Devin released a shaky breath as he felt her small hands slide over his chest only to groan when she leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his chest.
“Seven years, huh?” she said, shooting him a teasing smile as she pushed his shirt off him.
“I only care about the last five,” Devin said, cupping her face in his hands as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.
When he felt her small hands work his pants down, Devin groaned as he toed off his shoes only to moan when she ran one small hand lightly over his cock, teasing it through his underwear. As she took her time driving him out of his fucking mind, he reached down, careful not to disturb her and finished pulling his pants off. Before his pants hit the floor, she was pushing his underwear down and wrapping one small hand around his cock.
The first stroke had him groaning, the second had him stumbling after her as she used her hold to lead him into the shower, and the third…the third had him losing his fucking mind as he wrapped his arms around her so that he could run his hands down her back and over that generous ass that he’d become obsessed with over the years.
She felt so fucking good, Devin thought as he gave her ass a squeeze while she continued working her hand over his cock, giving the base a squeeze before sliding her hand up to run her palm over the sensitive head, tearing a groan from him before doing it again.
“Can I ask you something?” she asked, using the familiar phrase that had his lips twitching.
“Do I have a choice?” he asked, giving her ass one last squeeze before he pulled his hand back so that he could wrap his hand around the large breast tipped with a soft pink nipple and gave it a squeeze that had them both groaning.
“Maybe…”
“What do you want to know, brat?” he asked, trying to decide what felt better in his hands, her ass or her breasts only to decide that he should check out the third option before making a decision.
Definitely this, Devin decided on a groan as he slid his hand between her legs and-
“Did…did you forget to shut the television off?”
Chapter 29
“Oh, my god that would look so good in the kitchen,” Charlie whispered softly as she glanced at the closed bathroom door, wondering if the coast was clear yet.
Maybe she should check? Charlie thought as she sat there, staring at the door for another minute before reluctantly placing the magazine that she’d read three times already down on the floor next to the tub only to pick it up again and dog-ear the page since she felt that Devin should build her a new kitchen cart to make up for this. Not that she was actually mad at him, because she wasn’t. No, what she wanted was a new kitchen cart to keep the mixing bowls and baking items within reach to make it easier for the kids to help her cook.
As quietly as she could, Charlie slowly climbed out of the tub and tiptoed her way to the bathroom door, wincing and cringing every inch of the way until she was standing in front of the door, listening for any signs of life coming from the other side. When they’d realized that they had company, Devin had mouthed, “I’ll be right back,” pulled his clothes on, and disappeared while she’d finished getting dressed as she debated her options only to realize that she really didn’t have any.
For a while, she stood there, staring at the door, waiting for him to come back and tell her that the coast was clear only to end up testing out various spots in the bathroom, searching for the most comfortable spot to wait. That had ended with her searching for something to do to combat boredom when it became obvious that he wasn’t coming back.
When she didn’t hear anything, Charlie slowly, ever so slowly, opened the bathroom door and peeked out the door to find all three Bradfords passed out on the bed. Lightweights, she thought, shaking her head in disgust as she quickly, yet quietly, made her way to the bedroom door and once she was there…
She moved her ass.
She was downstairs and in her apartment less than a minute later. Deciding to call it a night, she headed to the bathroom and got ready for bed a second time that night before shutting the lights off and crawling into her bed, thankful that she could sleep in today. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she closed her eyes, pulled her blankets up to her shoulders and wondered if she should be concerned that someone was crawling into her bed.
Probably, Charlie thought as she felt that large arm wrap around her and pull her back against the man that she was no longer speaking to.
“I’m sorry,” came the apology that had her pointedly looking at the wall.
“Are you mad?” Devin asked the question that he should already know the answer to so she folded her arms over her chest and continued to glare straight ahead.
There was a heavy sigh and then…
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for them to find out about us yet, Charlie.”
“I’m not mad about that,” she said with a snort of disgust.
There was a pause and then…
“Is this about the snacks?” Devin asked and she swore that she could actually feel his wince in the dark.
“You’re damn right I’m pissed about the snacks,” she snapped, deciding that this didn’t count as talking to him.
“I can explain,” he rushed to say, but it was too late and they both knew it.
“You made root beer floats and s’mores and you didn’t think that you should sneak some of it into me?” Charlie demanded as she commenced with the glaring.
“Charlie, I-”
“Don’t. Just don’t,” she said with a sniffle even as she made a mental note to run to the store in the morning and pick up stuff for root beer floats and s’mores.
“Baby, I really tried,” Devin said as the arm wrapped around her pulled her over onto her back.
“No, you didn’t,” she said, pointedly looking away as he placed his hand on her stomach.
“What if I promised to make it up to you?” he suggested in an incredibly sexy whisper that had her licking her lips.
“I’m not talking to you,” Charlie said, ensuring that he understood exactly how mad she was with him.
“I see,” he murmured as that hand on her stomach began heading south, pausing only long enough to slide beneath her panties as she spread her legs to make it easier for him.
“Would it make you feel better if I told you that it killed me to leave you like that?” Devin asked groaning as he cupped her.
“I mean, it probably wouldn’t hurt,” Charlie admitted only to gasp when she felt his fingers slide through her slit and brush against her clit.
“After finally knowing just how soft your pussy was and how fucking good it felt in my hand,” he said on a groan before adding, “Only to have to leave when all I wanted to do was find out how good it felt to slide inside you. That damn near killed me.”
Licking her lips, Charlie struggled not to moan as his words rolled over her. They should be taking this slowly, taking their time to make sure that this wasn’t a mistake but as his mouth found her neck and his fingers continued moving, teasing her, she found herself asking, “Do you still want to find out?”
Instead of answering her, she felt him shift so that he was kneeling by her side as he pulled his hand free. Seconds later, she felt his fingers hook in her panties and felt them pulled down as she laid there, licking her lips as she raised her hips to make it easier for him. Once her panties were gone, Charlie sat up quickly so that she could pull off her shirt and once she had it off, she tossed it aside and laid back down just as Devin moved to settle himself between her legs.
She’d never felt this desperate before, never needed a man this badly, never felt this empty and thought that she would scream if she had to wait another second. Before he finished settling between her legs, she was reaching down and pushing his underwear down, uncaring that she’d never done something like this before and-
“Oh, fuck!” Devin groaned as she felt him start to push inside her.
Her breath caught when she felt the tip slide inside her, re
minding her that it had been a long time since she’d had sex. He was bigger than she was used to and so thick that she began to worry that he wasn’t going to fit. Just before it became too much, Devin pulled back as his mouth found hers.
As he slowly worked the tip inside her, sliding in a little more each time as he moved his mouth over hers, brushing his lips against hers one second only to slide his tongue against hers the next, driving her crazy until it wasn’t enough and found herself spreading her legs more, desperate for more. With a groan, he gave it to her, sliding his cock the rest of the way inside her until she felt his balls pressed against her bottom and then-
He was moving.
He rolled his hips, grinding inside her to get her used to his size, teasing her as tension once again started to build, the pressure building low in her stomach.
“So fucking good…” Devin growled as he began pulling back farther so that he could push back inside her slowly, savoring the move with a groan. Her breath caught with every thrust only to escape her on a moan when he pulled back as her hips arched, desperate for more.
He felt so good, Charlie thought as she ran her hands over him, enjoying the play of muscles working in his back as he slowly fucked her, the sounds of the bed creaking with every thrust filling the large room along with the sounds of their moans. The tension continued to build until it was too much and-
“Charlie,” Devin groaned as he moved faster, harder, until she couldn’t take anymore.
Wrapping her arms around him, she buried her face against his neck and bit her lip to stop herself from moaning his name, afraid that she was going to end up screaming his name if she opened her mouth as he rolled his hips one last time with a groaned, “God, I fucking love you,” as she lay there, tempted to say it back, but…
She wasn’t ready to say it, not yet.
Chapter 30
“I can’t do this, Daddy. I just can’t,” Abbi whispered with a sad shake of her head as she looked down with a barely-there sniffle as she wrapped her small arms around her backpack.
“Why is that?” Devin asked, biting back a yawn as he reached over and unbuckled Dustin.
God, he was fucking exhausted, he thought unable to help but smile as he thought of the reason why he’d barely managed more than a few hours of sleep over the past two days.
Charlie.
He hadn’t been able to get enough of her and thank god, she didn’t seem to mind. He’d lived out several of his fantasies over the past few days and a few that he was ashamed that he’d never thought of before and…
He couldn’t wait until he could pull her back in his arms, but he was going to have to because he had other things to take care of. During the day, he’d focus on his children and work and then at night, he’d be able to focus all of his attention doing all of those things with Charlie that he couldn’t seem to get enough of.
“It’s against my religion,” the little smart ass said, reminding him that it was time to focus on his children, the same ones that had their teacher sending him an email last night, asking him to come in early for another meeting.
“It’s against your religion to have a meeting with your teacher?” he asked, handing Dustin his backpack as he climbed out of the car.
“I’m afraid it is, Daddy,” Abbi said with a heartfelt sigh and a sad shake of her head.
“I see,” Devin murmured as he closed Dustin’s door and made his way around the car to find his daughter frantically trying to lock the car. This was just fucking sad, Devin thought as he pulled his keys out of his pocket and hit the unlock button as he reached over and opened her door.
“You want to tell me what you’re afraid your teacher is going to tell me?” Devin asked as he unbuckled her seatbelt and grabbed her before she could dive into the front seat.
“But what if she doesn’t mention them? Then I’d be tattling on myself and you told me that tattling was wrong,” Abbi mumbled sadly, making him bite back a smile as he threw her over his shoulder. God, she was a fucking handful, Devin thought as he grabbed her backpack, closed the door and headed towards the school with Dustin by his side.
“Then you should definitely tell me,” he told her as they made their way to the front door.
“That just sounds wrong, Daddy,” Abbi said as Devin shifted his attention to Dustin.
“You’re being quiet this morning. Is everything okay?”
Shrugging, Dustin didn’t say anything as he reached over and pushed the doorbell. Before he got a chance to ask his son what was wrong, the door was opening and their principal was there, ushering them inside.
“Good morning, Mr. Bradford, how are you?” she said with a warm smile as they walked inside.
“We’re good,” Devin said although he wasn’t so sure about Dustin at the moment.
“Why don’t we go talk in my office?” Mrs. Haskins said before shifting her attention to Dustin. “Dustin, why don’t you and your sister go upstairs and see if you can help your teacher set up for morning crafts?”
“We’d rather stay with Daddy,” Abbi said as Devin placed her on her feet.
“And I’d rather find out why your principal needs to talk to me,” he said, handing Abbi’s backpack to her.
“Me, too, Daddy,” Abbi said, nodding solemnly, “Me, too.”
Narrowing his eyes on his baby girl, he said, “Go.”
“Fine,” Abbi sighed heavily as she reached over and took her brother’s hand and started heading towards their classroom.
“Right this way,” Mrs. Haskins said, gesturing for him to follow her.
“What did my children do now?” he asked, throwing her a sympathetic wince that had her lips twitching.
“Many things, Mr. Bradford,” she said, smiling as they walked into her office. “But I actually called you in for a different reason.”
“And what’s that?” Devin asked as he took a seat.
“Well, I’m not sure if you remember, but in the beginning of October we suggested getting Dustin tested so that we knew what his strengths and weaknesses were so that we had a better idea of how we could help him,” she began as Devin sat there, trying to prepare himself for what was coming.
Dustin had always been quiet even as a baby. While Abbi would cry over damn near everything, his son…hadn’t. He’d simply smile, content to enjoy his bottle or watch Devin as he worked. At the time, Devin had been relieved that his son was taking it easy on him, but as Dustin got older Devin began to worry. He was more reserved than his sister, could happily sit for hours playing by himself, and didn’t seem to be interested in playing with children his own age. He-
“Before we get to the results, I’m curious about something. Does Dustin spend a lot of time with his cousins, Sebastian and Jonathan?” Mrs. Haskins asked, making Devin wince because he’d heard about the hell that the twins had raised when they’d attended this school.
Clearing his throat, Devin said, “We’re a close family.”
Nodding, she murmured, “That makes sense.”
“What makes sense?” Devin found himself asking as he watched her pull out a stack of paper.
“Did you know that your son has plans for world domination?” Mrs. Haskins asked, clearing her throat as she visibly struggled not to smile as she handed what he now realized was a collection of papers that had been stapled together to create a book.
“I see,” Devin murmured, not really sure how he was supposed to respond as he opened the first page and took in the surprisingly neat and well-organized drawings depicting his son’s plans to take over the world.
“He plans to set you up in a mansion on a tropical island,” she said, making his lips pull up into a pleased smile before adding, “because he doesn’t think that you’re going to be able to handle the pressure that comes with running the world,” making him glare.
“He feels that it would be better for everyone concerned if you weren’t involved in things,” she said, sounding really fucking amused as Devin sat there…seething.
“What were the test results?” Devin asked evenly as he tossed the booklet back on her desk, refusing to waste another minute talking about his son’s world domination plans since they were clearly faulty.
Chuckling, she picked up a piece of paper off her desk and handed it to him. “Now, normally we would have a group meeting to discuss these results and we can still do that if you want, but I felt that it was important to meet sooner rather than later so that we can discuss options.”
“We actually have a few. Your son scored very high,” she said, pointing to a number at the top of the page. “That’s his I.Q.”
“One hundred and thirty-two?” he asked, sending her a questioning look.
“I believe it would have actually been higher if Dustin hadn’t become bored with the test and decided to take the opportunity to discuss the limited lunch selections in the cafeteria,” she explained, making his lips twitch. “The test is timed. I’d actually be curious to see how he does in a few years when he’s able to focus better.”
“What does this mean for him?” Devin asked as he sat there, trying to process everything.
He came here expecting a problem, but instead they were discussing his son’s I.Q. and plans for world domination, which they were going to discuss because they both fucking knew that he would make a wonderful asset.
“The concern was his reading, but his teacher has told me that he’s made a great deal of improvement since October so whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. He’s quickly catching up with his class, doing his classwork, and from what his teacher tells me, most days he finishes his work early and likes to read. We’d like to see him socialize with more children his own age, but I don’t think that’s going to happen,” she said with a helpless shrug.
At his questioning look, she said, “They annoy him.”
“Of course, they do,” Devin said, rubbing his hands roughly down his face.
“If he can continue making progress and he is willing to work with us over the summer, we have a few options that we’d like to discuss next year. We’re debating having him skip a grade or have him enroll in our gifted program, possibly both.”
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