Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 82

"What are you thinking about," I whisper a few minutes later, when our breathing and our heartrates have returned almost to normal. Kent has shifted himself to lay at my side, though I'm still on my back, one of his warm arms wrapped around me and pulling me close to his body. Kent doesn't say anything for a second, and then he gives a warm little laugh. "Nothing, Fay. I'm thinking about nothing. That's sort of the point."

"Is it?" I ask, turning my head fast towards him. Because I - I am thinking about everything. My thoughts are going wild right now - does that mean I did it wrong?

Oh my god.

Did I do it wrong?

Kent slowly opens his eyes a little and looks at me, his arm tightening to bring me closer. "Yes, Fay," he whispers. "It's supposed to be relaxing. Peaceful." "Oh," I say, slowly, my face confused.

He smiles at me, amused, and I bite my lip a little, unable to help my little smile in return. It's so rare to see Kent smile - it pleases me to be the one to make him do it, I realize. "What," he asks. "You're not feeling relaxed?"

"No," I whisper, my smile broadening. "I feel...kind of crazy."

"What?" he asks, surprised and a little worried. His eyes open fully now. "What -"

"I mean," I say eagerly, turning my body towards him. "Was it any good? Did I do it right? Did you - did you like it? Was I supposed to -"

"Fay," Kent groans, laughing again and closing his eyes, a wider smile on his face now. He takes a deep breath, collecting his thoughts, and then he opens his eyes again to look at me seriously. I note, however, that he still has a little curve at the corners of his lips. "It was good if you enjoyed it. It's not really about what I experienced - or it shouldn't be, for you. That's not what I want."

"But," I say, hesitant. "I want you to enjoy it." And as I say it, I realize it's true. I want him to like it. I want him to want to do it again.

"Fay," Kent says seriously, reaching out a hand to brush my cheek. "Trust me. I enjoyed it. A lot. You don't have to worry about that."

"Okay," I say softly, smiling to myself as I press myself closer to him, tucking my head beneath his chin. Kent wraps his arms tightly around me, running a hand down my spine. I enjoy the little tingle that his touch brings to me as he traces his fingers up and down the length of my back.

We stay there, like that, for a long time. His body keeps me warm as I let my mind wander, as I enjoy the feeling of him holding me tight. I never thought, really, what it would be like to have someone's whole body pressed to mine, skin-to-skin. I never knew I'd like it as much as I do.

But as I lay there, feeling and wondering, questions...crop up.

"Kent?" I ask again a few minutes later, hesitant.

He makes a soft noise of acknowledgement deep in his throat, inviting me to continue.

"Why is there a blanket here?"

He turns to me, confused.

"Like," I say, smiling at him, a little roguish. "Like, did you plan this? Did you put this blanket here just in case -"

He laughs now, a true, real laugh, and I smile to see him do it. "No, Fay," he says, his eyes peacefully closed again and his face turned up to the ceiling. "I'm smooth, but I'm not that smooth. It's probably one of the stable hands - sometimes someone has to stay with the horses all night, and one of them probably comes up here for some peace and quiet."

"Oh," I say, looking around and considering the place anew. Actually, I can see and understand that now - it's quite nice up here. Peaceful, like Kent said.

I look at him again, though, biting my lip and trying to work up the courage to ask the real question on my mind. How was I the same girl who stood up to him downstairs in the stall? Where was she now when I need her?

"Go ahead, Fay," Kent says, his eyes still closed, startling me a little. "Ask your question."

I stare at him, surprised. "How did you know I have another question?" I ask, suspicious.

He peeks at me through one half-opened eye. "I can just feel it. Sixth sense. Fay sense."

I swat his arm, hating that he's right, making him laugh as he closes his eye and waits patiently.

"Um," I say, a little awkward now. "What are we going to do about...pregnancy?"

He laughs a little again, which makes me feel embarrassed and a little mad. "Well it's a serious question -" I huff. "We never talked about it before - and I don't want you like, slipping birth control into my morning coffee without asking me -" He laughs harder then, and I go still with shock.

"Wait -" I start, pushing away from him and looking him dead in the face. "You aren't already doing that, are you - because that is a violation -"

"No, Fay," Kent says, laughing harder and shaking his head. He presses a gentle thumb to my mouth, stopping my tirade, the rest of his hand wrapping warmly around my face. "It's all right," he continues. "I had a vasectomy - years ago. There's nothing to worry about."

"Oh," I say, my eyebrows going up in surprise. I had never thought - had never even begun to think... "So," I say carefully, "you don't want any more kids?"

"No, Fay," he says, considering me gently. "Daniel is enough. Do you?"

I shrug, biting my lip. I honestly hadn't thought about being a mom too much - I've been so focused on my career, and I hadn't really had a mom for much of my life...

"I don't know," I murmur, looking at him seriously.

"That's all right," he responds, nodding, understanding. He drops it there and I find that I am grateful. I'm not sure I want to be pressed, right now, on this point. Though I admit, I am glad that I don't have to worry about being knocked up.

"Is it always like this?" I whisper suddenly, curling up against him and asking the question before I even realized that it was growing in me.

Kent tilts his head to the side, studying me seriously, curious. "What do you mean?"

"Like this," I breathe. I hesitate then - not really knowing...how to explain what I mean.

Slowly, Kent shakes his head side to side. "No, Fay," he answers seriously. "This was...totally unique."

Then, quite carefully, as if I were very delicate, or he risks breaking some spell, Kent leans forward to bring his face close to mine. And slowly, gently, he presses his lips to my mouth, carefully kissing me with a warmth and deliberation that...I've never felt before. Not from him.

Not from anyone.

And when he pulls away, he's smiling at me.

And I feel a fluttering in my stomach that lets me know that I am on quite dangerous ground.

Luckily, Kent spoils it.

"Next time," he murmurs, moving his hand lower to grip my ass, using his leverage there to pull me tight against him, "we're going to make sure that you finish too."

"Wait," I say, cocking my head at him, confused. "I didn't?"

Kent laughs at me before kissing me soundly, firmly, with complete control. I let him, allowing the kiss to sweep through me, losing myself to it until I'm almost panting again. Then he releases me, smirking down into my face, the controlling Kent I know suddenly back. "Oh Fay," he teases, arrogant, as he squeezes my ass. "I am going to have a good time, showing you this new world."

I narrow my eyes at him, half resenting his smugness, half excited to see what's next. I snap my teeth playfully at him and he laughs, pulling me close for another kiss.