by Angela Blake
He gazed around one more before he broke off a tiny piece and slipped it into his mother’s mouth. Jenny chewed slowly, her heart swelling with love for this little boy who was the light of her life.
“Why are you so quiet in there?” A female voice came from inside.
Jenny and Noah froze as they both took in the sight of Jenny’s mother-Clarisse-standing above them with a mock frown on her lips. Her red hair was hanging in loose curls around her heart shaped face, and her hazel eyes sparkled with mirth.
“Now, now, Noah, you know what I said about sneaking in a cookie before dinner,” Clarisse said disapprovingly.
“I’m sorry, grandma,” Noah hung his head shamefully as he shuffled awkwardly from one foot to the next.
“Go wash your hands and go to the kitchen, so you can help me bring in the food.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he tore out of the living room and made a beeline for the bathroom.
Clarisse shook her head as she embraced her only daughter and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.
“Really, honey, must you spoil him?”
Jenny tossed her head back and laughed. “Actually, he was spoiling me, I was the one who took a piece of that cookie.”
“You don’t say.” Clarisse placed her hands on her hips as she pursed her lips thoughtfully. “So the boy isn’t afraid to cover for someone he loves, an admirable trait no doubt.”
Jenny grinned. “He’s one of a kind, isn’t he?”
They both shared a knowing smile as they made their way to the kitchen, and the three of them set up the table as they waited for Jenny’s father to walk in.
He walked in a while later and dropped a quick kiss on Jenny’s head before he poked Noah in the side.
They all sat down and a steady stream of conversation began as they all indulged in a nice family meal.
***
Jenny juggled the keys and her son’s sleeping form as she tried to get the front door to open. She had finally succeeded in getting the key into the lock, but couldn’t quite make the door budge open.
She huffed in irritation as she wondered if maybe she could lay Noah down on the grass for a second then pick him up again when the door was open.
Her thoughts were interrupted when a familiar voice said. “Let me.”
Jenny wheeled around in fright, her heart pounding in her chest before she noticed that it was just Mark, standing there looking sheepish.
“Jesus, Mark, you scared me,” she whispered. “At least announce yourself next time.”
“Well, I was just about to offer my help, but I was watching you fumble adorably for a few minutes.”
Jenny scowled at him as he pushed the door open and gestured for her to go through. Jenny walked in, and Mark helped her switch on the lights.
Once his eyes took in the sleeping form, his entire stance softened, and he stared at him in wonder as if he couldn’t quite believe that this little boy was his.
“Can I be the one to carry him upstairs?” Mark asked quietly.
Jenny stared at him quietly for a minute before she handed him Noah. She helped him adjust Noah before leading the way to the bedroom down the hall.
They worked quietly together, making sure Noah was in his pajamas and tucked in safely. Mark brushed his hair out of his eyes and smiled a soft smile that had Jenny’s heart hoping that maybe, just maybe, he actually did want to be a part of this little boy’s life.
She motioned for him to come outside, and he cast one last lingering look before he exited. She left the door open just enough to hear him if he needed her and beckoned Mark into the hallway.
“Not that I don’t appreciate the help earlier, but what are you doing here, Mark?”
“I’m sorry I ran out so quickly earlier. I was just in shock, but I had some time to think about it, and I want to be a part of Noah’s life.”
Jenny watched him carefully. “Are you sure you’re not just saying that because you want to sleep with me?”
Mark laughed. “Well, I won’t deny that I want you as well. I want to be in both your lives Jenny, if you’ll let me. I don’t know the first thing about being a father, and I know you deserve so much better than me, but I want to try. Please let me try.”
Jenny looked at him for a long moment without speaking. Long enough that Mark began to fidget. His green eyes met hers in a direct stare, and Jenny could see the sincerity reflected in them.
“I’m going to go take a shower, then how about we have some dinner?” she said finally.
Mark nodded cautiously. “I’d like that.”
Jenny gestured towards the living room. “Make yourself at home.”
Mark plopped down onto the couch and grabbed the remote and began channel surfing. Jenny hurried up the stairs wondering what on earth they’d talk about, but she knew that she wanted to try, and even if it didn’t work out between them, she’d make sure he stayed in Noah’s life. He needed his father after all.
Jenny stripped and as she waited for the water to heat up, she began to wash her face carefully. She stepped into the shower a while later, and a sigh of relief escaped her lips as the hot water cascaded down her back.
She began to lather her hair with shampoo and running her hands down her body to wash herself. She gave a startled gasp when a pair of hands began to massage her shoulders.
She wheeled around and came face to face with Mark who was standing there, dripping wet and fully naked.
“What are you - ” she trailed off as he grabbed a loofa and began to gently scrub her body.
“Let me take care of you,” he said simply.
Jenny let her head roll back as he carefully washed every nook and cranny over her body making her grow more and more aroused by the second.
Jenny noticed, much to her chagrin, that he was careful not to touch her breasts nor her center, and she was feeling rather frustrated at that.
He bent down and began to kiss her center, and a moan escaped Jenny’s lips as he began to lick. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him up, so he was kissing her lips instead.
Mark groaned as he pushed her back against the wall. As the hot water slid off their bodies, their kissing began to grow more and more fervent, and their hands began to grow bolder.
Jenny placed her hands on his hips and shoved him closer hoping he’d get the hint. He growled in the back of his throat before he wrenched his lips away and began to kiss his way down her neck. He took one nipple between his mouth and began to suck on it so hard that Jenny’s eyes were rolling in the back of her head.
Meanwhile his other hand was making its trail down south. Jenny left one hand playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, while the other hand made its way down and began to stroke him until he stopped what he was doing and bucked against her hands.
He grabbed both her hands and raised them over her head, so she was helpless to his touch. He began to kiss her neck slowly, sucking and biting until he left his mark. He moved down and began to kiss and suck on her breasts till Jenny’s body began to writhe in pleasure. He moved down and kissed her stomach until he finally stopped above her center.
He released her wrists and brought one leg up, so it was hooked around his. He gently nudged her legs apart and looked her directly in the eye before he thrust into her with one quick movement.
They both moaned at the contact, and at first they set up a steady pace where Mark would slowly pull out then slam back into her causing both of them the maximum amount of pleasure.
Eventually, Jenny began to claw on his back letting him know that she wanted more, and Mark wanted more too. He began to grind into her, harder and harder until they both began to scream in ecstasy.
Mark carried her out of the shower a while later, both of them getting dressed and crawling into bed next to each other as they lay there feeling completely and blissfully spent.
They drifted off knowing that tomorrow was a new start for all of them.
THE END
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Chapter One
Camilla Queen pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger as she inhaled deeply through her mouth.
She began to cough profusely when the pungent smell of the sewers invaded her senses.
“Sometimes, I wonder why I even wanted to be a journalist,” she muttered under her breath as her face contorted in disgust.
Camilla Queen wanted to be a journalist for as long as she could remember. Ever since she was little, she’d ride her bike around the neighborhood with her little pen and notebook, jotting down information when she could, and searching for clues when people weren’t forthcoming with their answers.
As she had gotten older, the little girl with blue eyes and blonde hair had still retained her sense of curiosity. She was the youngest person on the team because she had just graduated from college.
She was also a bit on the heavy side. Not that she minded. After all, nothing could comfort her quite like food could, and nothing tasted as good either. Except maybe men.
She stopped her train of thought before it went too deep into the gutter. When she told her boss to give her a chance on something hard hitting, she had expected something interesting, and maybe even slightly dangerous.
Investigating whether or not someone was polluting the city sewers by dumping toxic waste into them was the last thing she had on her mind. The only thing dangerous here was how close she was to hurling her lunch.
She crouched over something and poked it with her leg. She grimaced as she noticed that it was a dead animal. She made a face as her lunch tried to make its way back up her throat.
She shined her flashlight on the whole place, and finally decided that there was nothing else to see. There was nothing else to report here in any case.
She made her way out of the sewers and sucked in huge gulps of air as the cold night breeze filled her lungs. She took a whiff of herself and decided that she would need a shower before she met up with her friend Katherine.
She held her arms away from her body as she speed-walked to her car, eager to get home and wash the stink off of her.
She grabbed a plastic bag out of the trunk of her car, carefully placed it over the chair and then gingerly sat on it, careful not to touch anything else lest her entire car be left smelling like that.
She revved the car and backed out of her parking spot and onto the highway to head home.
***
Camilla wiped the steam from the mirror with the edge of her bathrobe. She smiled as she inhaled the smell of soap and body wash.
She twisted her hair up into a bun before turning on the faucet and waiting for the water to heat up. She lathered her face with soap before splashing water on it, relishing the feeling of the droplets sliding down her face and onto the tile floors.
She picked up her toothpaste, squirted some onto her toothbrush and began to brush her teeth.
A loud banging on the door made her pause and stare. She tried to speak around a mouthful of toothpaste, but it came out sounding garbled.
She spat some of the toothpaste into the sink, and yelled out. “What?”
“Are you almost done in there?” her friend Katherine’s voice came from behind the door.
“Kat, I literally just stepped into the shower fifteen minutes ago.”
“It took you fifteen minutes to wash off the gunk?” Katherine’s voice sounded dubious, at best, and Camilla chuckled under her breath as she realized that had it been Katherine, they never would’ve left the house tonight because she would’ve been in here all night, seeing imaginary germs everywhere.
“Are you sure you did it right?” Katherine’s asked.
“Well, unless you want to come in and see for yourself, you’re going to have to take my word for it,” Camilla responded as she bent over the sink once more.
Camilla shrieked as the door flew open, and Katherine stood there, her massive brown curls tumbling down her head, her hands placed on her hips as she surveyed the bathroom.
Her petite form came into the room and sniffed. She wrinkled her nose as one foot took a step forward, and the other hovered just outside the bathroom.
“Kat, what are you doing?” Camilla placed her hand on her heart to calm her erratic breathing.
“You told me to come in and see for myself,” Katherine pointed out as she paused as if deciding something. Finally, she put both feet forward and came into the bathroom.
One eyebrow went up. “I didn’t mean that literally.”
“Well, if you don’t mean it literally, then don’t say it. You know I’d take you seriously, and I never back down from a challenge.”
Camilla rolled her eyes. “I know that only too well.”
Katherine’s green eyes turned to face her. “Aw, come on. I said I was sorry. How was I supposed to know the guy couldn’t take a joke?”
Camilla gave her a wry grin. “Well, when you walk up to a guy and declare that Disney princesses are real, and would he like to meet one, how do you expect him to behave?”
“I expect him to know that it’s a joke, then he’d laugh and play along, or think it’s a dirty reference and still play along,” Katherine pointed out as she hovered near the edge of the bathtub and peaked in.
“Well, clearly, this guy wasn’t in a mood to joke, and besides I was kidding. I didn’t know you’d actually go through with the dare.”
Katherine gave her a pointed look. “I’m crazy enough to do crazy dares when I’m sober, did you really think I wouldn’t because I was tipsy?”
Camilla paused as she gargled some water. She spat it out. “Good point.” She watched Katherine in the mirror as she stood there, staring down at the bathtub as if she was staring into the abyss.
Katherine took a step back and turned to survey Camilla herself. She edged around her and circled her a few times, leaning in to sniff her.
“Okay, now you’re just being weird.”
“You know that I hate germs,” Katherine said as she lifted Camilla’s arm up, looked at it then put it back down.
“There’s hating germs, and there’s this.” She gestured at Katherine. “Your boogey monster must’ve been one big germ when you were little.”
Katherine bent down and began to look at her legs. “Laugh all you want, but germs are the real enemy here.”
“The effects of growing up with parents who were doctors.” Camilla sighed. “Well, if you’re going to inspect me this thoroughly, at least buy me dinner first.”
Katherine stood up and waggled her eyebrows at Camilla playfully. “I see my awesome powers of seduction extend to women as well.”
Camilla snorted. “I see your modesty plays an important role too.”
“If you’ve got it.” She paused and shook her hips. “Flaunt it.”
Camilla pretended to cover her eyes. “Oh, believe me. I’ve seen enough ‘flaunting’ to last me a lifetime. There is such a thing as oversharing.”
Katherine pretended not to hear her as she began singing. “I like big butts, and I cannot lie, you other brothers can’t deny, when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist, and a round thing in your face—“
Camilla clamped her hand over Katherine’s mouth to stop her from singing. “When you’re quite finished.”
Katherine’s eyes sparkled with mirth as she tried to speak around Camilla’s hands. Camilla carefully removed her hand, and then placed it back when Katherine began to sing again.
Camilla screeched when Katherine’s tongue darted out to lick her hand. “Kat, what the hell?”
She pulled her hand away and wiped it on her bathrobe as she eyed Katherine with a mixture of horror and amusement.
Katherine stood there in her jeans and top, looking very smug and very pleased with herself.
“A little trick I learned from my
niece.”
“Well, obviously. I mean only a six year old could teach you something so juvenile and disgusting.”
“You’re just mad because you didn’t think of it first.” Katherine ran her hands through her hair as she stuck her tongue out.
“How charming. Another trick you learned from your niece?” Camilla crossed her arms over her chest, an amused smile tugging on the corner of her lips.
“She is wise beyond her years. I could ask her to teach you a few things.”
“Generous as that offer is, I think I’ll have to pass,” Camilla responded, very dryly.
“Anyway, back to the matter at hand, are you sure you cleaned up properly?” Katherine narrowed her eyes as she studied Camilla as if somehow she could scare the germs away.
“There’s only one way to find out.” Camilla took a step forward, casually.
“What’s that?” Katherine’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.
“Give me a hug.” Camilla opened her arms and moved towards Katherine. Katherine shouted as she sidestepped and jumped to the back.
“No, no, don’t touch me. What if you still have germs?”
“Well, then we’ll have germs, together,” Camilla said wickedly as she chased her down the hallway.
“You always said we were like sisters, and we share a lot of things,” Camilla called out as the laugh bubbled up in her throat.
“I didn’t mean that, obviously. To quote what you said earlier ‘there is such a thing as oversharing’.”
“Aw, come on, Kat. Come get a little Cam love.”
Katherine made a face at Camilla before she ducked behind the couch. Her head popped up. “No, thank you. Keep your Cam love.” She used air quotes on the last thing.
Camilla ran towards the couch and tackled Katherine to the ground. “Do you surrender?”
Katherine squirmed as she tried to get away from Camilla. “Never.”
The front door clicked open, and both women froze as they stared up at a tall, muscular man with shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes.
