We had both skipped dinner the night before, but Faith didn’t want anything at breakfast. “Come on, sweetheart, eat something.”
“I’m not hungry, Joe. Okay? Just leave it alone.” She got up and hugged her father. “I’ll wait for you on the porch. Bye, Daddy.”
“I’m sorry. This is all part of my baggage. I’m so sorry, Faith.” She nodded and made her way out of the kitchen. What else could I do? I didn’t know what my next step was.
I said my goodbyes to a handful of people and then I took Faith home, feeling hopeless. Everything was my fault. We could have had a great week together.
When we reached her house, I took her bags in for her and left. Shortly before nine that night, she called me and asked me to come back. I knew she wasn’t sure what she should do with me, but hell, I didn’t know either. But when I got there, she met me at the door. I could tell immediately she’d been crying, and if possible, I felt even worse. With a barely mumbled ‘hi,’ and a short pat on the head for Heidi, she led me back to the bedroom. Silently, she stripped and climbed into bed, where she promptly fell asleep. I climbed in after her directly.
Without even thinking about it, my hands roamed over Faith’s body, and her answering moans alerted me to the fact that she wasn’t entirely asleep yet. We didn’t fuck fast and furious. Instead, I lifted her leg, slid into her delicious, warm heat from behind, and pumped my hips steady and slow until she climaxed around me, drawing my own orgasm into her.
Through a heavy sigh, she said, “I love you, Joe.” The sweetest words I’ve ever heard, and I was so glad she still felt that way.
“I love you too, and I’m so sorry about yesterday. I promise you that I’ll figure it out.”
CHAPTER 29
FAITH
THE SITUATION WITH Sophia still weighed heavily on my mind a couple of days later. Joe assured me that no matter what the outcome was, everything would work out, but I couldn’t imagine having Sophia in my life—and if Joe really was the father of her child, she’d be in my life as long as I had Joe.
We were sitting in the living room watching a movie and his phone was buzzing every five minutes or so. “Why don’t you just answer it?”
“Because it’s Sophia.” He put his head in his hands and sighed. “Fuck. I don’t know what to do. We can’t even find out if the baby’s really mine until after it’s born. And if it is mine, I’ll feel like shit if I didn’t make sure Sophia was okay during her pregnancy. But dammit, I don’t want anything to do with her. What do I do, Faith?”
“Oh, no. I can’t tell you what to do with this, Joe. It’s hard enough for me to think about her being pregnant with your child. God.”
I felt for him. I really did, but I wanted to be left out of the whole thing. That’s probably not a realistic idea since he was such a part of my life now. The whole thing just plain sucked.
His phone buzzed yet again, and he answered it, sounding weary. “Hello?”
“Hi, Joe. I wanted to know if we could get together. You know, to discuss what we might do.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary right now, do you? What do we need to discuss?”
It was quiet on Joe’s end of the discussion and he finally agreed to meet her. “Okay. Meet me at the coffee shop in a half an hour.” More silence. “No, Sophia. I’m not coming to your place.”
He hung up the phone and looked at me with fear in his eyes. “I guess you heard. I’m going to go meet her to talk. She said she’s feeling scared and—aw, hell, I don’t know. I feel sorry for her. I’m a fool, aren’t I?”
I grabbed his hand, throwing him a lifeline. “No, Joe. As hard as this is for both of us, you’re not a fool.”
His thumb rubbed my palm in slow back and forth motions. “I don’t suppose you’d go with me, would you?”
A sarcastic laugh flew out of my mouth. “I’m doing my best to deal with all of this, but hell no. I’m not going to go see her with you. I will ride with you though and do some grocery shopping while you’re talking.”
“Okay. Let’s go.”
Little did I know, we were about to get another big surprise. What a roller coaster of a week!
***
Joe parked in the grocery store parking lot and gave me the keys while he walked a block farther to the coffee shop. Sophia was already there, smiling and waving to him as I ducked into the food market.
I took my time doing my shopping, and with four bags in my hands, I made my way back to the car. Joe was already there with a big grin on his face.
“I guess your talk went well.”
“Extremely. She lied. She’s not pregnant.”
I almost dropped all four bags in the ground as my mouth flew open. “What? Are you serious?”
“Yup. I kept pressing her to tell me who else could possibly be the father. She’s not a one man kind of woman. Well, she cracked and admitted that she wasn’t pregnant.”
“Why would she do such a thing?”
“I guess she has a thing for me. It’s weird, too. I only saw her a few times on the job. I don’t know why she seems so attached now. Honestly, I was barely civil to her the last time.”
Well, I couldn’t figure it out either, but who cared? She wasn’t pregnant! “That’s it then? It’s all over?”
“God, I hope so. I told her not to contact me again. She cried and left.” He took the bags from me and placed them in the back of the truck. “Let’s go celebrate.”
***
Since I’d already taken the week off, Joe and I spent just about every minute together. Instead of it being too much, I loved it. As a matter of fact, I was ready to tell him that he could move in with me when he had to leave his condo. Heidi already loved it here. The backyard was like her own personal domain. She thoroughly enjoyed having some grass to run around.
It was nearing the end of the week, and things were running smoothly with no Sophia drama to ruin it. “What are you thinking about?” Joe’s legs surrounded mine as we sat in one lounge chair together, my back to his chest. “I can actually hear you thinking, Faith.”
He knew me well. “A couple of things, actually. First, I was thinking of having Thanksgiving dinner here. I need a break from my family. What about inviting your family, and Essie, too?”
“Are you sure, sweetheart? What about your father?”
“He’ll understand. He always does. I’m happier than I’ve ever been right now, and I don’t want my relatives ruining our first holiday together. It’ll be fun. You can help me cook.” I’d never hosted a Thanksgiving dinner, but I was a good cook and I wanted to do it.
“My mom would love that. I’ll go call her.” He shimmied out from behind me to grab the phone as I reflected back to the first time I’d met her.
A few days ago, we were supposed to meet Joe’s mother and her husband at a small mom and pop Italian place she loved in the Hills. Joe and I got there a little early and were messing around in his truck. Honestly, we had a hard time keeping our hands off each other.
Well, the windows were plenty fogged up, and I had just wrapped my hand around Joe’s cock when we heard a tap on the window.
“Ignore it,” Joe said around a mouthful of my breast.
“Okay,” I panted, stroking him again. His fingers were inside my pussy, making my hips undulate in a most decidedly perfect rhythm. I kept rocking my hips and moaning his name, stroking him harder and faster until I felt his release coat my hand. Just the feel of his cum on me, caused me to burst with a loud exclamation.
The banging on the window grew louder and we heard, “Uh, we’ll just meet you at home, Joseph.”
Neither of us said a word as we cleaned ourselves up the best we could with Dunkin Donuts napkins I had pulled out of the glove box. After a minute or so, Joe busted out laughing. “That was my mom. Oh, my God.”
“Oh, she’s going to love me. God, Joe. She’s going to think I’m a slut! What were we thinking?”
“We have to go over there.”
“No way! We can’t go like this. Joe—we smell like sex. Hot, sweaty sex.” The look in his eyes told me he wanted more. “Let’s go home and get cleaned up first.”
“Okay.”
It took us a bit longer than expected, since we got cleaned up together. In the shower. Another orgasm later, and we were on our way over to his mom’s house. She never even gave me a nasty glance. The minute I walked through the door, she’d enveloped me in her sweet arms and welcomed me into her family. It was a moment I knew I’d never have with my own mother.
CHAPTER 30
JOE
MORNINGS WERE MY favorite time of day now. Since I’d moved in with Faith, she was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. I loved that.
When I opened my eyes this particular morning, there was no Faith to see. Our bed was empty. Not even Heidi was with me. But I smelled something wonderful. It was Thanksgiving Day, and Faith was in the kitchen making the house smell incredible.
I stumbled from the bed and followed my nose. Faith stood at the oven, just slipping the turkey in as she pulled out a pumpkin pie.
“Now that’s a look I could get used to.” I guess I really am a caveman, because I loved seeing my woman wearing an apron, busy in the kitchen.
“The apron? You like that?” She walked past me and gave me a quick kiss. “I’ll be right back.”
I grabbed a cup of coffee and was reaching for the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch when Faith walked back in, clearing her throat.
“Holy shit. Yes, I like that better.” She was still wearing the apron, but that’s all I could see. Just the apron. It made me wonder if there was anything beneath it.
“And look what else I have.” She reached into the pockets and pulled out the furry cuffs she had told me about all those weeks ago. We never had put them to use. “What do you say? In the mood to be at my mercy?”
“Fuck yes. Give me five minutes.” I ran into the shower to clean myself and jerk off. She knew I was doing it. She knew I was useless with her the first time. Just the knowledge of her knowing what I was doing got me off. It wasn’t something I was particularly proud of, but I couldn’t seem to hold back as long as I wanted to unless I jerked off first. Then I was good to go.
I walked into the bedroom to see Faith, ass up, knees on the bed, reaching over to secure one of the cuffs to the headboard. “What a fucking sight.” I leaned over, slipped her thong to the side, and ran my tongue down the seam of her ass to her pussy. “Delicious.”
She turned toward me and pushed me back. “Uh, uh. You do what I say today. Get on the bed and lay on your back.”
I happily did as instructed, but slapped and squeezed her ass until she had both of my hands secured. Without a word, she left the room and came back carrying a bottle of chocolate syrup. My dick did a happy dance.
“Where oh where should I start?”
“How about you start by taking off that apron?”
“Now, didn’t I tell you? This is my show.” She did, however, drop the apron. Oh yeah. My dick was jumping again.
“Very, very nice, Faith.” She was wearing a black strapless bra that pushed her tits up so high I could see the top half of her pink areolas. Fucking fantastic. The matching panties were about my undoing. They rode up high with a white bow at the center. I’d already seen and approved of the back. The only thing holding those panties together was the tiniest piece of lace, bisecting her heavenly ass. “You’re going to make me beg, aren’t you?”
“Would you?” She popped the top open on the chocolate. “Would you beg for me?”
“Fuck yes, I’d beg.”
She put the open chocolate bottle down on the bedside table and straddled me, her gorgeous pussy just inches from my mouth. My tongue darted out, but all I got was a lick of her panties. “Come closer, Faith. Now.” She laughed at me and scooted backward. That quickly, I was beginning to hate the bonds that prevented me from pulling her back to my waiting lips.
Leaning to the side, she grabbed something out of the nightstand and slipped it over my head. In the next second, I was blind. It was both highly frustrating and erotic. “Faith?”
“Shh.” I felt her near me and turned my head in that direction. Her lips rewarded me as she gave me a deep kiss, sucking on my bottom lip as she backed off again.
“Oh God.” She put a line of chocolate syrup down my body, starting at my neck and ending on my cock. Was she going to start at the bottom or the top? I felt her tongue on my balls. It had never felt quite like that. Being blindfolded heightened my awareness, and I felt every tingle all the way through to my toes.
“You like that? Is it good?”
“Yes. More.”
“More, what?”
“More please. Fucking please.” I’d tell her anything she wanted to hear, as long as she kept touching me.
She must have liked my answer because she sucked my entire cock into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. “Umm.” I could feel the hum in her voice against me, further spurring me on.
After she gave my cock some more badly wanted attention, she licked her way up my body, biting my nipples and then sucking them with her soothing tongue before using her teeth on me again. I was dying. I’d never make it out alive.
“Please, Faith. No more. Untie me.” I had to get my hands on her. I had to get my cock inside of her.
Instead of untying me, she yanked the cuffs tighter. “I’ll untie you when I’m done, and not a minute sooner.” Before I could protest, she straddled me, kissing me hard as she sat down, taking my cock all the way inside her body.
Slowly, she began to move, her hands roaming over my chest as our tongues tangled and lips came together again and again. When she began panting, she sat up on me. I wanted to see her. I wanted to see her big tits bouncing with the motion of her thrusts.
“Faith.” My voice was rough. Hard. Unyielding. “Take this fucking blindfold off.” I added, “Please.”
She did and the sight that greeted me was something out of a dream. She still had those sexy thong panties on—she had simply pulled them aside— but the rest of her was gloriously naked. Her one hand reached back and cupped my balls as her other squeezed her nipples as her tits bounced higher and higher the harder she rode me.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come, Faith.”
“Do it.”
It took just two more bounces from her, and my head was thrown back as I roared my release. Every fucking time, I thought it was the best, but I truly don’t think I’d ever come so hard.
“Yes, yes. Oh, God, yes!” Faith flew apart, her own head thrown back, her tits pushed out proudly as her back arched. It was a sight to behold.
What a way to start out a holiday. What was I thankful for? Too easy. Next question.
***
FAITH
“So, Faith, have you two discussed Christmas plans? We’d love to have you, but I know we probably have to share you with your family.”
Joe’s mother and her husband, Lauren and Phil, were both in the kitchen chopping up vegetables for a salad. Essie sat at the breakfast bar, sipping a cup of tea, while Tracey and Joe were in the yard playing with Heidi. All I could think about was how perfect it was. Well, almost perfect. I loved his family, but I sure did miss having my father there.
As if he could tell that I was thinking about him, my phone rang. “Excuse me one second, please.”
“Sure, honey. Take your time.”
I took the call in the living room. “Hello?”
“Hi, Pumpkin. How’s your day going?”
“Great! I wish you were here, though. I’m sorry everything’s so messed up with mom and the girls.”
“Don’t you worry about that today. So listen. We have so many people in the house, I was thinking that maybe I’d slip away and come have dessert with you all. Get to meet Joe’s family. What do you think?”
I loved the idea! I’d have to give Joe’s family a little bit of background to explain why only my father was going to show up, but I coul
d do that. “I’d love it. Esther Covington is here, too. You remember her?”
“Of course. You know your mother is still in shock that Joe has an in with her.” He chuckled and Faith missed him even more.
“How about seven? Is that okay?”
“Perfect. I’ll see you then.”
I went back into the kitchen to find it fuller than when I’d left. Joe walked over to stand behind me, wrapping me in his arms. “It’s raining.”
“Does that mean no touch football after dinner?” I was secretly pleased. Football was a form of exercise and I hated it.
Joe kissed my neck and lightly spanked my bottom. “You wish. It looks like it’s just a passing shower. You’re still playing football. It’s a family tradition. Even Essie’s playing.” Essie winked at me, but shook her head no.
“Fine.” I tried pouting to get my way, but all that did was make Joe suck on my lip until Phil cleared his throat. “Okay. On to happier news. My father’s coming for dessert.” I was quick to assure him that it was just my father.
I looked over to where Joe’s parents were finishing with the vegetables, Tracey beside them. “He’s looking forward to meeting all of you.” Then I took a breath and started to tell them about why the rest of my family wouldn’t be there, but there was no need.
“Joe gave us some details. Don’t worry about it, Faith. Things will work out with your family. Maybe they’ll never be how you want them to be, but it’ll be okay.”
Tracey placed a comforting hand on mine. “Mom’s right. And we’re looking forward to meeting your Daddy. Joe said he’s great.”
I gave Joe a grateful smile. “He’s right.”
***
We were just finishing (thank God) our game of flag football before going back in for dessert when Heidi gave a quick yip alerting us to the presence of another. I looked over, and to my delight, I saw Chloe standing on the other side of the fence with a sad smile on her face.
“Hey, Chloe. Come on in!” I waved her in as Joe unlatched the gate.
She gave me a hug, and I introduced her to everyone. When the others turned to go inside, leaving just Joe and us, she pulled me in for a longer hug and I could feel the sadness in her. A subdued Chloe was a sad thing to witness.
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