any distractions. She had to be on her A game when she saw
Davis.

She swiped her coffee and headed to her gate,
arriving just as boarding began. They'd already called first class,
so she just slid in line.

Once she was on the plane, she stuffed her
suitcase in the compartment and sunk into her seat.

When she heard a familiar voice, her heart
stuttered in her chest. It was Mark. When their eyes met, he gave
her a toothy grin that made her want to melt in a puddle.

"Fancy seeing you here," he said with a
wink.

"Yeah," Jess said, chewing her lip. "Fancy."
She did an unconscious facepalm. What the heck was wrong with her?
What was it about this man that reduced her to a bumbling
idiot?

But as she fastened her seatbelt, she knew
the answer. Davis had awoken a primal need for an older, more
patient and skilled lover. And the fact that this man didn't have
the pesky hangups of being her stepfather just sweetened the
pot.

As the plane prepared for liftoff, Jess found
herself stealing glances at Mark. She wondered what it would feel
like if she buried her fingers in his hair, drawing him to her
chest. His lush lips would probably feel amazing on her ample 38C
tits. She could already feel her nipples hardening as he gave her a
wink and made his way to his seat for takeoff.

The engines buzzed to life and Jess dug her
fingers into the armrest. The vibrations were sending wave after
wave of pleasure through her body. She ran a shaky hand through her
blonde locks. That settled it...she was gonna join the mile high
club.

When the seatbelts light dinged off, Jess
swiped a bit of the SkyMall magazine and dinged the call button. A
female attendant moved to answer the call, but Mark stopped her,
striding toward Jess with a smirk at his lips.

"What can I-" he closed his mouth as she
passed him the note. He turned and walked down the aisle. After he
pulled back the curtain, Jess unbuckled her seatbelt and made her
way to the bathroom.

When Mark pushed inside, she pounced on him,
her lips exploring his.

He pulled back, caressing her cheek. "Take it
easy, Jessica. It's a three hour flight." He ran his hands down the
length of her body, tracing her curves. His fingers were at her
tennis dress, sliding his tips into the string on her thongs.

Jess let out a moan of delight as his thick
fingers probed her honey slit, swirling in her juices.

She slid onto the sink and spread her
legs.

Mark crouched to his knees, eyeing her pussy
with anticipation.

"You have the most beautiful cunt I've ever
seen," he cooed.

"It tastes even better than it looks," Jess
teased. But when Mark spread her soft lips and buried his mouth in
her pussy, he didn't tease or toy. His tongue found his way to her
hot little knob and swirled about it before taking it between his
lips and sucking it.

Jess threw her head back, not even minding
the jolt of pain as it collided with the mirror.

His mouth found its way to her juicy warmth.
He let out a moan of pleasure as he worked his mouth, sending
vibrations of delight over Jess's body.

She grabbed a tuff of his hair and pulled him
out from between her legs. "Fuck me. I NEED you to fuck me."

He took a step back and unzipped his fly as
Jess slid from the sink and turned to the toilet. She braced her
hands on the plastic seat, perking her tight ass in the air.

Mark gave it a cracking slap that evoked a
moan from Jess.

"Give me your cock," she begged. "Give it to
me NOW."

She sunk her teeth into her tender bottom lip
as he entered her velvet pussy, sliding inside her moistness like a
butterknife sliding through a slice of chocolate cake.

His hands were firm and sure as he crashed
into her, plunging his cock deep inside her.

"God that pussy feels good on this cock," he
moaned. He lifted one of her legs and penetrated her even deeper,
his thrusts swift and carnal. He wanted her and that knowledge set
Jess on fire.

"I want you to cum inside me," Jess said
hoarsely, her eyes rolling back in her head. "I want you to melt
into me."

"Oh that can be arranged," Mark said, his
movements wild and frenzied. "Your pussy just feels so good...I
don't think I can hold on any longer."

"Then don't," Jess goaded. "Cum in my pussy.
Fill me up, baby."

"Oh god," Mark said through clenched teeth.
"I'm coming. Oh god I'm COMING!"

Jess knew it already--she felt him shoot his
warmth deep inside her, his strong body shuddering. But now that
she was coming down from her high, she suddenly felt hollow and
empty like someone scooped out her insides.

"You were amazing," Mark grinned. "I should
get your-"

Jess turned the volume off, closing her eyes.
Why had she thought fucking some stranger would bring her any
peace? Didn't her roll in the hay with her ex teach her
anything?

Chapter Six

An Attraction (Sara)

"Well isn't this a, uh, great surprise!" Sara
said, hoping that her grimace came off as more of a smile.

Jessica stood in her doorway, suitcase in
hand with her golden skin glittering beneath the afternoon sun.
Sara had only met Jess once, at Davis and her mother's wedding. She
remembered being slightly jealous at how Jess had commanded
attention in a violet dress that accentuated her youthful curves
and turned heads with her flowing hair and a daisy behind an ear.
She'd exuded fresh sensuality and everyone slurped it up. Sara was
just the frumpy writer whose days were spent lounging, waiting for
inspiration…and her relaxed lifestyle had padded her curves that
used to cut and tease.

That had been over a year ago but Sara still
felt a spark of that feeling. Jess was still breathtaking, even
with shorter hair and her body masked in an oversized coverup.

Sara shepherded her niece indoors, lugging
her heavy carry on. How long was she planning on staying?

Jess stood in the foyer, scanning the room in
awe. "Davis always talked about how great the Carolina summer house
was but clearly he was downplaying it." She traced an antique end
table with multicolored vases and framed butterfly wings. "This
place is fantastic!"

Sara perked an eyebrow. "I've seen Davis'
McMansion. This place is like the slums compared to that
atrocity."

Her niece stopped and stared at an old Vogue
ad Sara picked up at a garage sale. "No Aunt Sara, this place is
amazing." She touched the edge of the sign and let out a small
chuckle. "It's artsy and low key. The perfect hideaway for a
creative."

Sara smiled in spite of herself. Davis always
called her things rusty junk. It was nice to see someone find the
value and beauty beneath the age and wear.

"So does Davis know you're in town?" Sara
asked, leading Jess into the kitchen.

"Nah," Jess said with a nervous smile. "I
just really needed to see him." Jess walked over to the nook and
climbed onto the stool. "It was kind of an impromptu trip. I hope
that’s okay."

"Of course!" Sara walked to the fridge and
pulled out a jug of apple juice. "How long are you in town
for?"

"Not sure," Jess replied with a shrug. "That
kind of depends on Davis."

Sara bristled at the way her brother's name
fell from her lips. It was like she peeled back the layers to what
was beneath. She said his name as one spoke of a lover--all stolen
glances and flushed cheeks.

Stop it
, she thought silently. Davis had told her the whole story,
all about Jess' abusive boyfriend and the pregnancy. She didn't
envy her soap-style drama.

Sara cleared her throat and slid a tumbler in
front of her niece. She felt like she should say something nice or
aunt-like. "How's school going?"

"It's okay," Jess said, her big blue eyes on
the granite countertop.

"You on break?"

She glanced up and gave Sara a smile that
made heat rush to her face. "Something like that."

Sara stood up a little taller, suddenly very
aware that she was in a ratty Columbia t-shirt and cut off
shorts.

Jess swiped an old spiral that sat on the
counter and her eyes went round. "Is this what I think it is?"

Sara took a step to snatch it back, but her
niece was already flipping through the coffee stained pages.

"It's just a bit of scribblings," Sara
replied embarrassedly. "It's really rough." Her heart stuttered in
her chest as she held her breath. The editor at Hawkings Publishing
had called the story 'choppy' and 'unbelievable". She had to remind
him that it was a paranormal romance about gifted humans that could
shift into animals.

Jess’ eyes met hers and she
realized that she was holding her breath. She'd spent three months
on
Full Moon
and
invested heart and soul in the characters. The editor’s dismissal
of her work had been a punch to the gut. If Jess, her target
audience, thought it was bollocks, she'd be devastated.

"Aunt Sara," Jess said, her face unreadable.
"It's freaking amazing!"

Sara let out a whoosh of air and a nervous
round of laughter. "You like it? Really?"

"Like it? I LOVE it!" Jess exclaimed, tucking
a blonde strand behind an ear. "I like that the protagonist isn't a
damsel in distress. She's totally relatable. I mean, I only read a
couple of pages and I totally want to get a drink with her."

"A virgin drink I hope," Sara said with a
wink.

Jess shared her own. "Of course." She closed
the tablet. "I'd really love to read the whole thing. If that's
okay."

Not even thinking, Sara wrapped her arms
around her niece and pulled her close. "You have no idea what that
means, Jess. Thank you so much!"

Jess pulled back a little, her face only
inches from Sara's. "Don't thank me. I should thank you for even
letting me read it. It's awesome. Really awesome."

Sara's eyes trailed to Jess lush, thick lips
as they curled at the side. She had such a beautiful mouth. She
found herself entranced, wondering what it would feel like if she
kissed her.

She leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on
her niece’s parted lips. Surprise registered on Jess's face and
Sara half expected her to recoil in horror, but instead, Jess
closed her eyes and brought her fingers to her lips. The way her
fingers trembled as she gave a small smile made Sara blossom with
arousal.

Jess leaned in the second time, gently
caressing Sara's cheek as she planted a whisper of a kiss that made
Sara moan with desire.

Sara pulled Jess in, her hands roaming over
the delicious curves she'd envied thirty minutes ago. Her palms
rested on Jess's ass, squeezing it tight as she jutted her tongue
in her niece’s warm mouth.

She could feel Jess' desire radiating and
sinking inside her. She knew her pussy was moist. She wanted to see
if it was mutual.

Sara started raising her niece’s skirt.

"Jess? Sara?"

Sara's arms fell to her side as she looked
past Jess to her brother. His salt and pepper hair was tangled and
wild and his chest rippled through his t-shirt as he
hyperventilated.

"What the fuck is going on here?!?" Davis
thundered.

Chapter Seven

Makeup Sex (Davis)

He knew he was yelling.

He could hear the rattling of the windows as
his deep voice echoed through the otherwise quiet house. He was in
shock—he just couldn’t believe his fucking eyes.

“
REALLY?!?” he thundered.
“Really, Sara? After the whole ‘how could you take advantage?’
spiel?”

Sara ran a shaky hand through her dark hair
and wiped her mouth. Jess’ lip gloss was still smeared and made
Sara’s lips glisten. “Davis, wait-”

“
No,” he snapped, slamming a
fist on the island. He was surprised it didn’t leave an impression
in the ancient wood. “You have no idea how messed up I’ve been. How
wrong, evil I’ve felt. And you made it worse, Sara. I confided in
you and you made me feel like some backwoods sex
offender.”

Jess took a step toward him. “Davis, just let
us expl-”

“
I said NO, damn it!” Davis
seethed, his chest heaving up and down.

Jess betrayed him, Sara betrayed him. Hell,
even his body betrayed him. He should have been too infuriated by
what he just saw to even function, but the truth was he was more
turned on than ever.

He was glad that his cock was hidden. If they
saw how hard he was, how every vessel in his member throbbed in
exploding technicolor, it would have overshadowed how hurt he
really was.

But why was he? He was attracted to them
both. Whenever he thought of Sara, his cock snapped to attention.
His affair with Jess was shiny and new and could definitely get his
juices flowing. Two women was every man’s fantasy. He’d done it a
couple of times in his life and every experience was out of this
world.

He turned away from them, trying to quell the
stampede of longing. It was just wrong on too many levels. While he
shared no blood with either of them, he’d raised Sara and Jess was
pregnant for crissakes. He had to keep the images of them in his
spank bank, tucked away in his mind. He couldn’t share it or fess
up or he’d admit that he was weak. It would be clear that he
followed the beat of his cock and not his morals. Sara had said it
herself. “It wasn’t like with us…once can be explained away as a
mistake. But several times…”