“Daddy!” Abby shouted, racing toward me with chocolate on her face. I had been right about the chocolate.
Jenna stepped out of the kitchen, looking at me first then Kevin. “All good?” she asked.
I nodded my head. “Yep.”
“I can go home?”
I shook my head. “Not yet.”
She sighed and went back into the kitchen.
“You’re in trouble,” Kevin whispered.
I smirked. “I usually am.”
I walked into the kitchen, leaving Abby to tell Kevin all about her day.
“After dinner,” she said the two words, not needing to say anything more.
I nodded my head. “Okay. What are you making?” I asked, inhaling the scent of garlic.
“Spaghetti and baked chicken. It was all I could find in the cupboard. I’m not a cook, so don’t complain if it doesn’t taste good.”
I laughed. “It smells delicious.”
I stood back and watched her for a minute. She was gorgeous. Even when I knew she wanted to kick my ass, she was beautiful.
“We made cookies. You had some chocolate chips in the pantry.”
I smiled. “That explains the chocolate on Abby’s face.”
Jenna smiled. “She insisted you have to eat a cookie fresh from the oven.”
“That sounds right. Can I do anything to help?”
“Set the table.”
“Got it.”
I quickly grabbed plates and utensils and did as I was told. I wasn’t going to push her. I could feel the tension in the room and didn’t want to make it any worse. Jenna brought out the dishes and set them down, wiped her hands on her jeans and announced dinner was done.
We all sat down and had a very normal, casual dinner as if we had done this very thing a hundred times before. Jenna was pleasant and didn’t let on she was pissed as hell at me. Kevin and I cleared the table while Jenna loaded the dishwasher after dinner.
“I put Kevin’s bag in the spare room. I’ll take the couch tonight again,” she announced.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Kevin quickly replied.
“No, it’s fine. I’d prefer the couch,” she said with a smile.
“If you guys don’t mind, I’m going to crash early. It was an early morning and I’m beat,” Kevin announced.
He was giving me an opportunity to talk to Jenna. I didn’t want to. “Oh, come on, it’s barely after seven.”
“I want to shower first.”
I nodded my head. “All right. You can use the shower in my room. I’m going to get Abby in the bath,” I announced, feeling lucky to have an excuse to avoid being alone with Jenna.
Kevin shook his head, knowing exactly what I was doing. I was a coward. I could admit it. We left Jenna alone in the living room. I stalled for as long as I could with Abby. Kevin came into Abby’s room where I was reading her a third bedtime story.
“Get out there!”
I wrinkled up my nose. “No.”
“You better or I will.”
I glared at him. I couldn’t hide my jealousy.
He smirked. “Thought so. Good night. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I nodded my head, took a deep breath and finished the story before turning off the light and closing Abby’s door. I felt like I was walking to my execution as I dragged my feet down the hall and into the living room. Jenna was sitting on the couch, her eyes focused on the TV, but I didn’t think she was actually watching the cooking show she had on.
“Hey,” I said sitting down next to her.
“Hey,” she replied with a lack of enthusiasm.
I couldn’t do it. I realized in that moment I couldn’t tell her about my dark secret. I sat next to her, my shoulder touching hers. I could feel the heat coming off her warm body. It didn’t take long for the air in the room to become thick with sexual tension. I wanted her. I needed to hold her in my arms. It was only sex, I reminded myself. I had been stressed and needed to relieve the tension.
“Don’t,” she whispered when my hand ran over her thigh bared in the sleep shorts she had on.
I kept moving my hand upward, testing her resolve to turn me down. I could feel her own tension. Sex was an excellent way to avoid the other situation that led to her sleeping on my couch.
“I want you,” I whispered close to her ear, smiling when I saw her shiver.
“You have to tell me what’s going on,” her voice was a harsh plea.
“I will.”
My hand pushed the shorts up higher, my fingers sliding underneath. The back of my knuckles brushed over her panties.
“We can’t,” she whispered.
“Sure, we can. I need you, Jenna.”
Her face turned to me and I took advantage. My mouth slammed over hers, forcing her lips apart and shoving my tongue deep inside. I heard her little moan and pushed deeper. My fingers slid under the tiny cotton fabric between her legs, feeling the heat of her arousal.
Her back arched as she squirmed on the couch. I pulled my mouth away from hers.
“Come on,” I whispered, standing up and reaching for her at the same time.
She defiantly stared at me. “I shouldn’t.”
“But you want to. I want you to.”
I grabbed her hand, gently pulling her against my chest, kissing her again.
“I’m mad at you,” she said, wrenching her mouth away from mine.
“I know.”
I kissed her again, feeling her body press against me. I broke the kiss, grabbed her hand and led her down the hall. She didn’t fight it.
24
Jenna
I couldn’t keep my hands off him. I was so pissed at him, but I wanted him so bad. The man I loved to hate. He closed the bedroom door, a soft click behind me as I stood in his dark room facing the bed. I shouldn’t do this. I couldn’t let him think he could distract me with sex.
When his hands came around my waist and his mouth dropped to my neck, his thick length pressing against my butt, I forgot all about not letting myself get distracted. I could get a little distracted. Then I’d be mad at him. He yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room.
His hands roamed down my sides, rubbing my thighs and back up to cup my breast through my shirt. I moaned and tilted my head to the side while his tongue and teeth worked my neck over. The man’s mouth was an erotic machine that tickled every nerve and sent goosebumps spiraling over my skin, making it feel too tight for my body.
“I’m so mad at you,” I moaned.
“I know,” he mumbled against my sensitive skin, moving to the back of my neck and pushing my head down, my chin resting on my chest.
His hands slid under my shirt, slowly lifting it as he moved upward. He raised my arms into the air, slowly sliding the shirt up and over my head, leisurely rubbing his hands over every inch of skin as he moved upward before tossing it to the ground. Next, he unsnapped my bra, pulling it from my body and tossing it to the ground.
I shivered, but it had nothing to do with the cold. It was the feel of his chest hair against my bare back, the beard stubble scratching against my neck as he worked his mouth over every inch, his hands massaging my breasts.
Stepping forward, I turned to face him. I needed to taste him, and feel his mouth against mine. I pressed myself against his body, rubbing my sensitive nipples against his hard chest. His mouth closed over mine, kissing while grinding his hips against me.
There were too many clothes between us. I wanted to feel him. I began to work at his waistband, pulling his pants down.
“This doesn’t mean our conversation is over,” I whispered, pulling away from him and sliding my body down his as my hands pushed his pants down.
“I know,” he grunted as I wrapped my hand around his hard dick.
I rather violently pulled his dick into my mouth, sucking hard with a combination of frustration and lust.
“Fuck!” he cried out as I pulled him deep into my throat.
I grabbed his heavy ball sack, pulling and massaging. I felt his knees bend as his hand moved into my hair, yanking and tugging as I bobbed up and down on his dick with my mouth. It was an aggressive action, taking him in my mouth. I wanted him so badly and it pissed me off.
“Stop!” he groaned, stepping away from me and yanking his cock free of my mouth.
Slowly I stood, an evil grin on my face as I wiped my mouth.
“Damn woman,” he panted, stepping back from me.
I smiled and pursued him. I was going to show him just how pissed I was. I reached out my hand to his chest and pushed him backward.
“Jenna,” he whispered the warning.
I shook my head. “No, don’t Jenna me.”
“You’re playing with fire,” he warned in a husky voice.
I shook my head. “It’s you who’s playing with fire.”
I practically jumped at him, my mouth going to his, my lips crushing hard against his, causing a pinch of delectable pain as I rubbed my body against him. He had created a monster. I had him pushed against the wall, purring against his body as my mouth devoured his. I was the aggressor. I was the one who was going to take him to new heights.
In a flash of pure ecstasy, he lifted me, took a few long strides to the bed and dropped me on it. I bounced off the mattress.
“I warned you,” he growled, yanking my shorts down with violent jerks.
I gasped when I heard and felt my panties rip before his hand pushed my legs open. He stood at the edge of the bed looking down at me. I bent my knees, sliding up the bed a few inches to make room for him. His eyes were staring at my core the entire time, his face twisted into what looked to be pain in the faint light coming from the streetlights outside.
When his eyes met mine, I felt that animal urge to pounce. Instead, I let my instincts lead the way. I dropped my legs wider, my knees bent at my sides, in a frog-like position.
I smiled, running my hand over my body in a slow trail over my breasts, stopping just above my pussy. His eyes darted down, watching my fingers dance over my body.
“Maybe I don’t need you at all,” I whispered.
He growled.
I used my index finger to run over my pussy, gasping when I felt how wet I was. “Wow. I’m dripping with desire,” I whispered.
His eyes darted up to meet mine. “I did that. I made you wet.”
I shrugged one shoulder as I slowly parted my lips to feel just how wet I was. “I can take care of myself, Colton.”
My head dropped back as I slid my finger over my swollen clit. I was so wet. Watching him watch me finger myself was making me crazy.
“You can’t. Not the way I can,” his voice was harsh.
I watched his hand moved to his cock, sliding up and down in slow motions as I rubbed my pussy, gasping with each pleasurable stroke.
“I think I can. I’m mad at you.”
He dropped his knees to the edge of the bed before ripping my hand away from my pussy.
“You can be mad, but I’m going to make you scream for mercy,” he whispered before dropping his body between my spread legs and closing his mouth over me.
I yelped and immediately pulled back, the touch of his tongue against my pussy felt like getting hit by lightning.
“Uh-huh,” he said against my pussy, his hands going to my hips and holding me in place.
His mouth moved over me, his hot breath sending shards of delicious pleasure in and over my body as his tongue lapped at me. Then it was his teeth nibbling as he dined. My body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat as he took me to places I had never known were possible.
With one powerful suck of my clit between his teeth, I rose off the bed, shoving my pussy against his face as my body burst into violent, backbreaking convulsions with the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced.
He rose up to his knees, looking down at me, his hand wiping his mouth as he smirked. “That’s how I do it.”
I nodded, still gasping for air. He pushed my knee up higher, spreading me wide open, his fingers moving around my pussy.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to show you why you need me.”
I nodded my head. “Yes, yes, please,” I moaned, ready to feel him inside me.
His hand stayed on my knee, keeping my body spread wide as he guided himself against me, rubbing the head of his cock over my swollen clit, already sensitive with the recent orgasm still humming through my body.
He pushed in with an agonizingly slow pace. He stopped, about halfway inside me, still up on his knees as he stared down at me.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said, his voice filled with awe.
I moaned in response, his dick was rubbing over sensitive nerve endings, making it impossible to speak. He dropped lower, sliding inside me a tiny bit more. Not moving, simply stretching and filling me.
I looked into his baby blue eyes that were looking back at me intently. I wanted to slap him. I hated him so much but wanted him so badly. He was dangerous. He was all wrong for me, but holy shit his body was perfect for mine and I wanted him.
I bit my lower lip as he slid in a little more.
“I can feel it, Jenna. Your body is squeezing around me. Come on, give me another one.”
I shook my head. “No. I’m not going to give you the satisfaction.”
He raised one eyebrow. “My satisfaction. Baby, this is all about your satisfaction.”
He leaned back, stretching my pussy as he pulled my body up his thighs, my ass resting against his powerful legs. He reached down to where his dick was stretching my pussy and used a finger to slowly circle around the straining flesh. I jerked with the extreme sensitivity.
I began to shake my head. “No, no, I can’t, it’s too much.”
He smiled as he moved the tip of his index finger to the hard nub. “Yes, you can.”
He began to slowly massage, each rub sending spasms over my body. “Oh God,” I moaned, knowing the next orgasm would probably split me in two. I could feel my body climbing that dangerous precipice to the top. He was going to send me tumbling over the edge.
“Wait,” I panted, squirming as he massaged, inserting the finger between his dick and my pussy for better access.
“There, it is. Come on, you’re going to explode, Jenna. Give it to me,” he demanded, pushing against the nub.
“Fuck!” I cried out a little too loud as my body bowed and flexed around his. My hand dropped to my sides, making fists as I tried to hold on to anything. I literally felt as if I were falling, my body convulsing around his dick. I could feel my pussy juices seeping between our bodies.
He pulled out, leaving me panting and twitching on the bed before rolling me over and entering into me from behind with no warning. I had yet to stop spasming from the orgasm when his hard, forceful thrusts caught me midway down and pushed me back over the edge.
My mouth was pressed against the bed as I moaned and writhed. He was over me, slamming into me over and over with frantic need. I felt him jerk high into me, his hand reaching down to squeeze one ass cheek. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent me soaring over the edge once again. I slowly drifted down, his body pressed against mine.
He rolled off of me, his arm across my lower back as I lay with my head to the side, watching him drag in deep breaths. His other hand was over his chest. He turned his head to look at me, a huge, cheeky grin on his face.
“Yes, I’m still mad,” I mumbled.
He rolled over and kissed my nose. “Good. I like you when you’re mad.”
I groaned, too spent to move or argue.
“Come on,” he said, moving off the bed, pulling the blanket back and then physically picking me up and putting me in bed.
He climbed in next to me, his arm around me as he cuddled me close.
“I’ve got to get out of here,” I mumbled against his chest.
“Lay here a minute.”
“Don’t let me fall asleep.”
“I won’t. I’ve got th
e blankets off. I won’t fall asleep,” he promised.
I could feel my eyes growing heavy. I kept telling myself to get up, get dressed and go back to the couch. I would in a minute. Just one more minute of snuggling with the beautiful warm body holding me close and making me feel safe and protected.
Just. One. More. Minute.
25
Colton
Her warm body is draped over mine. I can see the sun peeking through the blinds and know we’d better get up soon before Abby makes her way into my room. I couldn’t let my little girl catch me with a naked woman in my bed, even if she absolutely loved the naked woman in question. That was a conversation I hoped to avoid having with my daughter until she was at least thirty and got her first boyfriend.
“Sleepyhead,” I whispered, moving her hair away from her face with my hand. “It’s time to get up.”
She moaned. “What?”
“Abby will be up soon.”
She sat bolt upright in bed. “Dammit! I fell asleep in here again.”
“It’s fine,” I assured her.
I sat up and pulled on my discarded underwear before pulling on a pair of sweats. Jenna was already up, dressing haphazardly.
“Check and make sure she’s still in bed,” Jenna whispered, waving at the door with her hand.
I grinned and pulled open the door. Abby’s door was still closed. “The coast is clear.”
She rushed out, dashing into the bathroom off the hallway. I headed to the kitchen to make coffee. I had just put the pot on when I heard what had to be a window shattering. I immediately assumed it was my living room window and raced to see what happened. It was fine. I yanked open the front door in time to see one of the guys from the diner running down the road and jumping into his friend’s waiting truck. I walked outside to see what had been broken.
I could see dark glass behind my truck and walked to inspect the damage.
“Fuck!” I shouted, looking at my shattered back window. “Mother fuckers!”
I headed back into the house and went straight for the lockbox tucked away in my top dresser drawer.
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