by Elisa Leigh
“Hey, Mom. Mooom.”
Bennett is in the middle of showing me some karate moves. He multitasks quite well, considering who has raised him. That girl couldn’t focus on more than one thing if it killed her.
“Yeah, bud?” she peeks her head out of the bathroom she’s busy cleaning.
“Mom, it’s lunch time,” he says in the middle of a move.
Maci comes into the living room, knee-deep in cleaning.
“Okay, watcha want? You can have grilled cheese, PB&J, or a hot dog.”
He stops his moves and stands still, then taps his finger to his chin, just like his mom does, thinking through his choices.
“I think I want…What do you want, Reece?”
He looks at me and waits for my answer. I look to Maci, who just shrugs and gives me a small, shy smile. I smile back and shake my head at my shy girl.
“I’m thinking PB&J. I have to know, my man, what kind of jelly are we talking here?”
He looks at me, like, Duh, there’s only one kind that will do. “Strawberry jam, jelly is yuck!”
I look to Maci, who I thought would be laughing, but is giving is her son a fist pound. “You, my dude, are so right. Jelly is yuck!” she says.
I laugh and go to the kitchen, looking through her pantry and fridge to get what I need to start lunch.
“Watcha doing there, Reece?” she asks.
“Making lunch for the little man.”
Her eyes go all soft like.
“Okay,” she whispers.
“You hungry, baby?”
“Nope, I’m just going to finish cleaning the bathroom. Reece, he uh, he likes milk and apples with his sandwich. Use the apple corer for the apple, also a cup with a lid, so it doesn’t spill. Sit at the table with him, please. Bennett doesn’t like to eat by himself.”
I stare at her a minute, knowing this is a turning point for us. She needs to know that I can take care of Bennett without her help. I walk up to her, grab her chin, and lift it, so her eyes are on mine.
“Maci Kate, I’ve got this. It’s just lunch.” I want to tell her that I’ve got him whenever he needs me, wants me—I’m here. I’m not just here for today, not next week, or next month. I don’t want to scare her off, so I simply add, “Baby, I’m here, and I’m not leaving.” I hope she knows I mean I’m not ever leaving. “So let me take care of you a little.”
Both my hands are on her cheeks, caressing her softly. Her eyes go wide, and I see uncertainty flash through them. It hurts to see it there, but that’s on me, and I’m going to change it.
“Now go finish up what you’re doing and come sit with us. You’ve been running around here for a while now with no break. I want you to sit and have some lunch.”
“Reece, I’ve got a lot to do and I’m not hun—”
“No, baby. You are going to rest and get some food in you.”
My hands travel down her face to her shoulders and squeeze them lightly to get her moving. I turn her around, give her a pat on her beautiful ass, and push her way.
Five
Reece
After lunch, when Bennett and Maci have scarfed down the simple food I made, Maci gets Bennett down for a nap. While she’s doing so, I clean up our mess and make my way to the living room to get started in there, too. While I’m finishing picking up, Maci comes in and leans against the wall, watching me put the last toy away.
“That’s a good look for you,” she says, and laughs.
Putting his box of trains against the wall, I stand and make my way towards her. I grab her hips and press her to me. “Whatever you like, Maci girl.”
Her eyes go soft, and I can’t help feeling ten feet tall, knowing I put that look in her eyes. “Sit down with me. We need to talk about some things.” Grabbing her hand, I pull her with me to the couch and I sit, placing her luscious ass on my lap.
“I don’t think this is a good idea, Reece.”
I have my arms around her, one around her ass and the other on her legs, keeping her pressed to me. Leaning into her, I whisper, “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” My lips ghost over hers.
“I can’t think when you’re touching me,” she rasps.
My hand skates over her knee, up her thigh, and her breathing gets choppy. “Like this?” Massaging back down towards her knee, she mutters, “Yep.”
I kiss her softly and pull away, knowing if I continue I won’t have the strength to do so later. I don’t want her to think I’m trying to get in her pants, not after finally getting an in with her. Pressing my forehead against hers, I rub my nose against the bridge of hers.
“Maci Kate, you have been in my head for the past twenty years. You’re the one I always come back to, the one I need by my side forever. I know I screwed us up before I left for boot camp. I regretted it as soon as I said it, but I was stubborn and thought I was doing the right thing for you. I kept you with me, though.”
I pull out my wallet and take out the picture of her that my mom sent me the last day I spoke to her. I’ve had it with me for years. I would look at it when everything else was dark.
Handing it to her, I watch her reaction, wondering what she thinks about it. Can she tell what she means to me? Fingering the picture, her eyes fill with tears as she takes in the condition of it. I look at it from her perspective. It’s worn with torn edges, scratches across the picture, and a crease where I’ve folded it a million times.
It’s a picture my mom took of us laughing together at that barbecue. We’re sitting close, sides touching, heads close together. She looks happy, and it’s the way I’ve pictured her for the past eight years.
“How did you get this?” she croaks, sounding like she’s about to cry. Putting my hand on her waist, I pull her into my arms. I’m holding her tight, resting my head on the top of hers.
“My mom sent it to me when I was on my first tour in Afghanistan. There were a few pictures in the box, but this one was my favorite.”
“I didn’t know you felt the same. I mean,” clearing her throat, she amends, “that you felt that way.”
She continues to stare at the picture as a tear rolls down her cheek. I take the picture out of her hands and put it on the coffee table in front of us, where she continues to stare it is like it holds the answers to all her questions.
“Feel that way.” I wipe her tear away with the pad of my thumb.
“What?” She says, finally looking up at me.
“I never stopped feeling for you what I always have Maci.” I kiss her temple and her body melts into mine. I kiss down her cheek to her tender lips. The moment she moans, my kiss becomes more demanding and my tongue leads hers in an exotic dance. When she goes to move off my lap, I hold her tighter, not wanting this moment to end.
She has a different motivation though, because she maneuvers her legs around mine, so she’s straddling me. She grabs my face in both of her tiny hands, and slowly lowers her mouth to mine. I give her this control, if only for a second, because that’s what she needs from me. I will always give her what she needs.
When she grinds her pussy over my hard dick, I grab her hips and drive her harder over my rock-hard erection. I hear her moan into my mouth, and she presses her huge tits into my chest. Fuck, she’s making it hard to go slow.
“Oh Reece, you feel so good.”
“I know, baby girl. This feels so right. You’ve got me close to coming. Shit, Maci!”
Her black stretchy pants leave nothing to the imagination. I can feel her wet pussy juice seeping through the material. Continuing to grind over my dick, she moans when I kiss down her neck and suck under her ear.
“Yes Reece, please don’t stop.”
Keeping my eyes on her, I continue, my hand touching all her soft skin. I realize she’s wearing some weird shirt with no bra. Lifting up from her, I reach for the bottom of her long-sleeve shirt and pull it off her. She raises her arms and helps me. I look down and see that a tiny tank top is holding her tits perfectly for me. I pull the strap to the side and kiss dow
n to her shoulder, palming her breasts with my hands. Her nipples are hard nubs, and I use my thumbs to pinch them. I capture her lips with mine and begin to make love to her mouth the way I want to make love to her pussy: deep, rough, and hard. I’m so close to coming in my boxer briefs, something I haven’t done since I was thirteen.
This woman is so fucking hot. My fantasies do not compare to how right she feels on top of me. She’s so soft and responsive to my touch, and its driving me insane.
“Have I mentioned how much I love these pants on your fucking sexy body?” I say gruffly. Guess that was the right thing to say, because she begins grinding over me erratically. “Shit, baby, let me make you feel good.”
I look at her, and she nods quickly, giving me the permission I crave. Picking her up by her thighs, I stand and lay her down on the couch. Before she knows it, her pants and panties are off and flung across the room. I don’t give her a minute to think before I spread her glistening lips and take my first swipe of her juices with my tongue. She moans and shakes below me. God, I love this girl. I continue to lick up and down her slit, drinking down her sweet essence. Fuck, I need to taste this for the rest of my life. I suck her swollen clit in my mouth and give it a little bite. Her orgasm takes over, and she’s shaking below me. When I look up, her hand is covering her mouth as her eyes roll to the back of her head, and I hear her muffled moan.
I lean over her and take her hand with mine and lace our fingers together, placing our hands to the side of her head. I start kissing her sweet mouth, trying to bring her down slowly, but she wants no part of that. She snakes her hand between our bodies and unbuttons my jeans, which are incredibly tight. I try and pull her hand away, knowing that if she touches me, I’m likely to explode.
“No, baby, that was for you.”
“Please Reece, I need to touch you.”
I release her hand and she unzips my jeans. My angel dips her hand into my boxer briefs and pulls out my aching dick, slowly stroking it up and down, up and fucking down. My breaths become shallow, and I can’t go alone. Grabbing the hand working my dick, I pull it up near her other one, and I kiss her pretty mouth again, rough and wet. I’m moving over her now, rubbing my dick through her slippery pussy lips.
“Fuuuuck. Baby girl, you feel so. Fucking. Good. Rub that tight, wet pussy on my dick.”
“Reece, I’m going to come again.”
I thrust my dick through her lips and hit her clit, repeatedly. I feel her start to pulse around me and I know she’s close, like me. I give a final, hard thrust, and that’s it for both of us.
We both explode together, and I come all over her sweet pussy lips. I rub it in with my dick, making sure to get a little inside with my still hard cock, pushing in just enough to get a feel of her walls and my cum inside her, laying claim to her body. Needing to mark her in every way, I drag my fingers through her cum covered pussy, scooping our combined juices, and lift them to her mouth.
Her eyes connect with mine. “Open your mouth, baby.” She does immediately. “Suck.” Her lips close around my fingers, and I feel her clean them completely. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you, angel?”
She moans and nods her head “You like pleasing me, don’t you?”
She nods again and releases my fingers with a pop. “Yes, Reece.”
I get off her and go to the bathroom to get a warm wet rag to clean up her pussy. I come back to my sweet angel, whose eyes are closed, and her chest is moving up and down rhythmically. I clean her up and carefully put her panties and pants back on her, as much as I don’t want to. I know it wouldn’t be good for Bennett to walk in to see his momma like this. I pick her up off the couch and lay us back down with her tucked in under my chin and to my side. Then, I close my eyes and drift off with the woman of my dreams right where she belongs.
Six
Maci Kate
Pound, pound, pound.
I jerk awake to the sound of someone beating down my front door. Heart slamming against my chest, I sit up to search for my clothes, only to realize they’re already on. Aww, he put my clothes back on me. What a sweet guy.
Pound, pound, pound, pound.
“Who the fuck is beating down your door, Maci Kate?” Reece growls under me.
I look down at the man who gave me the best orgasms—yes, plural—of my life, expecting to see a whole bunch of pissed off man. I’m surprised to find him smiling at me. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” Rubbing my back, he leans in and kisses my temple. “Get up so I can check the door,” he says.
“I can get the door, Reece. It’s my house.” I roll off him and fall onto the floor— ungracefully, I might add. Reece is faster and makes it there first, pushing me behind him before I can answer. I peer around Reece as he opens the door, and I’m shocked to see a red-faced David in his LPD uniform. Huh, wonder what’s got him peeved?
David’s eyes zone in on Reece and how close we’re standing to each other. “Who the fuck are you? Why are your hands on my wife?” Reece and I both still at his questions, and my hands go to Reece’s belt, holding him back.
I snap, before Reece can. “David! What the hell is wrong with you?” I take a breath to calm myself before I lose it and wake up Bennett. “This is the second day in a row you’ve shown up at my house without being invited. The only reason for you to be here is for Bennett. You need—”
“I don’t give a shit if it’s my time or not. This asshole is spending time with my whore of a wife and son.” Immediately, I’m filled with shame. I can’t imagine what Reece thinks about me now, knowing I let someone treat me so poorly.
Reece’s arm that was holding me back is now heading towards David’s face. I pull it back—not by strength, but because Reece allows me to. I can’t watch him get arrested for assaulting an officer, even though the douche deserves a few hits. Holding my hand in his, he brings me to his chest.
“Shut the fuck up. Any decent human being wouldn’t talk to anyone the way you’re talking to Maci, let alone the mother of his child. You aren’t that much of a dickhead, are you, David? Watch your fucking words when you’re speaking to Maci and Bennett,” Reece says, in a voice that is controlled but on the edge of danger.
“Yeah, you can go to hell, prick. You and Maci aren’t happening. Stay the fuck away from my family, or I’ll fucking end you. This is my damn town,” David says to Reece, and then turns his accusatory ass to me. “If you keep seeing him, Maci, I’m taking you to court for full custody. Trust me, I’ll win.”
Walking around Reece, I stand in front of him to deal with my crazy ass ex-husband. “That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?”
“Stop thinking, Maci. It’s going to make your head hurt.” David says, holding his thumb and pointer finger about a centimeter apart.
I sigh, not wanting an incident, and change the subject. “I thought you were off today.” He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“I picked up a fucking shift. Jesus Christ, Maci, get this asshole out of my house.” David shouts, shoving a finger in Reece’s direction. “I don’t want to find out that he’s been here again, Maci Kate. Keep your fucking legs closed. You’re acting like a slut. It makes you look like a shitty mother.” My mouth drops open and I can’t form words.
“Leave. Now. I warned you about how to talk to her.”
“You warned me? I warned you. Your place in her life is done. It never even started. Don’t call her. Don’t see her. Don’t talk to my son. I will see you Wednesday night with Bennett, Maci!” With that, David the douche, turns around to walk back to his cruiser. But Reece isn’t finished yet.
“My fucking place in her life was cemented years ago. You were only in it because I screwed up and let you. Maci Kate is my woman—has always been mine, and will, from this point, forever be mine. You speak to her the way you did today we will have words. You might know people, but I can guaran-damn-tee you that I know more, and they will have my back.”
David looks at me with fury and u
nderstanding, and goes to walk towards me, but Reece pushes me behind him. David leans around and asks, “This is him, isn’t it? This is the guy you couldn’t get out of your head? Reece, he’s the reason you left me, isn’t he, Maci?”
I’m struck stupid, because, on some level, he is the reason I left David. Just, not for the reasons he thinks. His eyes go wide with my silence, taking that as my admission of sin. “I knew it. I fucking knew there was someone else.”
He turns and around and walks back to his cruiser, gets in, and slams the door. He backs out of my drive quickly and is gone in seconds. Reece turns around and looks at me with questions in his eyes. “Reece, I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything, baby,” he says, sounding as mentally exhausted as I feel from the encounter.
“I—” Swallowing, I go for honesty. “When we were getting to know each other, me and David, we talked about our previous relationships. I didn’t have any. You broke my heart when you left, though. I told him about it.”
“Maci, you don’t have to do this. I get it.”
Shaking my head, I sit on the bottom step of my porch. Elbows on my knees, head in my hands, I mumble, “I didn’t talk about you that much. At least, I don’t think I did. I told him that you and I shared a lot of good memories. You’ve always been a part of my life. Shit, did I push him away because of how I felt about you? Is it my fault that he cheated on me because I made him feel like he didn’t matter?”
Sitting behind me with his legs on either side of me, he pulls me into his chest. “Baby, stop that right now. I don’t know what your marriage to him was like, but I know you. I’m sure you put a hundred percent of yourself into that relationship. You didn’t push him away; he just used what you said to make you feel bad.”
