Dani

 

 

 

I don't know what I was worried about, everyone has been so welcoming. Even more so since they found out Greg and I are now official. Especially his mother, she's wonderful. I have more in common with her than you'd think.

Roya, her youngest was abducted when she was a year old. It took almost twenty years to find her. Or rather, she found her family. It broke my heart when I first heard that story, and it took me ages to get past it. It made me wonder if I'd be waiting just as long for my son to come home.

Then it made me wonder if he'd believe I never tried to look for him. I never want him to think that I didn't search for him. I may not be able to search for him personally, but I have someone out looking for him. And I know he won't stop until Alejandro is home with me.

Roya didn't blame her parents for what happened. In fact, she knew they'd searched for her for years and years before she came home. But they never found any trace of the little girl they adored.

Callie told me what it did to her family when Abigail – Roya – was taken. She told me how hard it was for Kory and all the things he'd suffered because of the abduction. She told me what it did to her, and how Greg was the one who held Lora and Della together.

I can't imagine how hard it was for those kids during that time. But I do know what it would have been like for Sidney and Keller, their parents. It's heartbreaking to think you'll never see your child again. It's frustrating wondering why in all hell you can't find your child.

Isn't a mother supposed to feel her child's soul entwined with her own, isn't she supposed to just feel whether her child is alive or dead?

I shake my head of these crushing thoughts and look around the garden in which I'm standing. The Harper's throw a great barbecue. Lots of food and music, lots of laughs and happy faces. All of the Harper kids are here with their partners and children.

Watching the kids playing has my heart aching a little, though. My baby should be here enjoying this day with us, feeling the love these people give so easily, not wherever he is without his mommy.

“Everything okay? You look a little lost there.”

I smile at Della. I don't know why I can't seem to mask my emotions lately. I've always been able to in the past. I had to.

“I'm fine, just soaking it all in. It's been a long time since I was at a family barbecue.” Fourteen years, to be exact.

Della rubs my arm gently. “I'm sorry, it must be hard to be here without your family, but you've got us.” She smiles kindly. “We're all so happy that Greg found you. You were just what he needed. I haven't seen him this happy in a very long time.”

I look over at my man. He's laughing happily at whatever his brother and brothers-in-law are saying. I smile because I can't help myself. I love seeing him smiling. I don't know what he's been through and why everyone keeps saying that he hasn't been happy in a long while, but I've never seen him as anything but happy.

“I love the way you're looking at him” I look to Della again, she's watching Greg but addressing me. “I don't think either of you realize how you look at each other.”

“Della, are you okay?” She has tears falling from her eyes.

“Of course,” She wipes her eyes while trying to laugh it off. I can see just how much her brother means to her. She loves both her brothers, but Greg is special.

I want to ask her what's really wrong, but Aimee, Roya, Callie, and Lora are now surrounding us, so it will have to wait.

“We're all going to a spa in Seattle for the day next Saturday. Paige, Emilee, and Mia are coming too. We want you to come with us.” Lora says.

I can't think of anything worse. A spa? I know I'm bigger than these girls, with the exception of Paige, but she's not here. The two of us aren't big-big, but we have thick thighs and big butts. But I don't see as I need treatments to detoxify my body and skin.

I take good care of my skin and my body, most of the time. I've never seen the need to go to one of those spa places and do all of that crap to myself. I can do it at home for free, should I wish to.

“I don't know, I think I'm rostered on.”

“You're not, Paige checked with Enzo.” Callie might be smiling, but I am not. I'm not happy they've gone behind my back with this at all.

But one look from Greg, one wink and I'm no longer angry. They just want to get to know me, to get to know the woman their big brother has feelings for.

“Okay. Fine.” They all crowd me, screaming and screeching happily.

Greg's mother's eyes catch mine. She's smiling at me. Obviously happy that I fit with her daughters and daughter-in-law.

To be honest, it's nice to be included. I actually feel normal, like my life here could really mean something, like my boy and I could stay in this town and be happy. Maybe.

 

 

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The week flies by. I've worked long hours this week, only seeing Greg twice because we're both so busy. Me here and him in Seattle. That's the reason I've taken on so many shifts at work, I hate being here without him. I hate that he's there so much, I hate that he'll be moving back there permanently very soon.

After all, he can't stay here indefinitely. He has a life back in Seattle, a good job. He hasn't got much to keep him here. His family, sure, but I don't think that's enough to keep him here.

I guess it makes more sense when he works there. He can't make the commute every day, it's too time-consuming. It isn't fair to him. He has a home back there, it's just easier.

I couldn't even move there to be with him if I wanted to. Daxton would never allow it. I'd be too open out there. Joel could easily find me. And after all Daxton has done to protect me, I could never throw it in his face like that.

I'm just going to have to be content with seeing Greg when and if he can make it home for the weekend. I want to keep seeing him no matter what. He makes me happy, happier than I have been in a very long time.

Saturday morning, I drive to The Lodge Farm Spa, which is in Seattle. Great. So close to my man and I can't even see him today. Regardless, I follow the other girls in my car. Most of them are carpooling. I didn't need to give anyone a ride, though, so I'm driving solo.

When we arrive, we're checked in quickly. The place reminds me of every other spa I've seen on T.V or in magazines.

Huge.

Posh.

Grand.

Elaborate.

Over the damn top.

We all strip down and shower as per the requirements of our host, Jessel. We then don the bathrobes handed to us. Everything in the place is white, which is giving me a damn headache. Plus, it makes my skin look darker, which I hate.

Paige talks me into a seaweed wrap, while the others opt for the steam room before we're all call for our mani-pedi – facials. Callie has even booked us in for Brazilian waxes. All over! God, she could have warned me.

Of course, I hate every moment of it. I don't get why it's all needed. Weren't we okay as we were? But with my body cleansed with the seaweed wrap, my whole body waxed to perfection – yes, I fucking screamed when having my pussy and asshole waxed, and so did some of the other's – my fingernails, toenails, and face sorted, it's time for a full body massage.

Only trouble is, none of the girls want the super buff guy to massage them. They must be crazy. Doesn't every woman want the hot guy? I'd laugh hysterically, but one of them might slap me.

“You guys know what Kory is like. If this man touches me, even my arm, Kory will go mental.”

“So will Enzo. He'll kill the guy.”

That I know first hand to be true. Paige is right to worry. Enzo literally goes mental if a man so much as looks at Paige for a second longer than he should. So does Kory come to think of it.

I wonder if Greg is the jealous kind. He doesn't strike me as a jealous man. Not to Kory's extent anyway.

“Hudson wouldn't care, but I'd rather not.”

Callie still bears the scars from her attack a few years ago, from which she saved her sisters and Emilee from a psychopath. So I understand why she'd be nervous.

Mia, Della, and Lora all state their husbands would pretend not to mind, then be moody for days afterward.

“Well, Chase would mind, very much so. So, no thanks.” Emilee is related to Roya through marriage. They married brothers. I guess, almost everyone in our little circle is related in one way or another.

But I suppose it just leaves me with super hot guy. “Fine. I'll take him.” They all smile at me, teeth showing like they're innocent when they didn't give me much choice. I just hope Greg isn't angry when he finds out.

I watch the girls follow their appointed masseuse to their acquired rooms. Zane, the handsome guy who will have his hands all over me, smiles and leads me to a room in between the rooms Paige and Callie were led to.

There's nothing in this room but the bed, a large potted plant, of which I have no clue what it is, a stereo on a shelf already playing soft, classical music. There's a small window, but it lets in plenty of light. Of course, everything is white, the only thing that isn't is the plant itself. It's green.

“If you'd like to strip out of your robe, then climb up on the bed and lay on your stomach, slip the towel over your backside, we'll get started. I'll wait outside while you get ready. Just yell when you are.”

I nod, and he leaves the room, leaving me to strip out of my robe. I'm now naked but for my thong. There is no way I'm removing it for anything. A massage does not require me to be naked. It's not like he'll be touching my pussy, I'd break his fucking neck!

I hang my robe on the hook by the door and then climb up on the bed. I lay the small towel over my ass and then get comfortable in the position he told me to be in, arms by my sides, head turned to the right. I'm actually looking forward to this. My body is knotted up after a hectic week at work.

“Ready!” As I'll ever be. I swear, this guy better have magic hands the amount of money this whole thing has cost me today.

Callie offered to pay, but there is no way on earth I'd ever let anyone pay my way. I may not be loaded like these girls, but it's not like I spend much money on anything other than what I need. The house I live in is paid for, Daxton paid for it under the name I go by now.

Everything I earn is put by for the day my son comes home. I want to make sure I have money to take care of his needs. I pay bills and buy food. I don't buy things I don't need, I don't see the point when I've moved around so much in the past. Things get left behind because you can't take them with you when you need to leave in a hurry.

Zane steps inside the room and closes the door behind him. I bite my lip at the feeling of hot oil spilling over my back. His big hands slide up my back and over my shoulder, pushing the knots through my body and expelling them. His hands really are magic, and my eyes roll behind my lids, a groan stuck in my throat for how good this feels.

His hands are suddenly everywhere, arms, legs, back, shoulders, neck. Now he's squeezing my upper thighs, and all the tension that currently fled my body suddenly comes crashing back. Even more so when his thumbs travel higher, skimming my ass.

I jump, startled. I want to get the hell out of here. But the fact he's now straddling my ass, ripping the towel from my body has me frozen to the spot and in a panic.

What the hell does he think he's doing?

But as soon as he cuts my thong away from my body and I feel his rock hard cock against my ass, I know I can't just lie here pretending nothing is happening. Married to Joel, I would have lain here and let this man do whatever he wanted for fear of what Joel would have done to me as punishment if I didn't.

But I'm not with Joel anymore, I'm with Greg, and he would never want me to do anything like this. He respects me too much, and I have real feelings for that man. Feelings so strong I know I'm falling for him.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?! Get the hell off of me!”

But he doesn't get off me, he runs his fingertips up my back and clutches my shoulders while stroking his cock between my ass cheeks.

“Get the fuck off me, you perverted fuck! Right now, or I'll scream. My boyfriend is a very gifted lawyer, and he'll make sure you rot in prison for a very long time!” I'm really starting to panic. This is really frightening me.

I feel his chest press against my back. He presses his lips to my ear, and all I want to do is fight to get him off me, but he's so heavy, so strong, and he has my arms pinned down suddenly with his hands. “I know your boyfriend,” I swallow hard. Oh god. “He thinks you're the most beautiful woman to have ever lived.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my pussy involuntary floods at his words, and I am ashamed of myself.

“He does?” I ask regardless of the fact I want to punch this man in the face.

“He does. He's very lucky to have you. You're fast becoming his whole world.”

I swallow back my emotions. What he just said brought a lump to my throat. “He's already mine.” And it's the truth. Greg means more to me than I ever thought possible.

“Don't be scared, baby. I would never hurt you.” His lips are already sliding over my oily skin, and all I can do is moan out in pleasure.

It shouldn't feel good, but it does... Too good.

He lifts and with my ass cheeks in my hands, he slides his cock between them. Fuck, he's so hard. “I want to tease your sexy body until you can't think of anything but me,” He slides his oily fingers over my already soaked pussy lips, then he pushes two inside of me. I clamp my pussy muscles around his fingers with a loud moan.

God, this is so wrong. We're in a public place, anyone could hear what's going on, anyone could walk in and see what this man is doing to me. But I can't seem to find my voice to tell him to stop.

“I want nothing more than to make you come with my fingers, but I'm too damn hard and you're soaking wet for me. So I'm going to fuck you right now.”

I can't speak to protest, to tell him not to do this. But I do scream when he pushes his way into my body. He's so hard, so thick, so long, and in this position, he's so deep inside of me that I can't breathe. I can feel his cock in my stomach!

I'm clutching harder to the sheet beneath me. With every thrust of his cock, my eyes roll, ass raising, trying to pull him deeper.

I've never felt anything like this in my life. My whole body is on fire, my toes are curling, and I'm pressed so hard into the bed that my clit is rubbing against the sheet so to the point it's driving me crazy. That along with his cock hitting my womb and my g-spot has me so close to the edge I'm calling out to the heavens.

“I can feel you, beautiful. I know how close you are.”

“Oh god!” I gasp out. This is too much, I'm dizzy with it.

He kisses my shoulder, sliding his hand under my body, searching out my clit and pinching it between his fingers.

“Oh god!” I'm screaming because I'm coming so hard I'm squirting on his dick. Every muscle is tight and shaking. I'm throbbing everywhere, and I literally can't breathe.

He lifts, holds my ass cheeks apart and ruts me so hard and fast the bed is creaking like it's about to collapse. The breath escapes between his teeth with the effort of his powerful thrusts, and it's so hard and so much, we come together, both of us calling out in extreme pleasure.

He rocks into me slowly, his lips against my back as I moan contentedly. I'm blissed right out.

This wasn't what I was expecting when I agreed to this massage, but I can't deny that it's taken away all of my tension and stress over not seeing Greg for so long.

“I can't believe how good that felt,” I mumble.

He chuckles against my oily skin. “Enjoy the rest of your day.” With that, he pulls out of me and disappears out of a door to the side of the room. I didn't even notice that door there before.

I lay where I am for a few minutes willing myself not to fall asleep. I feel so relaxed, even though my body aches from the sexual activities I've just participated in.

God, what the hell did I just do?

I need to shower. I can't let the girls smell sex on me. I wouldn't know what the hell to say to them. God, I'm not sure they wouldn't kill me.

I pull myself off the bed, my legs and my clit shaking. He really fucked the life out of me. I pull on the bathrobe and leave the room, ready to head to the shower.

But I gasp to see Paige and Callie standing right outside the door waiting for me. Both women look angry as all hell, both stand with their arms folded around themselves defensively.

What the hell am I supposed to say to them? It's obvious they heard me and what I did in that room with that man.

“Erm, hi...”

Oh smart, Dani, way to look guilty.

“Hi?” Callie rolls her eyes at me. “I can't believe you'd do something like that! Does my brother mean nothing to you?!” She's yelling so loudly people are beginning to stare.

“Your brother means everything to me.”

“Oh my god, how can you say that? He means nothing to you! You just proved that by showing us just what a slut you really are!”

“We heard everything, Dani,” Paige tells me with disgust in her voice.

I get why they're angry, but they won't let me get a word in. “If you'd let me explain...”

“Don't!” Callie yells. “Nothing you say will mean anything.”

Okay then.

But if they'd just listen to me... “We're leaving!” I look at Paige, pleading with my eyes for her to just listen to me. “You do what you want.” She wraps her arm around Callie's shoulder, trying to calm her. She looks like she wants to hit me.

“So you won't...”

“Just shut up!” Callie yells, and my mouth instantly snaps shut. Not through fear, but for the fact I'm so shocked by the way they're talking to me. I can't force them to listen to me if they don't want to, and I won't make any more of a fool of myself than I already have.

I'll give them time to calm down, then I'll explain things to them, and they'll see that they got the wrong end of the stick here today.

“After everything my brother has been through, he finally feels ready to move on, to open his broken heart to you, and you do this to him!”

“I didn't...”

“Dani, for fuck's sake!” Paige yells under her breath. “You've been caught red-handed, don't stand there trying to worm your way out of this. Fuck, and I was rooting for you!”

“Just stay the fuck away from us. And stay away from my brother!”

I will not stay away from him, not for anything. I understand why Callie and Paige would be angry, but they could have let me explain myself!

My face is on fire, everyone is staring at me. Just how many people heard me in that room?

With my head hanging down in shame, I rush to the changing room. I shower as quickly as I can, get dressed, and then get the fuck out of there.

I'm not going to cry or anything, but I am angry with myself, I knew they'd hear something. They were in the rooms either side of mine, for Christ's sake! The walls aren't very thick, but I got lost in the moment, and now everything is ruined.

Callie and Paige hate me, and no doubt they'll tell all of our friends, then they'll all hate me and someone will tell Greg, and... Ugh! What a fucking mess. How am I meant to live in Oak Springs with these people now?

Why couldn't I just have been strong and pushed him away from me?

I have no one to blame but myself for this shit.

Story of your life, Dani.