It's The Way You Look At Me Ch. 13

Both my hands were busy stimulating her cunny as she kissed me with a lovers kiss. I loved those lips on mine as she softly kissed my mouth and traced my tongue.

"Fuck," she whimpered. "I'm going to cum."

Her cunny flooded my hand as I continued to play with her. Her breath hit my face as she whimpered again and came on my hands. I let her rest as my one hand fell away from her clit. My other pressed into her softly.

She shifted again in the bed and straddled my body. She reached back and slipped my cock out of the hole in my boxers. She gripped it and smeared my precum around my head before she pointed it to her cunny. I slipped in so easily now as she gasped at my intrusion. Her cunny was still quivering from her orgasm as she pressed me all the way into her. Her heat and wetness made me gasp as she sank all the way down on me.

She rested with her body flat against mine. She carefully pulled the covers over us to keep the cold out. There was a little gap that let some in. Did Becky not run the heat in this house I wondered? She tipped her hips hard making me touch her end as she found my mouth again. She started undulating her hips letting me slip to her end before quickly turning them again and taking me all the way into her wetness.

She stopped kissing me and panted in my face as she growled. Her legs shifted again as she pressed her knees into the mattress at my sides. Her body lifted up lightly as she made some space between us.

"Fuck me Owen," she begged.

I wasted no time gripping her waist and bucking my body into hers. She was so slippery and wet as I slipped into her deeply before falling away quickly. The bed started to squeak and shift below us as I bucked into her body. The soft slaps of us crashing together filled the room. She panted above me and begged me to quiet down a little.

I slowed my pace until the bed quieted down. She started falling into me and met me halfway with each plunge. Her cunny was so wet and slippery now as she grew closer to another release. I knew her body so well. I could feel her squeezing her muscles trying to get me to cum with her. My hands left her hips and found her nipples. I twisted them roughly making her whimper softly as she bit her lower lip.

Her nails scratched my chest as she held off for the time being. I knew she was close now. I could feel myself swelling inside of her cunny as I started to release. She knew my warning as my breath quickened and rasped as I started to fill her. She flooded me as she came. She leaked around the edges as I filled her womb with all I had.

She sank back onto my cock taking me all the way inside as she rested her head on my chest and panted. The blankets has slipped down her back as she lay there basking in the afterglow. I reached down and found the blankets. I pulled them up over her shoulders keeping the cold out again.

She giggled lightly as I pulled her tighter to me and held her.

"Even I get cold sometimes," I offered.

"I can't wait to get to Florida," she whispered. "I've had enough of the cold too."

"Why did we move to New York again?" I teased.

"Because you love me," she giggled.

"Yeah," I chuckled with her.

She cupped herself as she slipped away from me. She silently went to the bathroom to clean up before coming back to the room.

"Ow fuck," she yelped as she bumped into something.

I chuckled. "You ok baby?"

"No," she giggled. "That fucking hurt."

"What did you hit?"

"The door," she giggled again. "I closed it on my toe."

She pulled the covers back as she slipped into bed.

"Hey," I chuckled. "You're freezing me out."

"Hush up," she giggled. "Hold me."

I pulled her into my arms as she got comfortable.

"I love you baby," I whispered.

"You want to know something?" she giggled softly. "I love you too."

We talked softly for a few minutes until we went silent. I lay there thinking about this visit. Jamie's breathing started to grow more steady as she finally went to sleep. I remembered the box in the garage. I had forgotten about it until now.

I rested there for another twenty minutes until Jamie was deeper into sleep. Her breathing was slow and steady with just the lightest snore. I moved very slowly to pull my arm from under her body. She didn't stir as I got free and slipped out from under the covers. The cool air hit my warm body as I opened the door and carefully walked to the front door to get my jacket.

Once I had my jacket, I worked my way back through the house to the garage. The door clicked open loudly making me cringe at the noise. I waited a minute before opening it and going into the cold garage. I shut the door silently and flipped the light on.

I found the box I was looking for right on the top. I pulled the box off the shelf and set it on the floor. I pulled the top open and started digging through it until I found the journal I had had in my hands before I was interrupted. I didn't know what page I was on when I started reading but I knew I was about halfway through it. I started at the beginning and read a few boring entries for a while.

Things got interesting as I turned the next page. I read for a while and gasped out loud when I got a little more to the puzzle. I kept turning the pages and reading. Every page I turned made me gasp and say the same, holy fuck, I had just said on the page before.

I eventually passed the page I had started on earlier in the evening. I must have spent an hour out there reading everything that was written in her diary. I couldn't believe what I was reading and had to reread some of it twice just to make sure I wasn't misunderstanding it.

I was numb after I read the whole thing. It wasn't because I was standing in the cold ass garage either. It made me sick to my stomach to find out the truth. And the worst part of all was I was going to have to break it to Jamie at some point. I couldn't keep this from her. It was going to kill her but I knew I couldn't keep it from her.

I searched the box again and tried to find something that was earlier than what I was reading. I searched for another twenty minutes trying to find something but I couldn't. The clock inside my head told me I needed to get back to bed so Jamie wouldn't stir and not find me there. I had been out here for over an hour now so it was time. I had enough as it was anyway to break Jamie's heart and that was bad enough.

I put the contents back into the box except for the journal I had read. I placed the box back on the shelf and headed back into the house. I retraced my steps and headed back to bed with Jamie. I didn't sleep at all for the rest of that night. I just laid there and listened to her sleeping so peacefully right now. The morning was going to be more than rough for her.

I checked my phone again for the hundredth time since I had crawled back into bed. It was just past 630 now. I couldn't take lying here anymore. I had to do something to get my mind off of things. I was exhausted from the sleepless night.

I went to the kitchen and found the coffee and got a pot started. I worked my way around the kitchen and got a cup and some sugar before pouring a cup. I took it to the table and sat there with my laptop again and tried to study film. My mind wasn't into it though. I rewound the same play several times before Becky came into the kitchen.

"I thought I smelt coffee," she said. "You are up early this morning."

I wanted to explode when I heard her voice. My pulse quickened as I felt my blood start to boil. I knew I couldn't just explode on her though. Jamie was already annoyed with me for being so cautious about trusting her. I had thought about how I was going to break it to Jamie. I was going to open the diary and let her start reading it. She could ask the questions once she read a little of it. Then it wouldn't have to be me breaking it to her. It was still going to be bad but I couldn't find the heart to tell her. I took a calming breath as I pull the headphones off my ears and closed the lip to my laptop.

"I get up early every morning," I offered. "That's how I've always been unless I had a long night out."

"I know all about long nights," she said softly. "I've had my fair share of them."

"I bet you have," I sighed, trying to contain my anger.

"Do you guys go out a lot?" she questioned.

"Jamie and me?" I questioned.

"Yes."

"Not lately," I replied. "We have been too busy. Plus she has been away for the past five weeks so I wasn't in the mood to go out."

"You guys spend a lot of time together," she said with an undertone.

"Yeah, that we do."

"You guys seem to be close," she said with the same undertone.

"Very close," I said. "I've always been there for Jamie. I've always looked out for her and gotten her through the really tough times in her life. Today will be no different."

The last part of that either went right over her head or she just ignored it.

"I get the impression that you guys are...closer than just family."

"What's it to you?" I asked.

"Is that why you called her baby last night?" she questioned.

"Again, what's it to you?"

"I don't know the whole situation, but that seems like a big skeleton in the closet if you ask me," she said.

"It's a good thing I'm not asking you," I hissed.

"Where is all this hostility coming from?" she asked with some anger.

"Because it's none of your business what Jamie and I are," I quipped. "Jamie and I chose this life together. It doesn't matter what you or anyone else thinks for that matter."

"I get that I haven't been there and I shouldn't get a say," she started. "But...what does everyone else think?"

"Again, it doesn't matter what everyone else thinks," I hissed. "Jamie and I chose this life. But, if you are so concerned about it, my dad and Jamie's dad know all about it. It took some time but they accept us for what we are."

"And what is that exactly?" Becky asked bluntly now.

"Truthful," I barked. "Unlike you."

"I told you my story," she started.

"And what a story it is," I said sharply. "You talk about having a skeleton in my closet, you must have about twenty in yours."

"My closet is pretty bare," she shot back.

"Just like your cold fucking heart too."

"Don't you come into my house and talk to me like this," Becky barked. "You can take your sorry ass out the door if you want to be like that."

"I'll be leaving soon enough," I smiled angrily. "But not until you tell Jamie the real truth about why you left. The Hollywood thing is a great story, but it's just that, a big fucking story."

"Owen," she started. "You are hardheaded just like Dan. Why can't you just accept what I have told you?"

I wasn't listening to her anymore. I pulled her diary from under my laptop and set it in front of me before I looked at her.

"I can't accept a story if it's a lie," I barked. "You can't act you way out of this one Becky."

"What is that?" she questioned uneasily.

"You know damn well what this is," I quipped.

I flipped the journal open to the page and started reading. "I can't live with this guilt anymore..."

I read the entry before I looked up at her with anger in my eyes. She looked as white as a ghost as I finished and shot her a look.

"Hear that sound?" I hissed. "That's those skeletons banging on the closet door."

"Where did you get that from?" she asked still stunned.

"Who fucking cares where I got it from," I barked. "You've finally been caught in your lie. And the worst part about all this is its going to destroy both Jamie and Buck. But you probably don't care. If you did you would have come clean when you found out you were pregnant. Instead, you just abandon your daughter and your husband on some lame excuse that you wanted to be an actress."

She covered her mouth as I let my words sink in.

"You've been a pretty good actress your whole life. Too bad nobody in Hollywood knew how good of one you were."

"Owen please," she whimpered. "Try to understand."

"Don't fucking Owen please me," I barked. "How can I even phantom this with some understanding. How the hell are Jamie and Buck going to understand this? You are going to crush her all over again just like you did when you left the first time."

"I just...,"she trailed off.

I thought of Jamie now and what it was going to do to her. "You owe it to Jamie to come clean now. She's spent her whole life wondering if she was the reason why you left her."

"I can't tell her," Becky cried.

"You have to tell her Becky," I snapped.

"This isn't fair Owen," she cried again.

I could feel my blood boiling now.

"Fair!" I roared. "You want to talk about what's not fair now? What you have done to this whole family isn't fair. A whole life of lies. Dad was right, you are fucking certifiably insane and need some serious medicine."

"What the hell is going on?" Jamie cried as she came from the bedroom. "Why are you two fighting?"

"Because she is a fucking bold faced liar," I barked.

"Owen," Jamie called. "Calm down."

"Calm down? This fucking woman is crazy."

"Owen," Jamie hissed still.

"Tell her Becky. Tell her why you are crazy. Tell her the truth!"

"No," Becky cried. "I can't."

"For once in your pathetic life be honest," I barked. "You do realize that your whole entire life has been one big lie up to this point."

"Owen," Jamie cried. "Stop this. Just stop."

"Tell her!" I roared again as I ignored Jamie. My hand was banging the table and the journal. "Tell her the truth you nut job!"

"Shut the hell up Owen!" Becky snapped. "Do you think this is easy for me? Do you think I have wanted to live with this? The guilt has consumed me."

"Don't you dare turn this into something about you!" I boomed. "You did this. You created this mess and it's time for you to come clean."

"Owen!" Jamie cried. "What the hell is going on?"

"Gosh dammit!" I barked.

"Calm down Owen," Jamie begged. "I've never seen you like this."

"Because I've never been so disgusted in my entire life." I turned to Jamie now. "Baby, I found this last night by accident but it has the ugly truth about why she really left you and your dad all those years ago. I can't comprehend it to be quite honest."

"What does it say?" she asked me.

"I can't Jamie. I can't repeat it. I don't want to be the one who has to break your heart. It's bad enough I was the one who found this shit. She has to tell you."

"Mom?" Jamie questioned.

"I'm sorry Jamie. I'm so, so sorry. I thought that maybe having you come out here would somehow make this easier if we started a relationship."

I pushed myself away from the table and stood next to Jamie now.

"Just tell me," Jamie begged.

It took Becky a second to respond.

"Buck might not be your father Jamie," Becky sobbed.

"What?" Jamie gasped very slowly as her words sunk in.

"Buck might not be your father," she sobbed again.

Jamie looked at me now. The pain on her face ripped right through me as I took her into my arms. Her face hit my chest as she started to sob. This hurt so bad to see Jamie like this. I knew it was going to kill her but I couldn't live with this secret. It wouldn't be fair to Jamie.

"Who is my father?" Jamie cried.

"I don't know," Becky whimpered. "I was with Buck and two other guys when I got pregnant."

"Holy fuck," I gasped. That wasn't in anything I read. It just said over and over that she didn't know if Buck was her dad or not. It never said there were a few options out there. I didn't realize Becky was such a whore.

"The guilt I had made me run away Jamie," Becky started. "I'm so sorry Jamie."

"I don't want to hear it," Jamie sobbed into my chest still.

"I wanted to explain," she started again.

"You shut the hell up!" I barked. "That's enough out of you. Don't you dare turn this around and try a pity party on yourself again."

"Why?" Jamie sobbed. "Why did I come here?"

"Let's get you out of here Jamie," I said calmly. "Go get changed so we can get the fuck away from here."

She just sobbed into my chest before she spoke. "I'm going to pass out. This is too much."

"Don't pass out baby," I begged. "Let's just get you out to the car. I'll grab our stuff so we can get the hell out of here."

I had to guide her to the door before I slipped her coat over her shoulders. I put my shoes on her feet so I could get her out of there quickly. I clicked the car and started it as I led her to the passenger side. I opened the door and let her sit in the seat. I couldn't even begin to try and calm her down. This was way too much for me to even handle right now.

"Just try and relax," I sighed. "I'll be right back."

"Hurry," she sobbed.

I went back into the house and grabbed our stuff quickly. Becky must have locked herself in her room while I was getting Jamie into the car. I didn't make a scene, I just got our things then left the house. I had nothing to say to her really. She just broke my best friend's heart all over again.

I got into the car and took off down the road back towards Denver. I tried to calm Jamie down as best as I could. What do you say to somebody who just had this dumped on her though? I'm sorry? I know what you are feeling? It's going to be alright?

She looked over at me once we got onto the highway and had been driving for a little while. Her eyes were still red from crying but she had at least stopped for now.

"I'm so sorry Jamie. I didn't mean to cause you all this pain."

"It's not your fault Owen," she sighed.

"I stumbled on it though, I'm the reason this all happened."

"As much as this hurts I'm glad you did find out the truth. It's better that I found out now rather than sometime down the road when I really had a chance to get to know her better."

"I'm still sorry it went down like this," I sighed.

"How did you find that?" she questioned now.

"When that box broke last night I found it. By pure chance I found it when I was cleaning up. The word guilt stood out on the page that was open so I started reading it. I went back in there after we went back to bed and read the whole thing. I didn't want to tell you but... I had to. I had to say something."

"I know you did," she offered. "I'm glad you did. You would have been just as bad as her if you didn't say anything."

"It's killing me to see you like this baby. I'm so sorry I found it."

"Don't beat yourself up over it," she said quickly. "You weren't the one who was lying. You were looking out for me. I should have trusted you and your gut."

"There's no fault between us," I offered. "We had no idea this was going to happen."

"My whole life has been a lie," she quipped.

"The story was a lie," I said quickly. "And she did go to Hollywood, she just didn't go for the reasons she said she did."

"She lied to my dad though. And to me even if I was too young to remember why."

I looked over at her as she sat there in thought. I placed my hand on her knee and gave it a soft squeeze to let her know I was here for her and I was going to be with her until the hurt went away. She looked at me as my hand moved up and down her leg a little and put her hand on mine. Her fingers curled around mine as she held my hand.

"What if?" she started. "What if my dad really isn't my dad?"

"Buck is your dad Jamie. He raised you by himself and has loved you as his daughter your whole life. Even with everything we have put him through by being us he has still loved you. That man is your dad."

"Do you think he knows? Does he even have a doubt or a suspicion that maybe I might not be his?"

"He wouldn't keep that from you Jamie," I said softly. "There's no way he wouldn't tell you."

"It doesn't matter," I said after a minute passed. "That man is your father. He made you who you are today."

"I know he raised me but is he really my dad? I mean... should I look for my dad? Should I make sure he is or isn't my dad first, then should I look?"