Rough Draft: Twisted Ink

"Yes. Short hand. Was married. She cheated with my best friend. Was pregnant. Said no way it could be mine. We divorced. She listed Lucas Grayson as the father. Told me this weekend she'd lied. Said he looks just like me," I blurted.

"I see. Do you believe her?"

"Luke and I look nothing alike, so yeah," I shrugged. Luke was all blonde hair, blue eyes compared to my black hair, green eyes.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late. Traffic on 240. What a nightmare," Jen explained bouncing into the office. Colt and I stood. I kissed her cheek and Colt shook her hand.

"Hello, Jen. Good to see you," he said and smiled his shark smile. Asshat. What? I'm only human. I appreciated the guy, didn't mean I had to like him.

"Colt," Jen greeted.

"So, Benjamin, caught me up," Colt told her. She nodded.

"Ben, you can call me Ben," I corrected.

"Sure thing," he smiled. "Ok. First things first. Since you're not listed as the father, no judge will touch the case without proof of paternity. We'll need a court ordered paternity test. From there, well it's up to you, Ben. What are you wanting?" Colt asked. Shit. What did I want? I wanted to know my kid, for sure. "Keep in mind, Ben. If you don't seek sole or full custody, you 'will' be paying child support."

"I'm not worried about that. If he's mine, that's my obligation. Honestly, I wanna know my kid. I wanna have a chance to be his dad, ya know?"

"I'm sorry, I have to ask this. Is there any possibility of reconciliation with Lana Allen?" Colt had the grace to look embarrassed.

"Absolutely not," I answered immediately. Jen took my hand and squeezed. Had she been worried about that? Crazy woman. I squeezed her hand back.

"Ok. Well if you're the father. You're not seeking full custody. You're not, right?" Colt gave me a pointed look.

"Not at this time," Jen chimed in. "Right now he wants joint custody. Is full custody an option later, if Ben is so inclined?" She asked. How did she know about this shit?

"I won't lie. Mississippi and Tennessee favor mothers, but it's absolutely not unheard of for a father to be awarded custody," Colt explained. "The case will take place in the child's state of residence. Which for now is still Tennessee. After six months it will revert to Mississippi, since that's where the mother moved. She lied about paternity, she's got strikes against her, but it's not enough."

"I don't want to take him from the only mother he's known," I shook my head. Jen squeezed my hand again. I looked at her face. She was looking at me with, what I could only call, love.

"Well," Colt interrupted our gaze, "I'll get the mandate for the paternity test rolling. We should hear back in a couple of weeks. I'm also going to put in a request for legal fees to be paid by Mrs. Allen. This is her doing, she should be held financially accountable," he grinned and sneered. Interesting. Mr. Dyers had some skeletons.

"Thank you, Colt," Jen said and stood. She shook his hand.

"Yes, thank you so much," I did the same.

"Of course. You've been wronged, Mr. Allen. I hope to remedy that," Colt said seriously.

When we reached the parking lot Jen wrapped herself around me. I leaned down and caught her luscious mouth. She whimpered into me. I hadn't been inside my girl in a week. I'd wanted to Saturday, but with all the shit going on, it hadn't been possible.

"Do you have to go back to work?" I asked against her mouth. She shook her head causing her lips to rub across mine. "Let's go to my place," I whispered. I needed to feel her. I needed to feel our connection. My life was turned on its side and Jen could make it right.

"Ok," she whispered back. "I'll follow you."

The attorney's office was less than ten minutes from my house. We gave quick greetings to Deak and Raine on the way back to my room. They smiled knowing smiles and waved.

I dragged Jen into the bedroom and kicked the door shut. I pulled her to me and murmured into her hair, "I've missed you so much, baby."

"Me too," she whispered into my chest. I moved my hand to unzip her sexy little skirt. She let it puddle around her feet and stepped out of it. I dropped to my knees and slid her stockings down. She kicked off her heels, so I could remove them. I kissed my way slowly back up her thigh. When I reached the apex I place a kiss on her pantie clad mound. She shivered.

"Ben," she whispered. God this amazing, beautiful woman was mine. I was a lucky bastard. I stood and slowly undid the buttons of her shirt. I savored every new patch of perfect skin that appeared with my mouth.

When I had her in nothing but her red bra and matching panties I stood back and stared. Just. Stared. Beautiful. Beautiful and mine. Her blue eyes looked at me with such adoration it stole my breath. Her perfect plump lips called to me like a siren's song. Her curtain of brown hair was like silk. She was an angel.

"God, you're so beautiful," I rasped. She made the sexiest whimper I'd ever heard. In thirty-three years I'd never heard a sexier sound. "Com'ere, angel."

There was less than a second before she was in my arms. I sealed my lips over hers and moaned into her mouth. She opened on a sigh and I licked my way in. I could kiss her forever. Longer, even.

My hands undid the clasp of her bra and I stepped away to slide it off. Then I carefully guided her to the bed and laid her there gently. I wasn't rushing this. I was going to make love to my girl this time.

I hooked my fingers into her sexy little panties and pulled them down, relishing the sight of the goosebumps that appeared on her thighs. When she was beautifully naked, I sat back and took her in again. Lovely. Exquisite.

"You don't even know, do you?" I asked her.

"What?" She whispered back.

"How fucking perfect you are."

"Ben, please," she begged quietly.

"Oh yes, baby," I replied. I took my clothes off and leaned down to kiss her ankle, up her calf and thigh, when I reached my destination, I slowed. I gave her long slow licks. Making love to her with my mouth. She sighed and moaned, that mixed with the scent of her arousal was heady. I sucked in her clit and felt her come apart. Her taste and smell became stronger and I lapped it up like a starving man.

"So perfect," I muttered into her belly. When I was above her I took a long, slow, deep kiss. I pushed my way in through her swollen tissues so slowly. Feeling and loving every pulse, shudder and ripple.

"God, Ben. So good, baby," she whispered against my cheek. I nuzzled her neck and breasts.

"You feel so fuckin' good, angel. Wanna stay here forever," I groaned. When I was all the way in I pulled out and pushed back, setting a slow rhythm. We went quiet except for our moans and sighs. I know we went on for at least an hour, just feeling each other. Kissing and touching. It was intense.

Finally Jen broke the spell. "Ben please. I need to come," she whimpered. I sped up and felt her immediately start clenching.

"So fucking good, angel," I growled. She let out a series of staccato moans and exploded around me. The waves of her orgasm sent fire through my spine. "Fuck," I called out and released into her. I had to tell her while we were connected like this. I'd never felt an urgency like this in my life. I cupped her cheeks, still buried inside, "I love you," I said with the same urgency I felt.

Her eyes watered and her lip trembled. Oh shit. I fucked up. Heavy tears ran from her eyes to the pillow. Then she blew my mind. "I know," she said and gave me a watery smile. I couldn't help it I grinned down at her. Of course she knew. My girl knew me better than I did. "I love you too, Ben."

"I know," I echoed her.

When I woke up the sun had set. I looked over at the woman in my arms. She turned her sleepy eyes on me and smiled. "You hungry, baby?" I asked her. She gave me a nod and another smile. I kissed her forehead and went in search of my boxers.

When I successfully found them, I put them on and started to the kitchen. Unfortunately, this took me through the living room, and unfortunately my dumbass roommates were watching TV. Another unfortunate thing was that my headboard shared a wall with the couch. I knew all of these were unfortunate when I saw those asshats' faces. They were grinning like the cats that ate the canary. Fuckers. I ignored them and continued toward the kitchen.

"Hey, man," Deak called. I turned to look at him. Raine was holding his stomach, laughing. Douchebags. "Raine wants to know where you're hiding your Viagra."

"Come again?" I said. Wrong thing to say.

"That what she said," Raine bellowed.

"Fuck you," I called.

"She said that too," Deak laughed. "Really though man, the Viagra? You banged that headboard for over an hour!"

"'I', unlike you fuckers, last longer than two minutes," I deadpanned and flipped them off. They both laughed, then Raine got serious.

"Be good to her, man. She's a good girl," he said with a smile.

"Don't think I've forgotten about the cookout, asshole," I said with a frown.

Raine put his hands, palms out, in front of him, "Dude! I was trying to make you jealous. You were being a dumbass. And hey, it worked, yeah?" Motherfucking, manipulative bastard. I grinned at him. Bastard. I owed him, a lot.

I continued to the kitchen and grabbed stuff to make sandwiches. Hey. I'm a dude. I can grill and have one meal I can cook, and it takes hours. So yeah, I made my girl sandwiches.

I took our feast back to the bedroom, ignoring the sniggers from my friends. Assholes. When I walked in Jen was sitting in the middle of the bed, looking at my phone. Uh oh. What now? Can't I just have a peaceful night with my girl?

"Hey, babe. What's wrong?" I asked cautiously. She looked up and smiled. Ok. Smiling is good. Right? It wasn't a maniacal smile. So yeah smiling equals more pussy for Ben tonight.

"Lana wants you to call her. Sorry I accidentally answered. I thought mine was ringing and just grabbed it," she said sheepishly. Fuck. I didn't care. She wasn't mad at me. Her brows furrowed and she looked at the phone frowning.

"Is that it?" I asked. Clearly something was wrong.

"Yeah," she said absently, still looking at the phone.

"Baby? What did she say?" This was not gonna be good.

I was dozing in and out while Ben was getting food. I vaguely heard the guys laughing and ribbing each other. I loved him. I'd told him I loved him. I was terrified and happy and blissful and terrified. And he loved me. Maybe he was retarded. I giggled to myself.

My phone started ringing, I answered, like normal, without even looking at the phone.

"Hello," I answered feeling rather giddy.

"Oh, um. Can I speak to Ben?" the female voice at the other end asked. What? I pulled the phone away from my ear. Oops. Not my phone. The screen said Lana Allen. Be nice, Jen.

"I'm sorry he's indisposed," I answered. Hehe. Don't judge me. It was irresistible.

"Is this his girlfriend?" her tone was clipped.

"Yes, Jen," I said lightly. "I'll tell him you called."

"You're nothing, ya know? Ben's loved me since we were in high school," she sneered. I had no idea how to respond so I said the first thing that came to mind.

"Sure thing. I'll be sure to lose sleep over that. Have a good night," I replied, sarcastically.

"You think just because he fucks your fat ass, you mean something. You're just a fucking bed warmer. He's using you until he can get me back. We're going to be a family, and I won't let some fat slut get in my way. Let me guess he tells you you're beautiful. Perfect. Honey, please. You're not his type. Ben likes girls with a little less padding and a lot more class," she spat.

Oh this bitch had crossed the line. "He may 'like' those girls, but he 'loves' me. You come at me again, bitch, and I will turn your world inside out. You don't know me, but keep it up, and you will fucking get to know me!" I retorted. "I'll tell Ben you called, after he makes 'love' to me 'again'. You suck on that while you lay in your cold ass bed alone tonight." Bitch! I hung up the phone and stared at it.

"Hey, babe. What's wrong?" Ben asked. I hadn't even noticed he came in. He looked so adorable, yes tattooed gods can be adorable, in his boxers, holding two plates of food and two water bottles awkwardly. I couldn't help but smile at him. He set the food down on the dresser and turned back to me.

"Lana wants you to call her. Sorry I accidentally answered. I thought mine was ringing and just grabbed it," I said sheepishly. Hopefully he didn't think I was spying. He seemed ok, he nodded at me and looked at me cautiously. I furrowed my brows and looked at the phone frowning.

"Is that it?" he asked. I didn't want to ruin our night. It had started so beautifully.

"Yeah," I said absently, still looking at the phone. It was, it was fine. I wasn't going to let that bitch bother me.

"Baby? What did she say?" I looked at him. There was no use in trying to hide it. He knew something was wrong.

"She was just being a jealous harpy, Ben. It's fine I've been called worse by better people," I said trying to diffuse and get back to our night. It didn't work.

"What. Did. She. Say," he clipped. Damn.

"She said I wasn't your type. She said that you like your women with less padding and more class," I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Ben's face was hard as granite. "She said I was nothing to you, that you'd loved her since high school," I finished softly.

Ben's eyes widened and he blinked rapidly. "You know that's bullshit, right?"

"I know, sweetie. Still stung a little, but, like I said, she's jealous and I'm over it and I don't want her to ruin our night."

He crawled toward me on the bed an gave me a sweet kiss. "I love you, angel. You'll never be nothing to me," he said softly. Then he showed me how much he loved me. Again and again and again.

I woke up and stretched. No Ben. Hmm. I got up and went to do my business. I found Ben's boxers from last night and one of his T-shirts. I slipped them on and padded into the living room.

"I 'will' see my son, Lana. No, you listen. I don't know what kind of bullshit you're pulling, but if it continues we will have serious problems." I shouldn't have listened in. But Ben was pissed. I really hoped he put that bitch in her place. "No. No. Who I am fucking and how I'm fucking them is not your concern. A year and a half ago, it was your concern. I don't care. Keep her out of this. That's none of your fucking business." His tone was getting more and more frustrated and I was feeling more guilty about listening. I walked into the kitchen and made my presence known. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him. He pulled the phone away from his ear and kissed my head.

"We'll go get some breakfast in a minute, love," he murmured to me. I nodded and plopped down at the table.

"Yeah I'm fuckin' here. I hear you, bitch. The whole fuckin' state hears you. Oh? Are you fuckin' threatening me? You just try some shit like that, Lana. It's not gonna happen. You're damn straight I do." He was pretty much yelling. Then, the bitch must've said something really bad. Ben's voice got deadly calm and unnervingly low. "What the fuck did you just say?" Even I swallowed hard and shivered. If the former was calm and low, the next words were like a nuclear explosion, "YOU FUCKING BITCH! I DON'T KNOW WHY I FUCKIN' MARRIED YOU. YOU HAVE BEEN NOTHING BUT A FUCKING WASTE OF SIXTEEN FUCKIN' YEARS. YEAH? YOU CAN FUCKIN' WALK OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH! I HATE YOU TOO." He took the phone away from his ear and threw it against the wall. I jumped and yelped. "Fuckin' cunt," he hissed.

I inched out of my seat a dashed to the bedroom while his back was turned. He needed a minute. Honestly mad Ben, while sexy, was also very, very scary. I searched for a pair of sweats I could borrow and put my bra back on under his shirt. A few minutes later the bedroom door opened and closed. Ben stood leaning against it, arms crossed and a guarded look on his face. I couldn't read his mood, so I stood with my hands clasped in front of me, looking at him uncertainly. He heaved a sigh and started toward me. I wasn't afraid of 'Ben', I was afraid of Ben's temper. I'd never seen him that angry, and I learned from my father, people react differently when they're angry. So I stepped back.

Ben sighed again and looked up like he was asking God for help. "I'm sorry, angel. I lost my temper. She's known me long enough to know what buttons to push. I'm fine, now. I've calmed down." He was so genuine when he said it, I couldn't help but to take a running leap into his arms. He caught me, of course, and squeezed me tight. "I'm sorry if I scared you, baby," he murmured against my neck.

"I want you," I breathed out. He pulled back and looked at my face for a second before taking my lips. The kiss was urgent and rough. I knew what my man needed. He needed to own me, to use my body to right himself. I needed the connection.

He ripped his shirt over my head. "I like you in my clothes, baby," he said and yanked down the sweats. "I really like that you don't have panties on. Your pussy rubbin' on my pants. I like that, baby." A whimper escaped me. He was so fucking hot. He unhooked my bra and tossed it behind him. He yanked his gym shorts down and stepped out of them. I reached for his shirt, but he put his hands under my thighs and lifted me. My legs went around his waist and I clung to his shoulders.

He walked me to the dresser and used one arm to sweep everything off it. He set me on the edge and started plowing into me. This was not the tender lovemaking from last night. This was straight up, fucking. Did it mean there was less connection? Love? No. It meant Ben needed this and I needed this.

The dresser moved with the force of his thrusts. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to my hips. This was his show and he wasn't letting me forget. He was saying increasingly naughty things to me in a growled voice. My first orgasm cut through me like a machete. I was screaming, yes screaming, his name. He picked me up and pulled out, I slapped at him in protest, but he just growled like an animal and turned me around. He pinned my hands at the small of my back. He bent me over the dresser, until I was on my tip-toes. I was completely immobile.

"Have you ever done anal, baby?" He growled. I shook my head. Oh God no. No. No. No. I had no control, it terrified me and turned me on. He thrusts into my pussy violently. I screamed out.

"Fuck me, Ben. Fuck me hard," I screeched. I felt his thumb at my rear hole. Oh God. I clenched.

"Relax, baby. I won't hurt you," he said roughly. He stilled and rubbed my lower back. "Relax," he said again. I felt his finger at my anus. He pushed in a little at a time. "That's my girl. Relax, baby." It was weird. It didn't hurt, it was just pressure. Like being too full. He pulled out a little then pushed back in deeper. I finally relaxed completely and he went in to his knuckle.

"Good girl," he whispered and kissed my nape. He started thrusting his hips again. Nerves in both places came to life. He moved his finger in time with his hips, much slower than before. He thrust his hips and swirled and took his finger out all at the same time. I came harder than I'd ever come in my life. I was literally crying, not in a bad way, just overwhelmed. Before I could come completely down his palm struck my ass cheek. The sudden pain had me rolling into my third orgasm. Finally Ben released my arms, pulled out and turned me again. Lifted me back up and put the tip of himself in. He lifted me higher and impaled me on his cock. My fourth orgasm hit and I went boneless. I heard Ben curse and cry out, I felt him spurting inside of me, then I felt the mattress beneath me. My eyes were closed, my body spent and unmoving. Ben pried me off of him. I heard water running and after a few minutes I felt the mattress dip. Warmth hit my overused vagina. He was cleaning me up. He was being so gentle, so loving. I limply put my arms up to him. I needed to feel him. He came into them willingly and kissed my eyelids, my nose, my cheeks and finally my lips.