Step by step
The next few months consisted of Lana traveling up and down the state as her work was becoming more and more popular in the art community. She had even been featured at a large art gallery in San Francisco in the late fall where she made her best sales yet. The orders she had been receiving online had doubled and a few bloggers had featured her as well. She and Dylan spent a majority of their time together, her staying with him or him staying with her. As long as he didn’t have Natalia at the time of her shows he proudly accompanied Lana. She had been supportive of him when he would squirrel away in his office working, and he wanted to be just as supportive for her in her career.
After the drama of her psycho ex-boyfriend had come to an end, their relationship truly started to blossom. Her initial urges to second guess everything had fallen away little by little until they were non-existent, and he had started to overcome his commitment issues. Once Natalia had accepted and approved Lana as being part of his life, he realized that there were some lingering insecurities from his past that he needed to let go of. After many late-night talks, a few emotionally-charged heated discussions, and finding a sexual connection that neither of them had ever experienced before, they both had bared their souls completely for the other to see.
The night that she had totally fallen apart after finally expressing all of her fears due to the emotional damage that had been inflicted upon her in the past, Dylan not only stayed with her, but held her and comforted her through the night. For the first time she felt like she could give herself to him completely. She no longer felt like she was living a double life. The night he admitted to Lana that his biggest fear was that she was going to leave now that she had grown stronger and didn’t need the protection he had provided initially, she cried for him, for the pain he had learned to endure. She assured him that not only was she madly in love with him, but she had grown to deeply care for Natalia, and she would never dream of leaving their life in shambles just because she had become a bit more independent. It was after that when he finally stopped feeling the need to keep his life with his daughter and his life with Lana separate from each other. Natalia loved having Lana around, not only did the three of them function well and have fun together, but she had become quite the assistant in the kitchen, taking interest in Lana’s diverse culinary skills. It no longer was a big deal if he had Natalia and Lana spent the night. Dylan had even brought Natalia down to San Diego to spend time with his family with Lana at his side, and the three of them stayed at her place for a few nights. While Natalia was with her mother on Thanksgiving, the pair celebrated the holiday with Lana’s family.
It was now the beginning of December and they were at Dylan’s home getting ready for a charity gala in LA being held to support a foundation that provided assistance to foster children and their families. They had asked Dylan to be one of the speakers at the event, and with Lana’s encouragement he accepted the invitation. He pulled on the jacket that went with his tuxedo and looked at his watch, rolling his eyes with a smirk. Lana had been “getting ready” for nearly two hours now, worried that this would be their first official public appearance as a couple and knowing that there would be many pictures taken throughout the night. He had tried to assure her that as a writer, he didn’t appear in nearly as many tabloids as movie starlets and pop stars. He saw their car pull into the driveway and went over to the bottom of the stairs yelling up.
“Babe, we gotta go. The driver’s here,” he called out before slipping his shoes on. Lana appeared at the top of the stairs and the sight of her took his breath away. She descended the steps in a single-shouldered dark blue evening gown that was fitted to her waist, which was defined by a jeweled belt, and then had a relaxed, flowing bottom.
“Sorry, hair issues,” she winced playfully as she reached the bottom step. Dylan slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her up against him and lightly kissing her so he wouldn’t mess up her lip color.
“You look incredible,” he whispered, reaching up to tangle his hand in the loose hair below the horizontal twist in the back and pressing a few kisses to her neck. His trance broke when the driver rang the doorbell. He lightly pressed his lips to hers once more before turning to open the door. “We’ll be right out,” he smiled at the driver who then returned to the car. Dylan turned back around to find Lana seated on the steps smiling up at him and holding her stilettos out.
“I need help, there’s too much dress in the way,” she laughed, and he smiled before kneeling down and taking the shoes from her, placing them on her perfectly pedicured feet. After getting the second one securely in place, he traced his fingertips up the inside of her leg. He smiled mischievously as he nudged her thighs apart, finding nothing but her moist, soft, labia. His eyes widened, and she smirked, biting her lip as she looked him in the eye.
“You’re going to drive me crazy all night,” he commented, his voice already dripping with lust. “You’re lucky the car’s here, otherwise I’d fuck you right on these stairs,” he growled. He slipped his middle finger into her, slowly stroking the ball of nerves that drove her wild for a moment before pulling his wet finger back out and rubbing at her clitoris, causing her hips to buck. She became flushed as he toyed with her, wanting more than just his finger inside of her. As her body began to heat up, he pulled his hand away, resting it on the inside of her thigh. She pouted with a small laugh.
“If I have to be horny all night, so do you,” he smirked, standing up as he pulled his hand out from under her dress. She stood up with him, taking his hand and bringing his middle finger to her lips, wrapping them around it as her tongue swirled and stroked him. He let her tease him for a few seconds before pulling his hand away and leaning in for a kiss, tasting her on her tongue. “Well played, Miss Alvarado. You’ve successfully gotten me hard and now I have to deliver a speech in front of hundreds of people.” She shrugged her shoulders with a seductive smile as she reached for her silver shawl wrap and clutch.
“Should have gotten a limo, I would have been able to help you out on our way there,” she hinted, brushing past him as she headed for the door. He groaned and rubbed his hand over his face, looking down at his noticeable erection and adjusting himself to be less noticeable before joining her outside.
The ride into Los Angeles was bumper to bumper, as usual. Dylan’s nerves started to get the best of him as they got closer to the art museum where the gala was being held. He had never really spoken publicly like this before, and to be speaking about something so personal was going to be a huge step for him. Once they reached the museum, the exited the car at the beginning of the press line that eventually led inside. He held his arm out for Lana and she quickly took it as they headed for the flashing lights.
They were about three-quarters of the way through the press line when Dylan sensed the tension radiating through her. He was sure she was overwhelmed with the people yelling questions at him about who she was. They stopped to pose for another photo op and he slipped his arm around her waist and leaned into her.
“Relax, mi amor,” he whispered into her ear, his nickname for her causing her to smile genuinely. “They just want to feast on gossip, but I’m only going to give them the truth,” he brushed his lips against her cheek and she relaxed slightly. “All they get to know is that we’re in love, and I’ve been taken off the market for good.”
Lana smiled up at him and he smirked, tenderly stroking his thumb along her jaw before pressing his lips to hers sweetly. After giving the press their gentle display of affection, Lana continued to smile as she stayed by his side through the rest of the press line and as he mingled with his acquaintances. While she tried to actively participate in conversations, she couldn’t stop thinking about what he had said about being taken off the market for good. Yes, they were happy, and yes, they were madly in love, but the thought of spending the rest of her life with him was something she had only briefly considered a possibility on occasions. Perhaps she was afraid to let herself be vulnerable to the idea, but it appeared that he already planned on her being his “forever.”
She was pulled once again from her thoughts as the speaker on the stage announced his name and he turned to her, brushing his lips against hers before standing and making his way to the podium on the stage. Lana clapped along with all of the other guests as he took his position. She could tell that he was still nervous as he cleared his throat and adjusted the mic. He looked at her and she flashed him an encouraging smile. He took a deep breath before he started to speak.
“When I was five years old, I lost my mother in a motor vehicle accident,” he started as the murmurs in the room quieted down. “From what I remember of her, she was an incredibly loving parent, and she was one of the strongest women I have ever known, to date. My biological father has never made an appearance in my life, and due to her strict Catholic background, she did not have any support from her family when she decided to bear a child out of wedlock. The day that my mother died, I was placed in foster care under the supervision of the state,” he paused as he remembered the day so vividly. “The next ten years were spent bouncing around from foster home to foster home, as I had developed a laundry list of behavioral issues due to the stability I lacked when I needed it most. I was getting by in school with the minimum required grades, smoking, messing with drugs and drinking by the age of fifteen. Just as I was about to take a most-likely permanent turn for the worst, I was placed with a family who saved my life. Against my initial pleas, they put me in individual therapy as well as family therapy. They had found a therapist who was the best in the area at working with kids in my situation. Within a few months I had learned the meaning of unconditional love and let my guard down with them enough so that they could help me turn my life around.
“At the age of eighteen I graduated high school in the top 20 of my class and earned myself a basketball scholarship through UCSD. At the age of nineteen I, myself became a father. While my foster parents had tried and failed at officially adopting me, the piece of paper meant nothing as they guided me through continuing with my education while playing an active role in my daughter’s life. Despite the ten-year gap from the time my biological mother passed and the time my parents took me in as one of their own, in some ways it felt like they had picked up right where she left off when it came to nurturing their son and helping him become a man.
“My parents and siblings have been present for more than half of my life, now. I have, by the grace of God, managed to make a career out of my love for writing. My beautiful daughter is at the ever-pleasant stage of her life where she is starting to blossom into a young woman. And, after many years of insecurities, I have a partner in my life who brings out the best in both of us and has once again shown me the meaning of unconditional love,” he flashed a smile at Lana and she grinned in return. “Without the love and support of my family I wouldn’t be where I am today, and families like mine who truly want to make a difference in the children and youth who have fallen into the hands of the system need our support. I’ve contributed to this cause every year since I’ve turned eighteen, in my earlier years only being able to spare a mere $50. Every dollar counts when it comes to supporting a foster child, and in cases like mine there are significant financial burdens on the family to obtain the best possible counseling in attempt to change someone’s life. Each of your donations, no matter how big or small, are making a difference. As someone who has seen the lowest of lows just to come back and beat the system, I sincerely thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
Dylan received a standing ovation as he shook hands with the foundation’s CEO, posing for a photo before returning to his seat. He turned to Lana and she placed her hand on his cheek, kissing him lovingly. The next speaker took the stage and they turned to look up at them as Dylan took her hand in his and laced their fingers together, resting their hands on her lap. It was after his speech and seeing the love in his eyes as he looked at her upon returning to his seat that Lana felt foolish for her inner thoughts earlier in the evening. She may have felt vulnerable by letting herself open to the possibility of him being her future, but she realized that his vulnerability was equal to her hers multiplied by ten. She gave his hand a squeeze and flashed him a smile before they both began to pay attention to the current speaker.
The night lingered on for a few more hours as they listened to two more speakers before mingling once again. The other guests had become more interested in Lana after Dylan’s speech, and a few people recognized her from her work. Lana had caught more than one woman glaring at her in jealousy, and she could only assume that they had once attempted to be in her shoes. Dylan had warned her that they could encounter some women he had bedded in the past, but she held no jealousy as she was the one who won his heart. She also felt confident that his one-night stands could never compare to passion and pleasure that they shared.
As soon as they stepped inside his home, and the front door was shut and locked, Dylan had her pinned against the wall in the foyer as he assaulted her with his hungry kisses. She worked quickly to rid him of his jacket and bowtie, ripping the front of his white shirt open and sending the buttons flying across the floor as she pushed it over his shoulders. He reached behind her and unzipped her dress, sliding the one sleeve down over her arm and letting it fall to the floor. He took her hand as she stepped out of it, licking his lips as he looked her up and down. She stood in front of him with a black strapless bra, a black, lace garter belt that was secured to her gartered stockings, and her stilettos. He quickly stripped from the waist down, releasing his heavy, fully-engorged cock from it’s cage. She moved to step out of the heels and he pulled her up against him before she could take them off.
“Leave the heels on,” he growled, backing her up to the stairs as he slipped his hand between her legs and found her wet and willing. She reached between them and stroked him as their lips assaulted each other’s, rubbing his precum over the sensitive head of his penis. “I’m so hard for you, Lana. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you all night.”
“I know, and I’ve been ready for you all night, knowing that you can’t stop thinking about fucking me,” she said softly before kissing her way down his chest, sitting on one of the steps as she took his length into her mouth.
“That’s it baby, get it nice and wet,” he groaned as his hand tangled in her hair. He gently thrust into her mouth and she took him completely, her mouth watering in delight. He slipped out of her mouth and she smiled, standing and turning to head up the stairs. He stepped up behind her, pulling her back against him and nipping at her neck. “I wasn’t joking earlier, we’re not going to the bedroom yet,” he mumbled against her skin.
Dylan carefully got her to her knees, working her legs apart so she was in perfect positioning. He spread her apart, burying his face against her heat, tasting her and teasing her with his tongue. He brought her just to the edge, pulling back and positioning himself at her opening as she begged for him. With one hard thrust he was buried inside of her, and she came with such a vengeance that it brought tears to her eyes. He gave her no rest as he took her hard and fast, quickly sending her over the edge again as her legs quivered, threatening to give out.
Dylan closed his eyes as he slowed a bit to allow her to gain her bearings. She felt so warm and so wet it took everything in him not to lose control. She was so tight around him, and his shaft glistened with her juices every time he pulled back. He possessed her in every way, and knowing that this strong, beautiful, talented, loving woman beneath him was all his made him want her even more. He moved one of his hands that was resting on her hip, slowly sliding it up her back and between her shoulders, tangling his hand in her hair and leaning over her as he thrust faster and deeper.
She cried out, begging him to take her into ecstasy one more time. She met each of his thrusts with her hips as the sound of his heavy sack slapping against her wet cunt filled the room. She shifted her angle just a bit, moaning his name as she went over the edge, her body shaking and pulsing around him. His fingers dug into her skin as his hips bucked and he drove forward, losing himself in her and filling her with spurt after spurt of his warm seed. She clenched down on him, milking him dry before she nearly collapsed on the stairs.
Lana tried to catch her breath as Dylan slipped out of her and carefully removed her shoes and tossed them to the side. He stood, and she turned to face him, attempting to stand on her wobbly legs. They shared a small laugh as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her up the steps towards his bedroom. He continued straight through to the ensuite and gently set her down so she was sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi tub. He reached over and turned the water on, getting it to temperature before plugging the drain. He then knelt down in front of her, leaning in for a loving kiss before working to free her from her gartered stockings. He reached behind her as they shared another kiss and he unbuttoned the back of her garter belt, dropping it on the floor before doing the same with her strapless bra. He cupped one of her breasts, leaning down to take her nipple into his mouth briefly as she let out a soft whimper.
Lana watched as he turned and headed towards the double vanity and she spun around to put her feet in the water to test it. She adjusted the temperature a bit more and sat back up, swirling her toes in the water to mix it. She smiled as she felt Dylan’s hands in her hair again while he searched for all of the bobby pins. He ran his fingers through her soft hair as it fell over her shoulders before gently brushing all of the tangles out of it. Every time they got a little rough he tried to show her tenderness afterwards. She hadn’t told him all of the details of her sex life with Nathan but based on her reactions in the beginning he felt it was safe to assume that he had made it a habit of leaving her feeling used. He never wanted her to feel used or unloved after they played rough. He wanted to show her that he loved her, and it meant the world to him that she trusted him enough to let him dominate her a bit in the bedroom (or wherever else their sexual encounters took place).
After he attempted to pull her hair into a messy bun, they slipped into the water and she rested between his legs and leaned back against his chest. He lightly rubbed her shoulders as she relaxed into him even more and he pressed his lips to the top of her head. He thought about her potentially leaving to go back to La Jolla the next day so she could do some work, and his heart ached at the thought of it. He hated saying goodbye to her, even if it only ever lasted a few days. This was the reason he had sat down with his daughter and cleared it with her before doing what he was about to do.
“What’s on your mind? I can tell you’re getting tense,” Lana told him with a small smirk, and he smiled and kissed the top of her head again.
“Just thinking about you leaving again tomorrow,” he sighed as he continued to rub her shoulders.
“Well, maybe the hot sex was enough to convince me to stay another day or so,” she teased, and he smiled.
“What would it take me to convince you to stay forever?” He whispered against her ear.
“Wait, what?” She questioned in surprise, turning to face him.
“I’m saying what if we brought all of your things here?” He paused, and she continued to look at him questioningly. “I’m talking about falling asleep with you in my arms every night and waking up next to you every morning,” he added as a smile started to spread on her lips.
“You really want that?” She asked softly, and he nodded with a smile. “Are you sure? I mean, considering our histories and track records, that’s a pretty big step.”
“All we can focus on now is the present and the future, and for me they both include you.” He reached up and stroked his knuckles over her cheek. “I love you, Lana. When I think about my future I can’t picture any of it without you. We’ve both had a rough go of it in the past, but that’s exactly what it is, the past. It’s made us who we are, and I honestly believe we were supposed to cross paths. When you’re damaged the way we have been, you need to know you’re with someone who can be your equal. You are my equal. We’re partners in everything we encounter, and I don’t ever want to lose that.”
“What about Natalia?” Lana placed her hand on his forearm and gently squeezed. “How do you know she’ll be okay with it? I wouldn’t want to make her feel like she’s being pushed away.”
“The fact that you care about her enough to want her opinion is one of the many reasons I love you as much as I do,” he grinned, and she smiled again. “I know she’s alright with it because I asked her about it the other day. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who’s fallen in love with you,” he half-joked and they shared a small laugh. “Besides, you can have your pick of the unused rooms for your office, and with your work becoming more popular it would be helpful to be closer to L.A.”
Lana smiled up at him, leaning up to kiss him softly. She looked into his eyes and realized she never wanted to let go of the feelings that she experienced when he looked at her like he was looking into her soul. She wrapped her hand around his neck, and he rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as he prayed that she was on board. She pressed her lips to his again and he opened his eyes, looking into hers once again. She whispered a simple “okay” as she smiled widely, and he caught her in a heated kiss. Their excitement quickly had them ready to go again, and they soon found themselves tangled between the sheets.
The couple slowly and lazily made love to each other, causing the sheets to be damp with a mixture of their sweat, their fluids, and water that had remained on their skin after their bath. They slept in the next morning, showering together before they started their day. Dylan insisted on going back with Lana, so he could help her start packing her belongings. They had stopped to eat at a small restaurant in San Juan Capistrano, part way between Venice Beach and La Jolla. Lana had told Katie that Dylan was coming back down with her, which prompted plans for the four of them to go out later that night.
They chose a popular upscale night club located in San Diego. When they arrived, they bypassed the line and headed up to the VIP lounge where they had bottle service. Mark knew the owner of the club and had easily been able to reserve a small area in advance. The four of them had a few drinks before Katie and Lana headed for the dance floor, leaving Mark and Dylan to their own devices in the lounge. The girls danced until the alcohol caught up with them, stopping to grab some water from the closest bar. They stepped outside for a moment of fresh air and Katie grinned at Lana, and Lana raised her eyebrow questioningly.
“So, you two seem quite smitten, if I do say so myself,” Katie continued to grin.
“Well, he did ask me to move in with him, so...” Lana was cut off by Katie’s squeal as she clapped her hands.
“Did you say yes?!”
“Of course, I did. I’m not as dumb as I look,” Lana joked, and both the girls laughed. “Seriously though, he makes me really happy. I know it probably won’t be easy sometimes, but it will be totally worth it.”
“Judging by what you’ve told me about the sex, I don’t doubt that.”
“Oh, shut up,” Lana playfully hit her in the arm. “The fact that the man really knows how to work it is just a big bonus,” she shrugged, and they both started laughing.
“Jesus, with all that whoopee going on you better watch out that you don’t create a mini Dylan anytime soon,” Katie teased.
“Um, it’s called an IUD, and it’s still good for another year or so, so I’m not that worried about it. Besides, it sounds like I’m going to have to figure out my place with Natalia first.”
“From what Mark says, Natalia loves you as much as he does.”
“I don’t know about that,” Lana smirked. “She’s a good kid, and we get along and I care about her. I just don’t know how that’s going to change once I’m living with Dylan and become an even bigger part of her life.”
“Maybe he’ll put a ring on it and you can be step-mom,” Katie smiled.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for all that,” Lana shared honestly.
“Don’t stress about it, I’m sure you will both know when it’s time to take that next step. Then you can have all the mini Dylans you want.”
“A mini Dylan would be pretty cute,” Lana smirked, and both the girls laughed.
A few days later, Lana found herself unpacking her clothing and all of her necessities for work. Dylan had left for home a few hours before she did, and she was surprised to find that he had cleared half of the large walk-in closet for her and designated one of the dressers as hers as well. After putting away her clothing, she headed for the room that had previously been used as storage, finding most of his boxes cleared out or moved to one corner of the room. They had planned on renting a small moving truck the following week to bring the rest of her belongings that she planned on keeping, which included a large desk and daybed that she kept in her office, but in the meantime, he had set up a small folding table for her to work off of. He helped her unpack her work items, and they decided that the more ‘sensitive’ items should stay hidden in the closet for the time being. He didn’t expect Natalia to go snooping through the room, but he was sure that at one time or another she would be in there and she was still too young to understand the art.
Just as they pulled the door shut to the room, they heard the front door open and Natalia called out for him. They exchanged smiles and he lightly pressed his lips to hers before she followed him down the stairs. Natalia greeted him with a hug, grinning when she saw Lana and moving to hug her as well. Natalia looked up at her, still smiling.
“Did you say yes?” She questioned excitedly, and Lana nodded with a laugh.
“I said yes,” she smiled, and Natalia embraced her again.
“Thank god. I’m sick of eating Dad’s spaghetti and meatballs,” she rolled her eyes and the three of them laughed.
“Hey, I resent that, you little brat,” Dylan teased, and they laughed again. Mari cleared her throat as she stood in the doorway, drawing attention to her.
“Dylan, can I have a moment?” Mari glared at him with fire in her eyes. He leaned over to Natalia.
“Uh oh, what did I do now?” He asked her in a hushed voice that was still loud enough for everyone to hear while looking at her mother.
“I don’t know, but she sure looks mad,” Natalia answered back with the same tone and volume.
“Damnit, Dylan. Cut the bullshit!” Mari spat. Dylan faked a scared face as he looked at his daughter and slowly headed for the front door.
“What’s the problem now?” He sighed, shutting the door behind him.
“First of all, stop being such a smartass. She’s starting to act like you,” Mari growled.
“That ship has sailed, darlin’. She’s 100% my daughter, and I’m proud of it,” he smirked, and she stomped her foot in frustration. “Don’t bring up this petty shit, tell me why you’re really pissed.”
“Seriously, Dylan?” She widened her eyes. “You decide to shack up with a pornographer and you don’t expect me to be upset about it?”
“First of all, she’s not a pornographer. There’s a difference between shooting for Playboy and Hustler and what she does. I wouldn’t expect you to understand that. From what I remember, you were quite prude and the sex was pretty mediocre, so you would never be able to see the beauty of her art.”
“What happens when Natalia finds out what she does? It won’t be that hard, I found out about it on the local news when you took her with you to the gala.” She glared.
“Then I try my best to explain to her what she does and that it’s an art form and tell her she can ask more questions when she’s older. After all of the scumbags you’ve taken in, you have no room to judge her.”
“Scumbags?” She nearly yelled.
“What else would you call them when they can’t hold down a job, are practically half your age, and have no sense of responsibility? Don’t act like my child support checks don’t help support your loser of the month.”
“I’ll take you to court for full custody.” She crossed her arms over her chest. He couldn’t help but laugh.
“How do you think that will go? I can provide a stable environment, I’m financially secure, and when she’s with me, she’s actually with me. I don’t dump her off with friends and family every other night like you do,” he paused, and her stance started to falter. “If you want to go down that road, be my guest, doll. I guarantee you it won’t end the way you think it will.”
“I’m not okay with this.”
“It’s a good thing you don’t have to be. You don’t have any say in who I choose to spend my life with as long as our daughter approves of her. In case you haven’t noticed, Natalia is just fine with my choice.”
“And what happens when you get bored of her? When the sex isn’t good enough anymore?” Mari questioned, matter-of-factly.
“What’s wrong, Mar? Are you jealous?” He smiled.
“Of course, I’m not jealous,” she made a face of disgust. “For your information, I have a perfectly normal sex life.”
“That sounds incredibly boring, but regardless, it’s not my problem. You and I start and end with Natalia. If you don’t like Lana, that’s too bad. She’s not going anywhere for a long time.”
Mari stared at him, unable to come up with anything to say. She finally turned around and got back in her car, and Dylan waved with a fake smile as she backed out of the driveway. He went back inside to find Natalia on the sofa searching for a movie, and she told him that Lana was in the kitchen making popcorn and hot chocolate. He found her at the stove and moved up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist. He brushed her hair to the side and trailed kisses up her neck to her cheek. He had both of the loves of his life under the same roof, and for the first time he got a sense of what it would be like to be a real family.
“I’ve never been so happy,” he whispered softly, causing her to turn and face him.
“Me either,” she smiled, leaning in for a kiss. “I love you, Dylan. I’m so excited to start this chapter of our lives.”
“Me too, mi amor. Me too.” He smiled before they shared one more heated kiss.