“Supper,” I say.
“Okay.”
I stand and wait while Piper extracts herself from the stuff piled around her on the couch, the hot water bottle, remote control, book, her iPad, and whatever else she’s been amusing herself with.
If she comes to the kitchen now, Avery has to keep her distance.
And I won’t end up with Avery bent over the counter. I keep telling her, not with Piper around. I thought I made that clear.
When we return to the kitchen, Avery has already dished out the goulash and put the dishes on the table, along with the rice and sour cream.
Avery and I sit across from each other, and I fix my eyes on my food. She and Piper chat easily, again. How do they have so much to talk about?
“What about you, Knox?” Avery says.
“Huh?”
“What do you want to watch tonight?” Avery asks.
“I don’t care. Whatever you two want.” It’s not like they watch it anyway, they talk the whole time.
“Piper wants to watch another Law & Order, but I think we should have a change. Do you agree?” Avery asks.
“I would love to watch something other than Law & Order.”
“Good. Because so would I,” Avery turns to Piper. “Sorry, you’re outnumbered. No Law & Order tonight.”
“Then what are we going to watch?” Piper whines.
“How about something funny instead of crime?”
“What one?” Piper asks, her nose wrinkled in annoyance. She doesn’t like sitcoms, says there’s no point to them. I keep telling her the point is to relax and laugh.
“You might not have heard of it. We can watch it now on Hulu,” Avery says, shifting her eyes to me.
“What is it?” I ask. This’ll be worse than Law & Order.
“Community. Have you seen it?”
“Of course we have, it’s Dad’s favorite show. Isn’t it Dad?”
“All right, now you’re talking,” I say with enthusiasm, surprised by this bacon-eating, good-show-watching sex goddess sitting at my table. Except I can’t even fucking touch her, even though she’s gagging for me.
The two of them talk about their favorite episodes while we finish eating. I even join in, telling them my favorites and quoting lines. It’s nice actually, the three of us sitting here laughing like this.
When we’re finished eating, Piper says, “I’ll go set it up and put it on the Civil War episode.”
“Good idea,” I say, and she gets up and skips out of the kitchen.
“I’ll help you do the dishes,” Avery says, standing.
“Don’t worry, I’ll do it,” I say, wanting her out of the room.
“I insist. The goulash was really delicious, I’m impressed you made it yourself.”
“Why? You don’t think a man can cook?”
“That’s not what I meant.” She looks at me, her lips pursed and I know what she’s thinking. It’s not men, it’s me.
“I have a lot of talents you haven’t seen yet,” I say, putting the dishes in the dishwasher as she passes them to me.
“Yeah, so you keep saying. But right now, it’s all talk. When are you going to start showing me them?”
I swallow hard, she must be taunting me. Toying with me because she knows I won’t do a damn thing with Piper in the house. I’d have to resist her, even if she stripped naked right this second.
Fuck, there’s no way I could resist that.
We tidy the rest of the kitchen in silence, moving quickly without bumping into each other.
When we’re finished, I follow Avery into the living room, not even trying to pull my eyes off her ass. Piper is sitting in the armchair, the remote control in her hand.
“Hey, get out of my chair,” I say.
“But, Dad, I’ve been sitting on the couch all day, I need a change.”
“Then sit on the floor.”
I stand beside the chair, ready to haul her out of it if she doesn’t move. There’s no way in fucking hell I’m sitting on the couch with Avery. A man only has so much self control.
Piper gets the message and moves to the couch. I plunk down on the chair, my eyes on Avery as she gets herself comfortable beside Piper.
We watch six entire episodes of Community, six episodes of me trying not be distracted by her, before Avery takes the remote and switches to the news channel.
“I haven’t seen the news all day,” she says.
“It’s boring. Let’s watch something else,” Piper complains.
“No way, you’ve controlled the TV all day, it’s my turn now,” Avery says.
“You don’t even live here.”
“I’m the guest, and that’s even more reason to let me choose.” Piper’s not going to like that, I always let her choose.
For a few minutes, we watch the newswoman talking about the economy, complete with charts and graphs.
Piper’s eyes glaze over, and she says, “I’m tired anyway, I’m going to bed.”
“Good night, sweetheart,” I say.
“Night, Piper, I hope you feel brave enough to go to school in the morning,” Avery says. Amen to that.
“See you in the morning,” Piper says as she runs up the stairs.
We watch the news, mindlessly. At eleven, Avery lifts the remote and says, “What do you want to watch now?” Her voice is husky and dripping with want.
“Why are you still here? We said no relationship.”
“This isn’t anything to do with a relationship. Trust me. I was here for Piper, and now we’re just hanging out.”
I lean over and whisper, “Bullshit. You’re trying to tempt me. With Piper right in the house.”
Her eyebrows shoot up and her eyes widen, “I’m trying to tempt you? You’re the one who’s been trying to tempt me all night. Don’t think I don’t notice you staring at me, undressing me with your eyes. I’m amazed my top didn’t melt under the heat coming from your eyes.”
As silently as I can, I move from the chair to the couch, sitting myself beside her. Too close to her, but I can’t help myself.
I lower my voice and say, “I don’t deny I’ve been thinking about your lips wrapped around my cock.”
A light moan comes out of her throat, and she says, “I’ve been thinking about your lips somewhere, too.”
“Shame you’re a screamer, or I’d explore you with my mouth right here, right now.”
“What about Piper?” she asks, her voice a gasp.
I feel like a teenager with a date downstairs that I don’t want my parents to know I sneaked into the house.
“She’s a heavy sleeper,” I say, and cup her cheek with my rough hand.
It goes against everything I’ve ever promised myself about Piper, but fuck me, Avery is too much to resist.
Avery
My cheek tingles under Knox’s touch, creating a blossom of heat between my legs. My breath is quick, and I’m not sure where this is going.
I mean, we can’t, Piper’s upstairs.
That was his rule. Now he’s the one breaking it.
Still holding my cheek, Knox crushes his lips against mine with no apologies. Our tongues explore each other, fueling my body with the need for more.
Feeling bold, I put my hand on his strong arms for the first time. My God, their hardness nearly dissolves my panties.
His arms are on my back, his hands run over me electrifying my skin. My hands move from his arms, across his broad back and around to his front. While our mouths are locked, I slip them under the bottom edge of his shirt and run them up his stomach.
This is insane. This man is too good to be true. I thought bodies like this only existed in the movies. I want to rip off our shirts and feel my skin against his. I want to crawl into bed with him for an entire week. There are so many things I want to do with him.
Knox kisses across my cheek, and says, “This is wrong. We have to stop.”
I trail my hand down the ripples of his stomach, and rest it lightly against his cock.
He’s still in his track pants from this morning, and it strains against the fabric, as hard as the rest of his body.
He makes no attempt to move my hand, and I inch towards the waistband. Slipping my hand underneath, he groans as my hand starts to explore his full, thick length.
He throws his head back and say, “We have to stop. This was wrong, having you here tonight.”
“I thought you said she was a heavy sleeper.”
Knox clamps his hand on my wrist and pulls my hand out from his pants. “It’s too risky.”
“You’re right,” I say, trying to push away from him. But he doesn’t let go.
“Do you have any idea how bad I want your lips on my cock? Especially while you’re wearing that blouse.”
“That would lead places. Loud places,” I say, my hand pressed against his chest.
“It doesn’t have to lead anywhere. It’s an end to itself.”
“It does, I can’t stop there. Why don’t we go to my house? She’s fine here. Or your garage.” I hope I don’t sound as pathetic as I feel, begging him like this.
Knox shakes his head. “Not tonight. Unless, of course, you want to suck my dick. Because I would be powerless to say no to that.”
“We’re in this for itch scratching, remember? I have a big itch, and that wouldn’t scratch it,” I say, needing more.
“Your lips and that blouse, it’s all I could think about at dinner,” Knox says, relaxing his hold on me.
“This is crazy. Yesterday morning you didn’t even want to know me. And now this.”
“I absolutely wanted you yesterday. You’ve been hiding in your house all week, remember?”
“Trust me, I have a lot of regret over that.”
“So do I. I should’ve knocked on your door that day you were at your window, begging me to come help you out.”
I’m past caring about the embarrassment, and wish he’d come like he said. I wish we’d started this the first day I’d moved in. Why wasn’t he more welcoming in the first place?
“You’re really sending me home to my power tools?”
“Yes. You should’ve gone hours ago. What were you doing hanging around here for?”
“I was waiting for this.”
Knox crushes his lips against mine, lighting me on fire all over again. I don’t want this to end.
A moan flies from my throat, and he pulls away.
“We’re going to wake Piper up. Go. I’ll come see you in the morning.”
Before I can protest, Knox stands and walks into the kitchen, leaving me alone in the living room. He’s right. I know he’s right, but I really, really don’t want to leave.
I sit for a minute, letting my body calm. It’s apparent Knox isn’t coming back, and I grab my keys and go home.
Even though things didn’t go very far, when I get in bed every second of his touch plays on an endless repeat in my mind. For some reason, I don’t have any desire to get my Xtreme Buzz or even to touch myself. Nothing other than him would be satisfying.
In the morning, I get right to work and check my videos for feedback and for numbers of views, making notes on which ones are most popular. The goal is to do more of them, to give the people what they want, so they watch and my mortgage gets paid.
I get a text from Darla, telling me she’ll be here by lunchtime. I’ve neglected her visit, and now rush around trying to prepare the futon in my third bedroom, the guest room, for her.
The dusty rose wallpaper is going to kill her, since she’s so trendy. I wouldn’t put it past her to rip it off and slap on a coat of paint this weekend.
Around nine, my doorbell rings. I open the door. Knox is standing there, clean shaven and wearing jeans. His eyes are narrowed.
“Is Piper at school?” I ask.
“No, she’s watching Law & Order and eating Cheerios. I’m here to give you what you wouldn’t give me, because we don’t have much time.”
As he speaks, he backs me up into my living room, straight onto my couch.
Before I fully understand what’s happening, I’m lying on my back, and he’s yanking my pants off.
Knox doesn’t kiss me. Nor does he say anything else. He plants his mouth firmly on my mound without warning, and I flood with all the want and desire I’d had on his couch last night.
His tongue roves through my now slick folds, and my pulse races. He pushes my thighs further apart, and I melt into the couch.
The tip of his tongue connects with my clit, forcing a moan from my mouth. He circles his tongue around my clit and I grab his head on reflex while heat explodes in my pussy.
Knox’s fingers push through my folds and through my wet entrance. He’s rough, and makes no effort to be gentle as he works them against my most tender spot. At the same time, he pushes and sucks and brutalizes my clit with his mouth.
I forget to breathe.
I forget where I am.
I forget my name.
My body tightens and tenses. Knox grunts, the noise enough to tip me over the edge and I scream. An enormous orgasm rips through me, and my body dissolves into a quivering mess.
“I fucking knew it,” Knox says, his breath hot on my mound.
“Knew what?” It takes all my effort to push the words out of my mouth.
“I could make you scream in under three minutes.”
Three minutes? Was that all that was? It seemed like at least twenty.
“I have to get back.” Knox stands, locks his eyes on mine while he licks his fingers, and leaves.
I can’t move. My body is a ball of jelly. I lie motionless, naked from the waist down. Was that really three minutes? It takes at least fifteen before I can stand and put my pants back on.
Two cups of coffee later, I’m in my fake bedroom and ready to work. It feels so good to be energized about my vlog again. I am no longer a nun dishing out sex advice. I dress, do my hair and make-up and hit record.
“Usually I tell you guys about the importance of foreplay, and how a woman needs it. But sometimes there’s nothing wrong with taking your woman hard and fast. And it can be just as satisfying for her as all the foreplay in the world. But, and this is a big but, you have to do it right. You have to know what you’re doing.”
I continue talking, but all I’m thinking about is how Knox wasn’t lying when he said he knows what he’s doing. As satisfied as I am right now, I want more.
Knox
I’m sitting in my bedroom, my hard cock in my hand. I needed this while Avery’s taste is still in my mouth, while her scent still fills my nostrils.
While the sound of her radio voice moaning and screaming because of me is still fresh in my ears.
This wasn’t part of the plan. Our arrangement was supposed to mean an end to me stroking myself while thinking about her. My cock should be buried in her right now.
I didn’t want to abandon Piper for a booty call next door. Somehow that doesn’t seem like good parenting. But I couldn’t help myself this morning. I gave myself five minutes to run next door, because I used up all my self control last night.
It won’t happen again.
But with Piper home today, and tomorrow and Sunday to get through, I don’t know how I’m going to make it until Monday. There’s something about that woman I can’t resist.
This has moved beyond wanting to hear her voice calling out for me. Even beyond the need to see those full lips on me.
Maybe it’s the way she reached in my pants and grabbed my cock last night. She’s bold as fuck, and I wonder what else she’d surprise me with.
I close my eyes and remember the feeling of her delicate hand on my shaft, stroking me. My back muscles shudder and relax as I spill my load in my hand.
After I clean myself up, I head back downstairs. With Piper being home yesterday, I didn’t get as much work done as I need to. It looks like it’ll be the same again today.
My business partner Marcus is already hassling me with text messages. He wants to get started on the body work for the
Corvette, there’s damage in the back and another gouge in the passenger door.
I poke my head in the living room, and ask, “Everything okay in here?”
“Can you refill my hot water bottle?” Piper asks.
“Sure,” I say and walk into the room and take it from her.
After refilling it with hot water in the kitchen, I take it to Piper.
“Thanks, Dad,” she says as I hand it to her.
“No problem. Anything else?”
“Is Avery coming today?”
A smile springs onto my face, and I think to myself, ‘she already has.’ Out loud, I say “I don’t know.”
“I hope she does. It’s so awesome having her here, don’t you think? It was so much fun having dinner with her. Can she have dinner here more often?”
“We’ll see,” I say, knowing it’s a bad idea.
If Avery is going to keep having this effect on me, it’s best she doesn’t spend much time here. She’s too tempting, and I have to keep my daughter and my new fuck toy separate.
“She’s so awesome, and she’s always telling me how much she likes you. Did you know that? She thinks you’re really cool and loves hanging around with you.”
“I’ve got to get some work done, I’ll be in the garage if you need me.”
On autopilot, I walk through the house and into the garage. Did Avery really tell her those things? Not fucking likely. Avery made it clear she’s not my biggest fan. Though Piper’s right. Avery was great with her yesterday. And it was nice having her around in the evening, if only because she made Piper watch something other than Law & Order. Plus I got to listen to her laugh.
Having Avery here was easy, almost too easy. She’s lucky she tastes so fucking good, or I’d end this arrangement right now.
I work fast, to get this Corvette ready for Marcus. Every once in awhile, I stop to savor Avery’s taste. Occasionally there’s movement in her bedroom window, and I let my mind run with the idea of barging into her bedroom the way I barged into her living room.
My stomach rumbles, it’s getting near lunch. But there’s only one thing I want to eat.
“Wow, you must be Knox,” a woman says.
I stop what I’m doing and look up. A scrawny redhead with the biggest, curliest hair I’ve ever seen is standing two feet away, her hands on her hips, her eyes unashamed as they rake over me.
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