by Andi Jaxon
“Of course, I’m just glad you let me help.”
Something is going on… she’s more nervous than normal.
She slowly walks closer to me looking at the floor the entire time.
“Isabel, look at me, please?” Her head snaps up, eyes wide, staring at me.
She’s nervous. Is she trembling? What the hell is going on?
She finally comes to a stop between my knees. Too quickly for me to stop her, she unties the sash of the robe, exposing a small sliver of her pale skin.
“Isabel, what is going on? What are you doing?” I ask, confused.
“I-I-I wanted to thank you,” she stutters.
“This isn’t necessary. You’re beautiful, and someday I hope we can have an intimate relationship, but I want you to come to me because you want me, not because you feel like you have to.”
“But I do. Have too, I mean,” she says, twisting her hands. “You’ve been so nice to us, I have to repay you somehow,” she mumbles.
“No, you don’t.”
Releasing her hands, she awkwardly glides her hands up my thighs.
“It’s the only thing I have to give you,” she whispers.
Trying desperately to keep her hands off my incredibly hard dick, I don’t notice her bend and gently brush her lips against mine. Just the touch of her lips causes my need to be a gentleman to go out the window.
I tilt her head to the side for better access, gently stroking her lips with my tongue. She gasps in surprise at the touch. Using this to my advantage, I slowly slip my tongue between her lips.
She tastes like ambrosia. If her mouth tastes this amazing, I can only imagine how her pussy will taste.
Unable to control my need to feel her close, I stand. Wrapping my arms around her body, I bring her tightly to my bare chest. Her hands begin to caress my side and wrap around my back, causing me to shiver before finally coming to a stop wrapped tightly around my neck.
I reluctantly pull away and rest my forehead on hers as we both try to control our breathing.
“Isabel, please go back to bed.”
I watch as embarrassment creeps into her eyes and across her skin. Finally, the tears begin to pool in her eyes. She jerks her body away from me and runs from the room.
What the hell just happened?
That was not how I pictured our first night under the same roof going.
Her face tortures me enough in the daylight that I don’t need the picture of her luscious curves haunting my dreams now too.
DAMN IT!
I’m trying to be noble and stay the hell away from her, be her friend. Now all I can think about are her damn lips! I lay back in the bed with a huff and punch the pillow in hopes of getting some sleep. However, all I see when I close my eyes is her face.
***
In the shower the next morning, I try not to think about how her body felt pressed up against mine or the taste of her lips. Just thinking about her is making me hard.
The hot water is beating down on my shoulders while one hand is pressed against the tile. Using my body wash as a lubricant, I stroke myself from root to tip, while images of Isabel fill my mind. I imagine her lying on my bed with the sides of my robe caught on her nipples, keeping her marvelous tits hidden from me. I imagine sliding my hands up her thighs toward her pussy. I imagine how wet she would be for me, rocking her hips and whimpering as I drag my finger through her folds.
I’m stroking my dick harder, faster, as I imagine thrusting my fingers into her causing her to moan my name. Her pussy squeezes and begins to clench down hard on my fingers as she cums for me. Just the image in my mind is enough to cause me to find my own release. I groan as my balls tighten and cum shoots to the floor of the tub.
Fuck, I needed that.
I have no idea how the hell I am going to be able to face her and Sophie today knowing what I just did in the shower, but there is no way I can pretend that nothing happened between us after last night. I know she is still married and her husband outranks me. Damn my career, damn it all. I want Isabel and with her comes Sophie. Now to figure out how to convince them both I am worth taking a chance on.
Isabel
Why does this hurt so badly?
I thought he was different but turns out he is just like Jason. He thinks he knows what I need but doesn’t take into account what I want. I know that my intentions towards him were not the right ones.
I do need to repay him. I have no money, but why else would such a beautiful soul like him want me in the first place. I am damaged and broken, both inside and out, I yearn to be loved and cherished by someone like Adam. I thought that he would see me as someone other than a victim, someone to take advantage of, but I was wrong.
Right now, I need to think about Sophie. I have to protect her and make sure that she’s not hurt by another man again. I can see how close she and Adam have gotten, and he said that he was falling in love with her, but people change. I can’t let her feel rejected again. He will not hurt her like Jason has. I can love her enough for a father and a mother. She will have everything that I never had growing up, I just need to figure out how to make that happen. It’s time for me to stand on my own two feet. I will make a better life for Sophie and me away from Jason. Adam Patterson can take whatever he wants from me, but he will not break my little girl.
C H A P T E R S I X
Sophie
For the first time in my entire life, I wake up not afraid. Mommy thinks I don’t notice, but Daddy is mean. He doesn’t love Mommy and me, not the way my friend’s Daddies do. Their Daddies pick them up from school, give them lots of hugs and kisses, and they always slobber all over their Mommies when they think no one is looking. Not my Daddy, he only yells at us. He hits me and hurts me. I know he hurts Mommy too. She only cries when he is around.
I wish Mr. Adam was my Daddy instead. He is always nice to me and gives me hugs. I think he loves me, and maybe he loves Mommy too? I wish Mommy loved him too, then we can stay here forever. If I ask Mr. Adam, maybe he will want to be my Daddy. If he is my Daddy, then Mommy will love him, and we can stay here forever! If I am really good and listen, then he will want to be my Daddy I am sure of it.
Adam
Do I smell bacon? I quickly throw on my uniform and head toward the kitchen. I find Sophie sitting at the breakfast bar chatting away with her mom as she makes breakfast. Something Sophie said makes Isabel laugh.
She should always be laughing.
Isabel turns and catches me staring at them from the doorway, causing her face to immediately turn red and her smile to fall.
“Good Morning, ladies,” I say in a cheerful tone.
“Hi!” Sophie shouts, jumping off the stool and comes running towards me.
I am barely able to catch her little body as she flings herself into my arms.
This little girl has me wrapped around her finger.
Sophie gives me a tight squeeze before pushing herself back with her hands on my shoulders.
“Hi,” she says again.
“Hello, Sunshine,” I respond with a smile.
Looking down at my uniform, Sophie gets a sad look on her face.
“Do you have to go to work?” she asks.
“Yes, I do.”
“I don’t want you to go,” she says with an adorable pout.
Oh, she is going to be trouble if she keeps this up.
“There are more boys and girls out there that need me to help them feel better. You don’t want them to stay sick, do you?”
Sophie thinks for a moment, then says, “No, I guess not. You’ll come back though?”
“Absolutely, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
She seems satisfied with my answer and wiggles in my arms, trying to get down. I bend over and place both her little feet on the ground.
Isabel announces that breakfast is ready as Sophie grabs my hand and leads me to the breakfast bar.
“It’s been a long time since I had a home cooked breakfast before work,” I
comment, trying to start a conversation with Isabel.
“It’s the least I can do,” she says to her plate, blushing.
All through breakfast Sophie chats away, but I can’t concentrate on anything but Isabel. Her smell, the way she moves, the way her lips wrap around her fork as she eats. All of these things bring my mind back to last night.
This continues through breakfast, a nod here or there is all I can manage for poor Sophie. I hope she doesn’t notice that I am not really paying attention.
I’ll make it up to her after work. Maybe Isabel will let me take her to the park.
As I get up to place my dishes in the sink, I hear glass break and Sophie scream. Dropping my plate back on the table, I spin around to find Sophie crying, and broken glass on the floor. Isabel and Sophie both look terrified.
“Sophie, are you alright?” I ask, concern on my face and in my voice.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me!” she wails as I approach her.
Next thing I know Isabel is blocking my path, panic overtaking her.
“Isabel what are you doing? I need to check and make sure Sophie didn’t get cut by the glass,” taking a deep breath to calm my racing heart.
“It was an accident. I won’t let you hurt her!” She shouts at me.
What the fuck?
Suddenly it dawns on me, this is an instinctual reaction for both of them. Captain Alexander must demand order and perfection, so any disruption is cause for the abuse to begin. If it’s not Sophie, then it has to be Isabel. She would never willingly let anything happen to Sophie, so she plans to take the beating for her.
My heart aches for both of them at this moment, but I need to show them both that I am not a monster like him. I will care and protect both of them until the day I die. I said that I wanted both of them in my life forever, well, there is no time like the present to start showing them.
Taking slow steps toward Isabel, I say, “Isabel, I’m not going to hurt Sophie. I don’t care about the glass. I just want to make sure she’s alright.”
“She’s fine. She’ll be fine. There’s no reason for you to get involved. Just go to work,” she demands.
Sophie is standing behind her, still crying.
“Sophie, it’s okay sweetheart, are you hurt?” I ask her.
I don’t see any blood, which is a good sign, but I still want to check her myself. Shit, who am I kidding? I just want to hug her to let her know that I would never hurt her for any reason.
“I-I-I d-do-don’t kn-kn-know.” Sophie finally gets out in between sobs.
“It’s okay sweetie, don’t move, I’m going to come get you. Okay?” I ask her.
“Okay,” she sobs.
I look Isabel in the eye to let her know that I’m going to go get Sophie, and carefully lift her into my arms.
“It’s okay, Sophie, you’re alright,” I reassure her.
I pick her up and carry her into the living room. It takes a few minutes for Sophie to calm down, so I can check her over for any cuts and glass shards. Once I’m satisfied that she’s fine, I pull her back into my lap and wrap my arms around her.
She snuggles into my chest and whispers, “Are you mad?”
“No, I’m not mad. I’m glad you’re not hurt. The glass can be replaced.”
Isabel emerges from the kitchen and freezes when she notices us cuddling together on the couch.
“Come on, Sophie, Adam needs to get to work,” Isabel says as she picks Sophie up off my lap.
“Thank you, love, for a delicious breakfast. I’ll see you both this evening,” I say with one last look before heading out the door.
Isabel
I watch Adam’s truck leave the drive before I release the breath I have been holding. I snuggle Sophie closer to my chest.
“Baby, you need to be more careful, okay?” I mumble into her hair
“Mommy, don’t worry Mr. Adam would never hurt me,” she says
I look down at her smiling face. She is so trusting and has no idea how the world works.
“How can you be so sure? Sophie, I want you to listen to me, sometimes people say things, but they don’t always mean them.”
I hate that I have to have this conversation with her, but I want her to be prepared for when Adam changes his mind about his feelings for her.
“Like lying Mommy?” She asked with a questioning look.
“Yes, just like lying. People do not always mean to do it, but they do not always feel the same every day.”
She nods her head in understanding. I know she’s only four, but she understands most of the basic concepts of what is going on.
“Mommy, I love Adam.”
“You do? How do you even know what love is, Sophie?” I don’t know why I asked her, but I wanted to know.
“Well, he is nice to me. He doesn’t yell, and he lets me eat when I want. Most of all, he doesn’t make us cry.” I see a small tear run down her face.
“He gives me hugs and kisses before bed at night, he reads me bedtime stories when he is home, he tells me he misses me when he is gone at work fixing the other kids owies.”
Sophie begins to wiggle in my lap, I can tell she is uncomfortable because I asked her to explain things to me. I give her a kiss on the forehead, hoping that will calm her down some.
“Ummm, I don’t know mommy. He does all the same things you do for me. I know you love me, he just doesn’t tell me like you do. I love you because of all those things, so then it’s okay for me to love him too right Mommy?”
I blink rapidly to hold my own tears at bay. I hate Jason Alexander a little more every day for what he has put my little girl through. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to her.
“Well, Sophie those are all good reasons to love someone.” I give her a big squeeze before I say, “Sophie, no matter what, know that Mommy loves you to the moon and back.”
“Wow, Mommy that is a whole lot!”
“Yes, baby a whole lot!” I repeat as I give her belly a tickle.
It’s so good to hear Sophie laugh so freely, I can listen to her laughter all day long.
C H A P T E R S E V E N
Adam
I’m not sure what to expect when I arrive home, but I am hoping things will be back to normal between Isabel and me. We have gotten into a nice little routine the few weeks they have been here. Even though there may be some awkwardness between us, hopefully, it passes quickly. When I step into the kitchen, I am greeted by Sophie coloring at the breakfast bar, while Isabel is putting dishes in the dishwasher.
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist while she stands at the sink.
“How are my two favorite girls this evening?” I say as I place a chaste kiss on the side of her cheek.
Isabel jumps in my arms before whirling around with panic in her eyes.
“I didn’t think you would be home this soon. Dinner isn’t ready yet! If you just give me a little more time, I will have it done for you to eat.”
Another rule in the Alexander house I see.
Both she and Sophie are clearly afraid that I am going to lose my temper. I’m not sure how to make either of them comfortable, but I go with an honest answer. Hopefully, it puts both of them at ease.
“Actually, I had a late lunch at work because of all the patients, so I’m not really hungry at the moment. What I really want is to hear how my two favorite girls spent their day.”
I sit next to Sophie causing her face to immediately light up.
“Mommy took me to the park! It has swings, a slide, and even a merry-go-round,” Sophie rambles off excitedly.
“Baby, I am sure he doesn’t want to hear about your day,” Isabel says while looking down at the floor.
“Of course, I do! All I get to do is look at plain walls all day. I would love to hear all the fun things you two did all day.” I turn to Isabel and ask,
“Isabel, what have you done all day?”
“Nothing interesting. I cleaned up a
little, I hope you don’t mind. I also did some of mine and Sophie’s laundry since we don’t have too many things. I also washed the bedding in all the rooms. Is that okay?” she whispers
“Oh Isabel, you don’t have to clean up after me. You are a guest here, not the maid. It is more than enough that you are cooking for me. I can’t thank you enough for all the home cooking you have been doing, simply amazing. For the record, you are anything but boring to me.”
“It’s the least I can do, Dr. Patterson. You’re letting us stay in your home, free of charge. I need to do something to repay you,” she responds.
I can see the blush creeping up her checks at my response. She has to be one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I get up from my seat next to Sophie. When I am close enough to Isabel, I say,
“You two being safe and unharmed is payment enough for me.”
After placing a gentle kiss on her hand. Isabel looks at me skeptically before removing her hand from my grip and turning back to the stove to complete dinner.
I have no idea what she is making, but it smells amazing. I know one thing for sure, if I have to watch her bend down into the oven one more time, dinner is not the only thing I am going to be dreaming of shortly. I want Isabel more than I have wanted anyone or anything in my entire life. In all honesty, I don’t care who or what gets in the way of us being together. As long as I can convince her that us being a couple is a good idea, I can deal with anything else that may follow.
Clearing my head of dirty thoughts, I ask,
“Sophie, you want to help me set the table?”
“Can I Mommy?”
“Be careful, we do not want to break anything else while we are staying here,” Isabel says sternly.
“Isabel, honestly, it was been just a glass. No harm, no foul.” I assure her “Sophie can you please get some silverware from the drawer? Leave the knives, I will get those.”
I turn to reach into the cupboard to grab the plates before I feel a tug on my pant leg. After I grab the plates, I look down to see Sophie,
