One Hot Secret by Sarah J. Brooks

Chapter 36

Kyle

There’s a stir in the church, and my mother, who is seated next to me, stands up. I turn and see him just as he’s making his way to my mother’s side. Adrian Martin. The first thing I notice is how big he is, and the second thing I notice is how much I looked like him before my accident.

He kisses her cheek, shakes my hand as well, and sits down next to my mother. My heart pounds hard in my chest. It all happened so fast and only when he’s seated do I question his presence in my father’s funeral. I know he and my mother were friends, but that was more than thirty years ago. Did she tell him about me? I feel a headache coming on. Grace takes my hand in hers. I resist the urge to turn and look at him.

I keep my gaze focused on the person doing the reading, who happens to be my father’s nephew – a cousin I’ve never met. I’d met very few family members from my father’s side. It was as if he wanted to keep his new family separate from his old one. I knew he had a brother and a sister, but we rarely saw them. My mother had been born an only child, and her parents died when she was in her twenties.

After the service, we make our way to the cemetery accompanied by a throng of paparazzi. The police do their best to keep them at a distance.

The wake is being held at my mother’s house, and Ethan drives Grace and me there after the funeral. My mother is in Adrian Martin’s car, and now I’m convinced he knows something; otherwise, it doesn’t make sense why he would attend the funeral and then the wake. It’s all too much for a man that he did not know.

I’m surprised that my mother kept the invited guests down to a minimum, and there are only ten of us, which is a relief. Grace and I have our coffee and sandwiches in the kitchen, and as we’re relaxing there, Adrian Martin strolls in. Up close, the resemblance to me is even more startling. I notice other things, too, like how he tucks his hands into the pocket of his jeans, the same way I do when I’m nervous.

He smiles at us. “Hey, I hope I’m not interrupting a private moment.”

We assure him that he’s not, and he introduces himself.

“This is my girlfriend, Grace Hughes,” I tell him, glad that we did not shake hands as mine are clammy with sweat. I feel as if I’m on a movie set about to play a role that I haven’t practiced for.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Martin,” Grace says.

“Please call me Adrian. Mr. Martin makes me feel as old as I am,” he says.

Grace laughs, and I manage a small laugh as well. I feel as if I’m looking at an older version of myself. I like that he doesn’t take himself so seriously.

Grace stands. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to check on something.” She leaves, and the two of us are left alone in my mother’s kitchen.

“Would you like to sit down?” I tell him, gesturing at the stool that Grace just vacated.

“Yes, thank you,” he says. He sits down and lifts his gaze to me. Time is suspended as we study each other.

An odd feeling comes over me as I stare into his penetrating blue eyes, so like my own. It dawns on me that this is, in fact, my father. This is the man who sired me. Joy seeps through me, starting like a small leak from a faucet. Then I notice the tears in his eyes, and any fear I might have felt disappears. He is where I came from. Overwhelming feelings come over me, and tears flood my eyes.

He clears his throat. “Your mother told me.”

I nod. “She told me not too long ago either. It must have come as a shock to you.”

He smiles. “It did. But it was a good surprise. Not having children was my one big regret.”

I’m a grown man, and yet hearing him say that makes me want to bawl like a child. I feel wanted, a feeling I never felt with my stepfather. I feel a sense of belonging.

“I know it’s soon, and I should have waited until after this was over, but I couldn’t,” he says, his voice breaking. “I had to meet you.”

“I’m glad you did.”

It’s odd to be so at ease with a man I’ve only ever seen on the screen and to know that he’s my biological father.

“I’m sorry about the accident. I read about it,” he says.

“I was lucky to get out of it alive.”

And just like that, we talk. Nothing too deep. He tells me that he’s watched some of my work and how he’s always been drawn to me without knowing the reason why. He thought it was just one actor admiring another one in the new generation. We flit from topic to topic. I probe how he feels about my mother keeping such a huge thing from him.

“I was attracted to your mother at the time, but I knew she did not reciprocate my feelings. I also knew when she got married. Sleeping with her knowing that she was married, was wrong on my part, but I couldn’t help it. I hoped that she was done with her marriage. And then she disappeared, and I tried to put the whole business out of my mind.”

I’m impressed by how calm he is about it all.

“She loved your father and would have done anything for him, including providing him with a son. She did it for him.”

I’m not sure whether I’d have been that forgiving should our roles have been reversed.

“Of course, I would have preferred to have been part of your life from the very beginning, but focusing on that will change nothing. What I would like instead is to be a part of your life now, if you’ll let me?”

***

“I’m glad my mother told him,” I tell Grace later that evening as we’re having an after-dinner glass of wine.

Adrian and I had conversed for close to two hours, and we never ran out of things to talk about. He told me about his life now, which mostly consists of enjoying his ranch—which he invited me to—and his philanthropic organization.

“Which reminds me, he invited you and me to spend the weekend at his ranch. What do you think?” I’m excited at the prospect of getting to know him better.

We may never have a father and son relationship because we’ve found each other a little late for that kind of bonding, but I’m hoping we can become friends.

“I think you’ll go alone for that one,” she says, and on seeing the disappointment on my face, she continues, “I’m a little behind with my work. The show is in two weeks, and I still have two pieces I want to finish up.”

I hit my forehead. “I’m a selfish idiot. Please stay and work. I’ve been so wrapped up in my issues I completely forgot that the date of the show is rapidly approaching.”

“It’s understandable. I spoke with Greg yesterday, and I told him that everything is on schedule.”

An idea comes to me. “I can reschedule and go to the ranch after the show.”

Grace shakes her head. “Please don’t. Besides, I think you need to be alone with him to bond. There’ll be another time and another after that.”

“Okay, fine.”

I take a sip of wine. “Did you invite your parents to the show?”

A guilty look comes over Grace’s features. “No, but Greg and I are going down on Saturday morning to bring the rest of the paintings. I’ll tell them then.”

We have two more glasses of wine before calling it a night. As we climb the stairs hand in hand, I muse over how used I’ve become to Grace being part of my life. I cannot imagine life without her now, and I can’t remember how it used to be without her. I’m feeling a buzz from the wine, and I cannot wait to get Grace naked and make love to her.

I’m in no rush tonight, and when we shut the door, I lay her on the bed and slowly undress her. She keeps her gaze on me as I pull her T-shirt up and off, tossing it to the floor.

I feast my eyes on her breasts, covered by her see-through lacy bra. “You’re so beautiful, Grace.”

She giggles. “You say that every time you undress me.”

“That’s because it hits me anew every time.” I cup her breasts and squeeze.

She moans and slightly raises her chest. Her nipples are hard, and as I tease them, they grow more erect. I pull her bra cups down, releasing her breasts, and lower my mouth to suck on a hard nipple.

Grace threads her fingers through my hair as I shower attention on her breasts. After a few minutes, I trail kisses down to her belly, and after teasing her belly button, I pull down her yoga pants. I inhale sharply at the sight of her panty-clad pussy and lower my head to inhale her sweet scents.

I pull down her panties and spread her legs wide open, kiss along her inner thighs, making my way to her dripping center. “You’re so wet.”

She raises her hips in response. “Please, Kyle.”

I love it when she’s like this. Unconcerned about nothing else except for the demands of her body. I move my tongue to where she wants it and suck on her clit gently.

Her moans fill the room, and they grow louder by the second. I alternate between sucking on her clit to swiping my tongue along her slit. I do this for several minutes, and sensing she’s close and needs more, I push two fingers deep inside her pussy.

She rocks herself on my fingers and pants loudly. “Yes, Kyle.”

I fuck her faster with my fingers and suck on her clit hard. She lets out a scream and her pussy clamps around my fingers.

“Kyle,” she says over and over again, inflating my ego.

It makes me feel ten feet tall to know that I can make my woman scream with pleasure. Before she comes down from the high of her orgasm, I take off my pants and boxer briefs and lift her legs onto my shoulders.

“You ready for this?” I ask her, running my cock up and down her pussy, which is still gushing out liquids.

“I’m ready for your cock,” Grace says without fully opening her eyes.

“Fuck, you look so hot.”

I push it in and groan loudly as it disappears into her pussy. Her breasts bounce as I ram my cock in and out of her. Her pussy clenches my cock, and it takes all my self-control not to come there and then.

She rocks in time to my thrusts, and it’s not long before her moans change to whimpers. I look at her beautiful face and remind myself that she’s all mine. I thrust harder, and she fists the bedding.

“Oh please,” she cries, moving her head from side to side as if she can’t take it anymore.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” I urge her.

I change my tempo so that I drag my cock along her clit with every thrust. She pants like a woman in labor. Then her pussy clenches my cock like a vise, and we both come at the same time.

She trembles uncontrollably as I empty my release into her. Our breathing slowly gets back to normal as we come down from the high of orgasm. I slowly pull out my cock and lay by her side on the bed.

“That was out of this world,” she says.

“You say that every time we make love,” I tell her.

She laughs softly. “That’s because it’s true.”