Wanting to be here with me.
Her tongue darts out of her mouth wetting her pink lips and for a second suspended in time, I picture how it would look licking the cum off my cock.
Fuck, how have I not seen before how insanely gorgeous she is?
Because you’re married.
And she's seventeen.
“Dean, are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine.” The words stumble out of my mouth like a horny teenager. But it's what this little vixen has reduced me to.
I should make her leave due to the impure thoughts I’m having of her alone. But fuck if I want to be alone another night with the bottom of a bottle.
“A movie sounds good, Lola.”
“Good. And no more of this.” She takes the glass from my hand and puts it on the table.
“Bossy little thing.” I chuckle, resisting the urge to slap her ass for it.
“Someone needs to take care of you...and your liver.” She giggles and moves towards the living room.
Right then, that night, it was easy to fall for her.
And I knew it had been more than just lust I felt for her.
She had been there taking care of me, taking care of my daughter. Despite her age, I found her easy to talk to, smart, witty, and incredibly sassy. She makes me feel young. Every ounce of stress that weighs me down melts when she’s around.
Most of all, it’s her love and admiration for my daughter. She spends all her free time with Georgia and makes sure she’s taken care of. Something I wish Peyton could have given Georgia.
Peyton did try considering the demons she suffers on a daily basis. The ones she’s had since before me. I never truly understood because she hid them from me, but I did my best to accept she suffered and took meds to help aid herself. Then after Georgia was born, she suffered from postpartum depression. I never blamed her for all her actions when it came to Georgia. I got her help, and I tried to support her and do what I could, but there had only been so much I could do. She didn't want my help.
I used to think I had helped her by loving her through it. Supporting her. Along with those little white pills.
It hadn’t been until she consistently pulled away from me that I realized I wasn’t what she needed. I didn’t know what the hell I was supposed to do anymore. She didn’t want me. She didn’t want Georgia.
It damn near broke me. I tried like hell not to blame her, but then how could I not? She left me in the end, alone, while she went out to party. Leaving me only with a bottle of liquor and my woes of not feeling good enough.
I had been at the end of my rope, and the person there to lift me back up to the top had been Lola.
The doorbell rings and knowing that Peyton is at the front door instantly ends my trip down memory lane. Grabbing a pair of pants from my dresser, I slip them on along with a white undershirt.
Once at the door, I fling it open, and I'm greeted with the happy squeal of my five-year-old daughter, Georgia. She jumps into my arms and kisses my cheek. I swear she grows just a little bit every time she leaves, even if it's for only a weekend.
“Thanks, Peyton, I’ll see you next week.” With my hand on the door, I'm about to close it on her before she answers, when she puts her hand up, stopping it, and walks inside.
“I thought we could talk first,” she says sweetly and lays her oversized purse on the counter. Georgia wiggles herself to the ground and runs off to the other room to play.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Peyton. You can’t just keep walking in here like you own the place.”
“There was a time that I did.” She smiles, but it falls flat. I had gotten the house in our separation since the property once belonged to my grandparents, and they left it to me in their will six years ago. Peyton bought her own place about five miles away, and at times it doesn’t feel far enough away.
“Yes, but not anymore. I don’t get why we have to do this every time you drop Georgia off.” I shake my head wondering why I need to explain things over again to her. There’s a throb between my eyes, telling me I’ve already had enough for one day.
“Because I want you back, Dean. I miss you. I miss us.” She moves to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, making herself right at home.
“Peyton…please, I don’t want to do this with you.”
How many times will I have to tell her this?
She might have broken me, but I don’t want to keep having to be a dick to her to make her understand it is over —forever—between us.
I want to drink. I want to pull the scotch out of the cabinet and drink it down like water despite the fact that Georgia is in the other room playing. My stress level is maxed out, and it isn’t even noon.
“That’s the problem. You never want to try and do this. We’re supposed to try, you know.”
I snort. Try. There had been no trying from her before our marriage crumbled or even for the first ten months of this separation. Now it’s like she’s had an epiphany to realize what she’s lost, but it’s too fucking late. “Why in the hell would you want to be in a loveless marriage?”
“I love you.”
“But I don't love you,” I say more forcefully, hoping she will fucking get it. “Not anymore, not like I used to. We’ve been over this already, Peyton. I care about you, yes. You’re the mother of my child, nothing can change that. But that's about the only basis for any kind of relationship between you and me. I know you feel the same.”
“We're a family,” she screeches, blowing off what I said. “I don't want to spend my days away from Georgia. I want to come home to my husband. You. We were together for ten years, and I don't understand how you could throw me away and not love me anymore.”
“You blew me off first. We didn’t connect anymore. You were never home, off doing god knows what, and everything between us became robotic, like clockwork. There was no more passion, no more love between us. Georgia had been the only thing holding us together, the only good thing about you and me. You agreed that we weren't working either when we filed.”
“But I changed my mind. It took me time to see what I was missing with you.”
“There’s nothing missing, Peyton.” My jaw ticks. I hate having to go over this again with her; it’s like she’s not listening.
It’s like she’s become a whole other person.
I sigh. “We just fell out of love, and that's okay. I have no ill will towards you, and I hoped we could part as friends for Georgia's sake. Go find someone that can make you happier than I ever did.”
“Are you with someone else?”
“Did I say that?” I answer with a question hoping the actual answer can be avoided. This isn't the time to bring up Lola.
“No, but…you stopped having sex with me. Maybe that's what's wrong. Maybe we need to reignite that spark.” She leans in and rubs my shoulder. The smell of jasmine tickles my nostrils. It had been a smell I used to love once upon a time, but now I love the smell of peaches and apples. Something sweeter.
I take her hand and rip it off my body. “That's not happening.”
“Why not? We used to have sex all the time, till one day you just stopped.”
What? Is she serious? Me?
“I didn’t stop. You did. You were the one that said neither of us was sexually attracted to the other. Remember? Those were your words. There was no spark. No fire between what we had before it was just—familiarity, so there’s nothing to reignite, Peyton.”
“I only said all that to agree with you because I didn’t want to fight. I didn't mean it.”
“If you didn't want to lose me, then maybe you should've spent more time trying to keep our relationship alive. Worked for it harder. I did everything I could for you, but there was only so much I could do. I did love you, a fucking lot, but then I spent over a year coming home alone, sleeping in an empty bed and nearly became an alcoholic. Why? Because I knew then that my marriage was falling apart.”
The only reason
I survived had been because I had Lola. Maybe it's why I love her so much. She has always been there for Georgia and me at the worst of times.
“I'm sorry.” Her voice cracks and the tears well in her eyes, but I've had enough.
“It's too late, Peyton. Stop trying. Move on with your life. We can still be amicable. Friends even. But you and I are no more. We are broken and there is no fixing us.”
“I'm not giving up, Dean. I'm going to fight for you like I should've before. I have two months. Just give me a chance to prove to you I'm the woman you married,” she pleads again, moving in closer to me. Her chestnut eyes shine with her tears.
My head pounds, and thankfully, I'm saved by the giggles of my daughter as she comes rushing into the room and wraps herself around my leg. “Can you guys come play with me?”
Before I can answer that her mom needs to leave, Peyton bends down and gathers our little Princess in her arms. “Of course, baby, we would love to play.” She grins, looking up to me as if she won the battle.
Where had this attention for our daughter been years ago when she needed it?
Georgia claps her tiny hands thrilled, and though I'm happy to see my little peanut smile, all I want to do is bang my head against the wall and get my ex out of my house.
CHAPTER TWO
DEAN
It feels like an eternity before I’m able to get Peyton to leave. Actually, it is an eternity. Two hours of her in my house between playing with Georgia and begging for another chance is enough to age me and give me a couple grays in my beard.
I’m tired of being the bad guy because I’ve become the person now who doesn’t want the relationship anymore.
While Georgia is putting her toys away in her room, I decided to take the time to call Lola.
“What do you want?” she grumbles into the phone after the second ring.
“You. Naked. Riding my cock,” I answer trying to lighten the mood.
“Not going to happen. Maybe ask Peyton,” she hisses, and I can feel the sting from the venom in her words through the phone. But I’m not playing this game. Not right now.
“Excuse me?” I growl and grip my cellphone tight in my hand, I'm afraid it might shatter.
“I know she wants you back. She was telling my mother how she thinks she has you almost convinced.”
Oh, for fuck sakes.
And her mother knows about us. She caught us red-handed making out when I snuck into Lola's bedroom one night four months ago. She shouldn't be leading Peyton on like she knows nothing.
“When was this?”
“After she left your house. Is she right? I mean she was over there for two hours. She's always there for hours after she drops off GG now. I'm not stupid.”
“Lo,” I sigh. “We just talked and then played with Georgia for a bit. That's all.” Trust me, I wanted her gone the minute she dropped off Georgia. But I couldn’t deny Georgia time with her mother either because it’s something she didn’t have for so long.
“Do you want her back? Did you have your fun with me and now…”
“Lola! Stop!” I yell, needing to cut her off before she goes too far. It’s not that I blame her for her feelings, but Lola knows how I feel about her. I don’t know how many times I’ve told her it’s only her I want. That I love her and only her. “I’m sorry about earlier. Just come over here so we can talk.”
“Just tell me now.”
“Lola, come on.”
“No.”
“No?” I chuckle melodiously, not one to be toyed with right now. My ex has already driven me crazy enough for a day and now my sweet forbidden goddess is doing the same.
“Anything you need to say, you can tell me now.”
I clear my throat and know just what I need to say to the stubborn female on the other end to make her change her mind. “Lo, I’ve told you a hundred times about how I feel about you. To be honest, all I really want to talk about with you is how I’m going to strip you of your clothes and cherish every inch of your body till you sing. Once you have come countless times, I’m going to throw you on the bed, prop you on all fours and ram my dick into you, because your pussy will already be nice and wet for me, begging me to rip it in half. Just the way you like it.”
Her breath hitches, and I swear I also hear the sound of her lips curling into a smile. There’s no doubt in my mind that her panties are soaked with her arousal, and I lick my lips wanting to be the one to lap up her juices.
“Lola?” I whisper, but it still manages to be husky with my desire for her. “I know it’s what you want.”
“Well, if that was really what you wanted then maybe you should’ve kicked your wife out right away instead of singing Kum by fucking ah with her.” Her words come out as a hiss and then the line goes dead.
I toss my phone down to the bed and run my fingers through my hair. Infuriating woman. My head thumps with an oncoming headache. If I could, I’d walk over to her house, grab her out of her bed and toss her over my shoulder to bring her home with me. Instead, I get up and go put my daughter to bed.
“Why didn't Lola come over tonight?” Georgia asks rubbing her eyes after I finish reading Winnie the Pooh for the fiftieth time this year. “She does the voices better.”
“Oh, she does huh?” I tickle her belly and she falls into a fit of giggles.
“Yeah. She does Pooh and Piglet so much better. But don’t feel so bad, Mommy can't do them at all.”
That does make me feel a hell of a lot better.
“Lola had some homework to do tonight,” I lie and run my hand through her blonde hair.
“Oh.” She frowns and leans her head on my shoulder. “Do you think she'll come over tomorrow? I miss her.”
“I'm sure she can.” I kiss the top of her head and pull down the princess comforter that had been a gift from Lola when she got her big girl bed. Georgia loves it and has to be covered in it to sleep when she's here, no matter what. “Now, it's time for you to close your eyes and get to sleep.”
“Can you read me another story, please?” she pleads, with her big blue eyes. Doe eyes that I can never say no too.
“One more.” I hold up my finger and then proceed to tuck her into bed.
Five stories later and a check for a monster under the bed I push her blonde hair back and kiss her forehead goodnight. At the door, I look at my little peanut, and I'm grateful for at least one woman in my life that doesn't drive me insane.
Well, not yet.
I wander to the liquor cabinet where I keep my finest scotch. My stress level is maxed the fuck out, and the only way I’m going to get any rest is to drown myself.
For almost two years, I used liquor as a crutch for my crumbling marriage. There were nights I didn’t realize how bad I was till I woke up with a massive hangover. I got lucky I hadn’t been fired for coming to work smelling like a distillery.
I ended up transferring schools to get away from Peyton after I filed, needing a fresh start away from her. But there had been one person that made it better. One person that helped keep me sane until I had made the decision to end things with my wife. The person that makes me realize I deserve better.
Lola.
I love her, maybe more than life itself. But in the eyes of everyone else, our relationship might never be anything more than a sordid affair.
Lola Anderson is every bit the forbidden fruit.
She's sixteen years my junior, my daughter’s babysitter, my teenage neighbor, and she had also once been one of my students. The only thing I need to add to this perfect taboo fantasy would be for me to be best friends with her father.
She’s the perfect, intoxicating, taboo treat, and I have fallen for her. Hard. Swept away under her spell that brought such a radiant light to my life when I only saw so much darkness. When I think I have had my fill of her, I only find myself needing more. I’m addicted to this heavenly morsel, and I’m not planning on ever letting her go.
I just have no idea how it’s going to all last without
it blowing up in my face when Peyton finds out.
I pour myself a glass of scotch and close my eyes, remembering the day that I could no longer deny I wanted her.
I’m beat, and all I want to do is shower and sleep. I worked late handling detention and then spent the night out with my buddies, Adam and Andrew, at the bar. They said I needed to get out and enjoy my new found ‘freedom.’ The thing is I’m fine enjoying my freedom at home with my daughter and a particular babysitter who likes to walk around in skin-tight booty shorts and tube tops.
I peak in on Georgia and see that she’s asleep. I kiss her forehead before heading to my room. Pushing the door open, I walk in and loosen my tie, but I stop in my tracks at the sound of my shower running.
“Hello?” I call out, sounding like a moron. There’s only one person it could be and by the trail of pants, shirt, the lace bra on my floor, followed by a pair of matching panties, I say she’s very naked too.
There’s not much thinking on my part as I follow suit and lose my clothes as I make my way into the bathroom. I’ve been fighting this attraction for way too long.
She’s been killing me with the little touches, the lustful looks, and rubbing up against me every chance she gets. Like the other night, when we were watching a movie, she fell asleep with her head nestled right on my hard, achy cock. I was in agony, but I didn’t have the heart to move her, and I couldn’t deny how perfect she felt in my arms.
I want Lola. I want her badly.
The steam from the shower makes me squint, but once it clears, there she is—her glorious naked body standing behind the glass frame of my shower, lathered up in soap.
My dick is hard in an instant. I fist it in my hand and start to pump as I sit on the edge of the tub to watch this angel under the steady stream of water. Her eyes are shut and her mouth is parted, as she massages her hair with shampoo.
I don't think I've ever desired someone as much as I do her right at this moment. My cock pulsates, and I work my hand faster, picturing how it would feel like inside her tight warm cunt.
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