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  “Say you want me,” he growled, with his impressive manhood pressed up against her opening. Her body was on fire and she wanted him deep within her but she didn’t want to utter those words of surrender. She shook her head no.

  He continued to stroke her with his tongue and then inserted his fingers deep inside her moist heat. “Say it,” he whispered in her ear, sending a shiver of delight down her spine. She couldn’t fight him anymore. She wanted him more than she wanted air. “I want you. Please,” she finally begged him. He removed his fingers and then slowly pushed back inside her. Where they were frantic and wild only moments before, he was now gentle and loving, pushing slowly in and out of her.

  Her body was quivering with need, as he moved his impressive length in and out of her body, while continuing to kiss her lips, neck and breasts. She wanted more, she needed more. She was on the edge of a cliff and only he could push her over.

  She grabbed his hips and thrust up against him, groaning as the full width of him settled against her. “Please Derek, faster, I need…” she gasped. His eyes dilated at her gasped words and he gave them both the pleasure they needed and picked up his speed until they were once again crying out in ecstasy. He flipped them over when they were done and held her close in his arms not willing to let her go.

  She seemed to know she’d lost the battle and curled up in his arms. He was so depleted; he couldn’t even open his eyes. He pulled the covers up over them and fell asleep feeling better than he ever had in his life. He’d deal with the real world soon enough, was his last thought as he drifted into a deep sleep.

  Chapter Eight

  “Mom, I’m home,” Jacob’s voice shouted, waking Jasmine from her deep sleep. She heard his running footsteps and then saw him peak in her door. “Yeah she is here Mrs. Winters, thanks for the ride,” Jacob said and then she heard the front door close.

  “Hi Jacob,” she said to her son groggily and then glanced at the clock. She was shocked to see it was past eleven. She felt a stirring next to her and became instantly alert. She’d thought the whole thing had been a dream for a moment.

  Her son’s eyes widened as he stared at Derek. “Who are you?” Jacob asked. Jasmine must have looked completely horrified. Her son had never once seen her in bed with a man. She had not been with another man since Derek. She looked at him and found his full attention was on her son. She may as well have not even existed.

  She wanted to jump from the bed and hide Jacob from Derek’s knowing eyes but it was too late. She didn’t know how she could get out of this. She couldn’t believe she’d made love to him, not only once but twice and then actually fallen asleep in his arms, when her son would be returning. It was just plain stupid. Her mind was scrambling to figure out how to explain her nine year old son.

  Derek continued to look at the boy, which was like looking at a picture of himself from his childhood. Derek had zero doubts the boy was his.

  He had all kinds of emotions, competing at once, inside of him. Foremost, there was joy he had a son there was extreme anger Jasmine had kept his son from him. He was confused, because he had just had the best love making of his life and yet he wanted to strangle the mother of his child. He didn’t know which emotion to embrace first. He realized his son had asked him who he was and he also realized Jasmine was sitting there like a deer caught in an oncoming car’s headlights.

  “I’m your dad,” he said. He heard Jasmine’s intake of breath and didn’t even bother to look over at her. He was too afraid he may give in to his urge to strangle her. He knew he wouldn’t really do that but he was pretty infuriated with her right then.

  “Really?” Jacob asked him skeptically. His face contorted into such a mirror image of his own he wanted to shout for joy. He was meeting his son. He wanted to jump from the bed and pull him into his arms but he was still completely naked underneath the protection of the bedding. He knew the only reason Jasmine was still in the bed was for the same reason.

  “I really am,” Derek said, having to fight the emotions trying to break free.

  “If you’re my dad, then what did you say to my mom every night before you had to leave?” the boy asked and Derek knew he was being tested. Derek hadn’t thought about those words in many years and yet he’d never forget them.

  He took a deep breath and uttered the words he hadn’t said since the night before he was to meet Jasmine and run away, “Sweet dreams my princess, I will rescue you from the tower in the morning light,” he said, with a slight scratch to his throat.

  He heard Jasmine gasp again and then felt her body shake slightly. He glanced over at her and saw the tears falling from her eyes. He then grunted as Jacob jumped on the bed and threw his arms around him. He felt stunned as he held his son in his arms for the first time. He was awed and amazed by the little man. He wrapped him up tightly and held his little body against his own.

  “You’re my dad,” the boy said in awe. He lifted his hands up to touch Derek’s face, as if he was trying to figure out for sure, if he was real. “Mom said you had to go away for business but she told me one day you'd come back and you did, you really came back,” Jacob said, as a tear slipped from his eye. Derek felt like his heart had just burst in his chest. Jasmine was now sobbing next to them on the bed.

  She watched as father and son embraced and her world felt like it was coming apart. She had been so wrong to not tell Derek about Jacob the minute she saw him. She could see the love practically flowing from him.

  She’d told her son all about Derek and how he’d seemed like her prince in shining armor. She’d never told her son any of her heartbreak, like how she’d waited for him in futile at that little broken down church. She had wanted her son to think his father would move heaven and earth to be with him.

  Jacob was talking a million miles a minute, as he asked a ton of questions and Derek patiently answered each one. They continued to cling to each other and Jasmine felt like an intruder. She would’ve gotten up, to give them some time together but was trapped underneath the covers. She scooted over but her bed wasn’t that big and Derek was a large guy. No matter how much she scooted, they were still touching.

  “Are you going to come to my wrestling match?” Jacob asked, with hope shining in his eyes. “If you don’t want to, we can skip it,” he said, although he loved to wrestle and had never missed a meet. It broke her heart how much her young man wanted to please his father.

  “Nothing would make me happier than to watch you wrestle,” Derek said and he meant it. He had missed nine years already and wouldn’t miss one more minute.

  “It’s really fun. Just ask Mom. She never misses my games. She always yells too loud but coach says it’s okay cause she’s just really proud of me,” he said, as if he couldn’t understand women. “I kinda like it, though,” he whispered to Derek, thinking she wouldn’t be able to hear. She had to fight the smile back.

  “Can you go to the kitchen for a minute so your mom and I can get ready to go?” Derek asked him. Jasmine was relieved. She needed to get out of the bed.

  “You promise you won’t leave?” Jacob asked, looking on the verge of tears.

  Derek grabbed him close again. “I promise you I will never leave again,” he said and then glared at Jasmine over Jacob’s shoulder. A shiver ran down her spine from the look. He wasn’t happy with her. She stiffened up her back and glared back. She wasn’t the one who walked out on him. How dare he look at her that way!

  “Okay, I’ll be right out here,” Jacob said, almost like a threat, in case Derek decided to disappear on him.

  He slowly left the room, closing the door behind him. As soon as he left, Jasmine grabbed the sheet and jumped from the bed. She ran into the bathroom and locked the door. She needed a few minutes to gather herself before she had to face him. She leaned against the sink and took some deep breaths. A few seconds later Derek was on the outside of the door.

  “You can either open this door, or I will break it down, it’s your choice,” he said, in a deadly
calm voice. She decided not to test him.

  He was standing there in nothing but his pants and the man looked far too sexy after just climbing out of bed. She said nothing to him for a few moments, not knowing how to begin this conversation. She decided to go on the offensive.

  “You didn’t have to blurt that out to him. What if you’re not his father?” she said and then took a step back at the fury in his eyes.

  “Don’t even try and play games with me, Jasmine. It’s more than obvious he’s mine and you have already robbed nine years of his life from me. You won’t take anything else, do I make myself clear?” he growled at her, as he backed her into the corner.

  She went from offensive to defensive in a matter of seconds. “I didn’t say he wasn’t yours, I just said you should have asked me first, instead of blurting it out like that,” she said, a bit shakily.

  “So you could come up with some more lies? I don’t think so, Jasmine. Get yourself together. I’m going to spend the day with my son and I don’t want him to know I want to hurt his mother,” he snapped at her, before turning to leave.

  Derek walked out of the bedroom and had to fight the tears from stinging his eyes, as he saw his son sitting by the front door. His son was so afraid he’d leave him again, he was guarding the door. He’d prove to the boy he’d never leave again. They wouldn’t spend one more night apart. He’d figure out what he was going to do about Jasmine later.

  He took Jacob into the kitchen and fixed him breakfast. Father and son sat, eating their first meal together and getting to know one another.

  Jasmine slid down to the floor after Derek stormed out. She sat there, sobbing into her hands and feeling sorry for herself. How had her life changed so much in only a week’s time? She finally got up and climbed into the shower. She stood there until the water turned cold and then reluctantly climbed out, shivering. She had goose bumps all over her body.

  She pulled on thick sweat pants and a sweatshirt, threw her hair in a ponytail and didn’t bother with make-up. She had little energy to even care about her looks, even though she was going out in public. She was simply too frightened about what would happen next.

  She stepped into the kitchen to the sound of her son’s laughter. She smiled at him and then kissed him on the head. “Oh Mom,” he grumbled and then rolled his eyes at Derek. Jasmine held her breath, because if Derek said that his mom kissing him was gross, her son would never let her do it again. He was already hero worshiping the man.

  Derek surprised her, by grabbing her around the waist, which knocked her off balance, so she tumbled into his lap. He kissed her squarely on the lips and then released her just as quickly. She was feeling light headed as she stood back up. Even angry with the man, he still made her feel things no one else ever had.

  “Jacob, we never complain when a beautiful lady wants to kiss us,” he said to her son and then wiggled his eye brows at him. Jacob giggled and Jasmine’s heart swelled. Derek had said exactly the right thing.

  “Yuck, Dad,” Jacob said with more giggles and then went back to scarfing down his breakfast. He looked up every few seconds to stare at Derek, as if to make sure he wasn’t going to disappear on him.

  “I need to make lunch for the boys,” Jasmine murmured and then set to work making a large pot of homemade soup and fresh bread. The smells coming from the kitchen were making Derek’s stomach growl. Whatever she was making smelled delicious.

  “Coach says mom makes the best lunches ever and that’s why they always want her to make the food for our tournaments,” Jacob said with pride.

  “If it tastes as good as it smells, I can understand why your coach says that,” Derek agreed. Jasmine felt a little bit of pride role through her. She enjoyed cooking for her son, heck she enjoyed cooking for anyone who appreciated it.

  “Hurry up, Mom, or we’re going to be late,” Jacob called to her an hour later. She was getting the soup put into the insulated bag. She had several things to drag out to the car and was feeling flustered, since she’d overslept and was officially running late.

  “Let me grab those for you,” Derek said, making her jump. She wasn’t used to having someone there to help her.

  “Thank you,” she muttered, relinquishing a few of the bags.

  “We can take my car,” Derek commanded.

  “Yeah,” Jacob said and then gasped as he saw the shiny black car sitting at the curb. “Is that your car?” he asked in awe.

  “Yep,” Derek answered smugly. Jasmine just rolled her eyes at the rapture the two boys were sharing as they both admired the far too expensive Porsche.

  “My friends are going to think I’m so cool,” Jacob said, as he was bouncing in place at just the thought of riding in the fancy sports car.

  “Want to take the top down?” Derek asked.

  “Yeah,” Jacob shouted and then giggled as Derek pressed a button and the top started slowly moving back. Jasmine wasn’t thrilled to climb into the small vehicle. She much preferred her sturdy mini-van.

  Jacob climbed in the back seat and buckled up. It was a good thing he was still small because he barely fit back there. No way could an adult squeeze in the back. She reluctantly climbed into the passenger side and when Derek soon sat down in the driver’s seat, she was grateful the top was down. The little car was making her feel claustrophobic and Derek was way too close for her already frayed nerves to handle.

  Derek threw the car into gear and then gunned down the street, picking up speed quickly. “We aren’t in that big of a hurry,” she gasped in fear, as she held on tightly to the dashboard.

  “Oh, Mom,” Jacob groaned. “Go faster,” he egged Derek on. Derek gave him a huge smile in the rearview mirror and then jumped on the freeway gunning the engine. They shot past cars like they were standing still. Jacob was full of laughter, as his hair blew back in the wind and they flew down the freeway.

  Jasmine would never admit it to either of the guys but she was getting a thrill out of the ride herself, after her initial fear fell away. He was a skilled driver and whipped around the lanes of traffic smoothly, making it seem like they were flying.

  They reached their exit and had to slow down. “We have to do this again,” Jacob shouted from the back seat. Jasmine silently agreed.

  “We’ll go on a long ride after the wrestling meet and then go have dinner,” Derek promised him. Jasmine didn’t appreciate how he was just assuming they didn’t already have plans. She would’ve said something but didn’t want to fight in front of her son.

  They pulled up to the school and Jacob grabbed ahold of Derek’s hand. “Come on, Dad, I want you to meet my coach,” he said excitedly.

  “Let me help your mom carry the food in and then I can meet him,” he answered with never-ending patience. She was impressed how well he was doing with her hyper nine year old son. A lot of parent’s couldn’t handle their children, after having years to adjust and he seemed to be falling right into parenthood. She’d see how he acted in a week, or even a month. That would be the true test.

  They walked into the gym, like a million other families. Jacob had his small hand clasped in Derek’s and she walked on his other side. To the rest of the world they would seem like the perfect, suburban family. She knew the truth though. She knew the confrontation was coming and she was trying to prepare herself for it.

  Derek barely had time to set the food down at the concession area, before Jacob dragged him off. He was so proud to show his father off to his coach and all his friends. She watched as he proudly crossed the room and ran to Chuck.

  Chuck looked up at them with surprise and then she watched as his brow wrinkled, before he quickly managed to paste a smile on his face and shake Derek’s hand. She knew he had to be wondering what was going on between them, as she’d never mentioned Jacob’s father before.

  Jacob must’ve insisted Derek sit with him in the players section, not willing to let his dad leave his side, because she saw Derek, businessman tycoon, kneel down and sit on the Matts. She would'
ve caught flies if they were around - her mouth was so wide open. She quickly shut it and got the food all ready for the boys.

  “Who is that complete hunk of man meat with your son?” one of the very single mothers said, as she edged up. “Please tell me he’s your long lost brother and single,” the woman continued. Jasmine felt instant jealousy, as she stared at the gorgeous woman, who unlike her, was dressed in a skin tight outfit, with her hair and make-up done to perfection.

  She didn’t know how to describe Derek. They weren’t a couple and hadn’t been for ten years. He was the father of her child and he’d made love to her so hotly she was surprised her sheets hadn’t gone up in flames but she didn’t have any rights to him.

  “He’s Jacob’s father,” she simply said. She didn’t know what else to add to that.

  “Yummy, you haven’t mentioned Jacob’s father before. Does he live out of town?” the woman asked, with too much interest.

  “We just lost touch for some years but I don’t think he’s going to want to be away from Jacob anymore,” she said.

  “I see,” the woman said and then snaked over to her son, who just happened to be close to Derek. Jasmine watched as the woman had the nerve to actually pretend to trip and fall into Derek. She couldn’t believe he fell for that, as he held his arms out to catch her. Then to top it off, she sat inappropriately close to him.

  Jasmine could feel her anger escalating as the two of them sat and chatted like long lost friends. She wondered what the heck they found so amusing, as they laughed together. She told herself it was none of her business if he flirted with some trampy soccer mom. Hell, he could marry her and be one big happy family for all she cared, as long as the man left her and Jacob alone.

  She knew she sounded like a jealous ex-spouse, even in her own head but he wasn’t even trying to hide his flirting with another woman when she was standing in the same room. It was worse, considering he had ravished her body only a few short hours ago. The man was a cad and she was better off without him.