by Andi Jaxon
She steps out of my embrace, looks me right in the eye and says, “Let’s get Sophie ready. It’s time to go.”
C H A P T E R T H I R T E E N
Adam
I watch Isabel stare at the entryway to her house, she hasn’t said a word since making the decision to meet with the authorities. I reach out and take her hand, hoping it provides some comfort. No one in the car says anything until Isabel notices her husband’s car in the driveway, blocked in by a base police SUV. Isabel instantly tenses up and starts to cower in her seat.
I park the truck and help Sophie from the back seat while Isabel paces the sidewalk.
“You can do this,” I whisper before giving her hand a squeeze and ushering her toward the MA’s and police vehicles.
“Are you Mrs. Alexander?” one of the officers asks.
“Yes, sir,” she barely whispers.
“And who are you, sir?” He asks pointing to me.
“I’m Lieutenant Adam Patterson. I’m a friend of Mrs. Alexander. This is Sophie Alexander.”
He reaches out to shake both mine and Isabel’s hand before introducing himself.
“I am Sheriff Brantley, and I have been temporarily assigned to this case. Mrs. Alexander, we have a few questions for you. Would you mind stepping to the side with me for a moment?”
With a terrified look in her eyes, Isabel follows the officer.
“It’ll be okay Isabel, just answer his questions honestly,” I tell her.
“Lieutenant, can you stay here, please?”
“Sure.” I pick Sophie up, and she wraps her arms and legs tightly around my body. I can feel her little body trembling. I can see the slight tremble that Isabel is trying so desperately to hide as well. I can’t imagine what these two are going through right now, being here again, knowing he is in the house.
“Please don’t make me stay here,” Sophie whimpers.
“Never, sweet pea, you will always be welcome at my house,” I reassure her.
Sheriff Brantley walks away from Isabel with a sigh and a shake of his head, past all of us toward the house. Yelling and crashing starts immediately, deciding that neither Sophie nor Isabel needs this I walk toward Isabel and we all head toward my truck.
“I did it,” she whispers. “I finally told them the truth.”
I watch as the tears begin to slowly fall down her cheeks. I wrap both my girls in my arms. The sobs soon follow from Isabel.
“Don’t cry, Mommy. Adam will make you all better,” Sophie says, only succeeding in making her cry harder into my shoulder.
“You’re okay, you did the right thing,” I say over and over again.
All of a sudden, the crashing inside stops and the MA’s escort Captain Alexander out in cuffs, still yelling.
“No one can tell me what I’m allowed to do in my own home with my own wife. This isn’t over, they’re mine! Don’t you forget it,” he is staring directly at us as he’s put into the police car.
I just stare right back at him holding his wife and child. Sheriff Brantley hands me his business card.
“We’ll be in touch. Feel free to go inside and get anything that you need.” He says and walks back to the car.
It takes Isabel a few moments after the MA’s are gone to stand on her own and walk to the door of the house where she stops. I follow her to see why she stopped, the house is destroyed.
“Isabel, I can go and get what you need. We can deal with this a different time.”
She shakes her head no, and slowly enters the house, turning toward the living room. She stops past the coat closet and looks right to see the kitchen. I can only imagine what it looks like. She turns left down the hallway toward the bedrooms and stops in the first doorway, more tears falling down her face.
“Would you take Sophie to the truck, I’ll only be a minute,” she says.
“Sure, whatever you need.”
I walk back to the truck and start bucking Sophie into her car seat. By the time we are both safely in the truck, Isabel is locking the front door holding a white garbage bag. As she gets closer to the truck, I see her wiping her eyes on the back of her hand.
Isabel
I can’t believe that I spoke to the police and Jason was arrested. He has never acted like that in front anyone before. Destroying the house is nothing new, but to this extent, it’s the worst it has ever been. He demolished Sophie’s room. Ripped the pictures that she had colored and painted, tore apart her stuffed animals, flipped her furniture. Nothing was untouched, everything broken.
This solidifies the decisions I’ve made today. I can’t come back to this house, I can’t bring Sophie back to this.
C H A P T E R F O U R T E E N
Adam
Once we arrive home, I notice Sophie is passed out in the back.
“If you unlock the door, I'll carry her in,” I say to Isabel.
She looks emotionally exhausted. She answers with a nod of her head, grabs the bag from the back of the truck, and follows me to the door.
“The keys are in my right front pocket.”
“Oh. Um, okay,” she says, flustered, but fishes the keys out.
“Thanks,” I say with a chuckle.
I love to see her blush.
I walk into the house and straight to their room to lay Sophie down. After tucking her in and placing a chaste kiss on her forward, I head back downstairs to find Isabel sitting on the couch staring at her hands.
Before I can sit next to her, she says, “We can’t stay here. I need to find a place for us.”
“You don’t have to leave. You’re safe here.”
“None of us are safe as long as I’m here. Jason will come after us and take down anyone standing in his way. I don’t want you to get hurt for trying to help. You will lose your career. Everything you have worked for. I can’t be the cause of that.”
I stand and begin to pace in front of her, “Damn my career. I can be a doctor anywhere. I don’t want you to leave. I like having you guys here.” I try desperately to keep the panic at bay.
“I can’t put you at risk, not after everything that you’ve done for us.”
“Do you want to leave? Are you looking for an excuse to leave?” I ask her, desperate to know the truth.
Isabel pauses, and I hold my breath. “No. I don’t want to leave. Sophie is happy here… I’m happy here.”
I kneel in front of her and grip both her hands in mine. “Then don’t leave. Stay here. With me.”
Isabel’s eyes fill with tears, and I rest my forehead against hers.
“Please don’t leave me. I need you both. I love you,” I whisper as a lone tear escapes to roll down my cheek.
I hear her gasp in surprise, but I refuse to let her run from me again.
“Yes, Isabel, I love you. I have loved you from the first moment I laid eyes on you in my office, all those weeks ago. I know this is fast, and I know that we have things we need to work out, but that does not change the fact that I love you and Sophie with all my heart. I will do anything for either of you.”
I don’t give her time to process what I have said or wait for a response. I just lean over and press my lips to hers. The kiss starts out sweet, but quickly heats to an erotic exploration of mouths. Isabel wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer while sliding off the couch into my lap.
Please don’t push me away again. Let me show you how much I love you.
She begins pulling at my shirt, but I can’t wait, so I rip it off. I gently slide my hand under her shirt, so I can caress the skin on her back, making my way to her bra strap. She moans into my mouth as I unhook it and stroke the newly exposed flesh.
Isabel pulls away, panting to say, “Touch me, Adam, please.”
I don’t need any more encouragement, with one hand in between her shoulder blades and the other finding her breast, I watch her throw her head back as I pinch one of her nipples between my fingers. I decided to take advantage of her exposed throat and begin to nibble my way toward her
ear as I torture her other breast. Isabel grinds into my hard cock instinctually driving me closer to the edge, just as I am about to pull back to unbutton her pants, I hear Sophie scream, “Get away from my Mommy! You’re hurting her!”
She screams over and over as she runs down the stairs taking us both by surprise, we both scramble to rearrange our clothes.
Shit.
“Sophie, it’s okay, Adam wasn’t hurting me,” Isabel says as she wraps Sophie up in her arms.
Sophie continues to scream at me to stay away, while Isabel walks towards the kitchen.
If I weren’t so turned on right now, I would chase after them.
Down boy! You have to take care of your girls.
After a few moments, I don’t hear Sophie crying anymore and decide to see if the coast is clear. When I reach the doorway of the kitchen, I wait to get Isabel’s attention.
I don’t want to make it worse.
It seems that she is still trying to explain things to my sweet pea. I can only imagine what it looked like to a four-year-old. I try to be quite as I listen in to what Isabel is telling her.
“Sophie, what you saw was... um… will you see when two adults have feelings or an attraction to one another, they um… they like to get intimate to show those feelings.”
Isabel notices me in the doorway and nods for me to enter with a distressed look on her face.
“But he was hurting you. I heard it,” Sophie insists.
“Oh no honey, those weren’t ouchy sounds, they were… um… happy sounds?”
“How come you didn’t make those sounds with Daddy?”
“Oh, Jesus,” Isabel whispers under her breath. “Well, those were… ouchy sounds…”
I guess I’m up. Here goes nothing.
“I would never hurt you or your mommy if I could avoid it. Now, how about I turn on a movie for you, so your mom and I can fix dinner?”
“The Little Mermaid?!?” she shouts and runs into the living room.
I chuckle and follow after her to get her set up watching her movie, then head back to the kitchen. Isabel is leaning on the counter with her face in her hands, her whole body shaking.
Is she crying? Does she regret what happened?
I rush to her side and wrap her in my arms before asking, “Are you alright?”
She stands up laughing so hard she’s crying. Thank god! Now that I’m not panicking, I can’t help but laugh as well. Once we have both calmed down. Isabel looks at me with hunger in her eyes and attacks my mouth.
And here I thought the mood was ruined.
She runs her hands up my neck and grabs hold of my hair taking control of the kiss. Before I can think better of it, I push her against the counter and lean back just enough to unbutton her jeans. After sliding the zipper down, I slide my hand into her panties until I reach her slick heat. She throws her head back and moans while I circle her clit. I use my free hand to pull her lips back to mine to silence her moans.
I put more pressure on her clit and make lazy circles with my finger until she’s grinding her hips on my hand, trying to make me go faster. I can tell she’s close, so close, just a few more seconds and I’ll have her falling apart.
“Mommy, can I have some apple juice?” Sophie calls out from the living room.
Dammit. Cock blocked by the kid again.
“Of course, sweetie,” Isabel replies, fastening her pants as she pulls down a cup and fetches the juice.
I lean my hip again the counter, knowing damn well she didn’t finish. I can’t hide my desire for her as I watch her go about her routine to take care of her daughter. Her cheeks are red with what I’m assuming is embarrassment at being caught again. As she walks past me to take Sophie her juice, she quickly glances up at me. The heat I see in her eyes says it all. I can’t even make a move, or I will lose the small amount of control I have left over my dick.
I’m going to have to let out some steam here soon.
“I need to make dinner, why don’t you go watch the movie with Sophie?” Isabel says as she comes back into the kitchen.
“Afraid I’ll distract you again? Or are you afraid of being caught again?” I ask, a smirk on my face.
“I need to make dinner, so I doubt I’ll be a very interesting companion.”
“I always find you interesting, Isabel. But I’ll leave if that’s what you wish.” I turn and head into the living room to spend time with my other favorite lady.
I am trying desperately to focus on this movie with Sophie, but I cannot get the image of Isabel so close to orgasm out of my mind. I am getting hard all over again, I need to get my dick in her sooner rather than later, or I will explode.
When she finally announces dinner is ready, Sophie is lying on the floor, chin on her hands and her feet in the air and I am barely hanging on by a thread.
We both sit through dinner listening to Sophie going on and on about wanting to meet Ariel, but neither one of us are really listening. I offer to clean up, while Isabel gives Sophie a bath and gets her ready for bed. Hopefully, this will speed things along, I can barely control myself at this point. I reach down and give my dick a squeeze to relieve some of the pressure before getting to work on the dishes.
By the time I have the kitchen all cleaned to Isabel specifications, the house is quiet. I assume that Sophie went to bed without a fuss, so I rush up the stairs in hopes of finding a present waiting for me when I get there. I open my door and freeze, right there in the middle of my bed, Isabel is kneeling in nothing but my white button-down shirt.
Oh good Lord.
“I think we have some unfinished business,” she whispers, snapping me out of my haze.
“Oh, do we?” I reply as I swagger to the bed to stand in front of her.
Lifting her chin with my finger, making her look me in the eye.
“Tell me what you want, Isabel,” I whisper.
Isabel closes her eyes and sighs, she begins to climb off the bed. I grab her hand before she can run away.
“If you can’t tell me what you want, I’m going to tell you what I want. I want you, plain and simple. Whatever part of you I can get, I want it.”
“Adam, it’s not that simple. I’m married. I have a daughter. I come with a lot of baggage.”
“I’ve seen your medical chart, you don’t have any secrets from me. I know that the situation isn’t simple, trust me, I’m very aware. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting you, it doesn’t stop me from…”
“From what?” She’s ready to run, I can see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice.
Tread carefully, don’t screw this up!
“Well, from wanting to deal with your baggage. As soon as a judge hears your story, I’m betting you won’t be married anymore. And Sophie is the grand prize in this, I’m head over heels for that girl. I love children. I want a whole house full of them someday.”
She looks down at the bed, “You’ve been very careful with me, taken things slowly. Is that how you always are or are you being careful with me, trying not to scare me?”
My face pales, is she saying she wants to FUCK?
“Um, can you be a little more specific?”
“You know when we’re ‘together’? It’s slow, soft, and sweet.” She looks down at the bed, I can see her cheeks brightening with embarrassment.
“And you’re saying you want it to be fast, hard and whatever the opposite of sweet is?”
“Um… yes?”
“With as horny as you’ve kept me today, that really shouldn’t be a problem. But if it’s too much, you tell me. Agreed?”
“Okay.” She looks me directly in the eye before grabbing my face with her hands and ravaging my mouth while pressing her body as hard as she can against mine.
I grab a handful of her hair and lightly smack her ass. Isabel jumps a little in surprise, but starts to purr.
“Can you do that again?” she asks.
I raise an eyebrow and smack her other ass cheek. She drops her head back and moans.
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Fuck, that’s sexy.
Using her hair as leverage, I pull back on it hard enough to let her know that I want her to lean further back. She releases her hands from my face and sits back on her heels. I push her onto her back, pull her across the bed, and begin to unbutton my jeans. I let them slide down my hips just enough to pull my cock out. I drag the head of my cock through her juices, and in one fast, hard thrust, I’m balls deep in her pussy. I don’t stop moving, Isabel arches her back, tilting her hips to take more of me in.
Not giving her a chance to catch her breath, I keep up a fast pace, pulling almost out and thrusting back in, as far as I can, over and over until she’s screaming my name. The sound of slapping flesh repeating as my balls hit her ass. Using my thumb, I find her clit and send Isabel over the edge in three strokes.
Her entire body tightens like a bowstring, her pussy a vice grip on my cock, I’m barely hanging on by a thread. As soon as she stops spasming, I flip her onto her stomach, place her feet on the floor and once again enter her. Isabel uses her arms to push back against me and meets me thrust for thrust, encouraging me to be harder and faster. She continues to cry out, as my breathing gets more and more ragged.
I slap her ass just enough to sting, “Yes, baby girl. Just like that, squeeze my cock. Fuck!” My balls tighten, and a tingle shoots up my spine as I flood her pussy with my cum.
Isabel's arms give out causing her to collapse on the bed. I can feel the cocky, fox in the hen house smirk on my face when I pull back and roll Isabel over. “How was that?”
She’s still having a hard time catching her breath.
“I didn’t know it could be like that. That was great.”
I lean down and kiss her long and slow, Isabel wraps her arms and legs around me.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“For what?” I ask as I look down into her face.
“For giving Sophie and I a safe place, for showing me that what I had wasn’t as good as life got.”
