by Cathryn Fox
“Fuck, Rach,” he whispers from between my legs, and stays there lapping at my juices. I moan, writhe on the bed, and race my hands through his hair. When my spasms stop, he climbs up my body and slides his cock back into me.
“God, yes,” I say a little too loudly. He presses his mouth to mine to stifle my sounds and I taste myself on his tongue. We kiss, moan, tangle tongues as we fuck. I’m so wet he easily slides in and out, and I lift my hips to welcome each hard thrust. His breathing changes, and he buries his face in my neck.
“Fill me with your cum,” I whisper, and he groans as his cock swells inside me, spreading me even more.
I run my hands over his back, revel in his hard muscles as they clench and tighten with each pump. He powers into me, and stills. My eyes roll back as he climaxes. I feel it all, everything from his hot seed filling me to his breath on my neck. Every part of my body is alive, aware of this man’s touch, this man’s…everything.
He collapses on top of me, and as exhaustion takes over, I close my eyes. I’ll just sleep for five seconds, then I’ll get dressed and get out of here before morning. The last thing I want is to wake up in his bed, or for his daughter to see me and get the wrong idea.
10
Jaxon
Morning light filters in through the crack in my curtains and wakes me. I stretch, and can’t help but smile when I find a sleeping Rachel beside me, breathing softly. I glance at the clock. I still have half an hour before I have to wake my daughter and get her ready for school. Which means, I can wake Rachel first, and do dirty things to her before I take her to school.
I climb over her, and she stirs when I spread her legs and settle the crown of my cock at her sweet opening.
“Jaxon,” she murmurs, and her eyes open wide when I slide in an inch. “Oh.”
“You awake?” I ask.
“I am now,” she says and her head goes from left to right, like she’s trying to orient herself. “What time is it?”
“Seven.”
Alarm crosses her face. “What about—”
“We have thirty minutes. Enough time for me to fuck you before you have to go.”
She opens her mouth like she’s about to protest, but when I give her another inch, the words die on her tongue. Her eyes roll and I slide in even more. I power forward to fill her, and seat myself high inside.
“You were saying something,” I tease as she clenches around my cock. Dammit, why is sex with her so fucking good?
“I was?”
I chuckle, and close my mouth over hers for a good morning kiss. Her hips move, and I move right along with her. Christ, I could wake up to this every morning. Rachel is quickly becoming an addiction. She slides her hands around me and holds on as I take her.
“If I had my way, I’d tie you to my bedpost and keep you here with me for the day.” She stiffens a little, and rage zings through me. I’d love to get my hands on the bastard that hurt her. “Rach—” I begin, ready to remind her that I’d never hurt her or do anything she didn’t want but, she presses her finger to my lips to silence me.
“There were a lot of things in that video that we didn’t do.”
I stop fucking her, and my head goes back. “What are you getting at?”
She draws her bottom lip into her mouth, and I swear to fuck, she never looked sexier. “Maybe I want you to flip me over and fuck me the same way.”
Her words shock me. “Jesus, fuck. Rachel. I can’t believe…”
“What did you think I meant?” she teases, throwing my words back at me.
“Not that,” I say and she laughs. I push her hair from her face, and search her eyes. “Is that something you’d like to try?” I understand it would take a lot of trust on her part to let me do those things to her, and I don’t take that lightly.
“I have you for two weeks,” she says. “Maybe I’d like to let go once in my life, and…try new things.”
I’m not sure what’s come over her, but I damn well like it. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she assures me.
My heart thunders, because there are so many things I want to do with this sweet girl, so many ways I want to claim her.
“And maybe I can do that to you, too,” she says.
“What?” I ask, my lust-drunk brain trying to process. “Do what to me?”
“Fuck you like that,” she says, her face serious.
I inch back, my cock throbbing inside her. “Wait, what? You want to fuck me in the ass?”
She cocks her head. “What did you think I meant?”
“Not that,” I say quickly.
She laughs, her soft chuckle curling around me as I relax back into her. “I’m not serious, Jaxon.”
“Thank God.”
“But if I was, you’d let me?”
“Only you, Rachel, only you.”
Her laugh turns to a moan as I begin to fuck her again. All thoughts leave my brain as my blood rushes south. I slam home, rub my pelvis against her swollen clit, and soon she’s coming all over my cock. As her release scorches me, I pound into her, then settle high inside so I can fill her with my cum. It fucks with my mind to know she’ll have my cum inside her when she goes to school today, keeping a part of me with her. I like that. Probably a little too fucking much.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you were going to make me come every day?” she says, her voice a soft, contented purr.
“You think I’d kid about something like that?” She laughs, and I roll off her. She curls into me and I give her a soft tap on the ass. “We’d bet get a move on. I have to wake Cassie.”
She nods, and with slow, relaxed movements that showcase a well-fucked woman, she climbs from the bed. I take in her beautiful body as she searches for her clothes.
She glances at me over her shoulder. “Are you just going to lay there and stare at me?”
“Thinking about it.”
“Move,” she says, and points a finger at me.
“I’m driving you to school.”
“You don’t have to. I can walk.”
“And I can drive you.” She turns, plants one hand on her hip and glares at me. “You’re kind of sexy when you’re trying to be tough.” She stares at me like she doesn’t know whether to laugh or smack me. “Makes me want to fuck you all over again.” I kick my sheets off, and stalk across the room, my footsteps loud on the floor. I tug her to me, and plant my mouth on hers. She tastes so fucking good, I’m not sure we’ll ever get out of this room, but the jiggling of my door knob stops me.
“Daddy?”
“Oh shit,” I mutter. Rachel backs up, and I scan the floor for my clothes. I grab my pants, and Rachel tosses me my T-shirt. I hurry into them.
“I don’t want her to get the wrong idea, Jaxon,” Rachel says quietly, her lashes blinking rapidly.
I scrub my face, and think about this turn of events. Fuck, I need to be more careful where Cassie is concerned. She’s my one priority in life, and I don’t want to fuck her up. She’s been through enough already. “I know.”
Rachel hurries to the bed, and starts to make it, and that’s when I clue in to what she’s doing. She’s as smart as she is beautiful. I open the door to find a sleepy Cassie rubbing her eyes. “Why are you up?” I ask her.
“I heard noises.” Her eyes open wide when she looks across the room. “Rachel!” she says, and my heart misses a beat. Apparently, I’m not the only one who likes our neighbor.
“Good morning, Cassie.” she says as she tucks the blankets in.
“Why are you here?”
“I’m here to help around the house, remember?”
Her nose crinkles as she thinks about that. “Will you help me with my bed?”
I open my mouth to tell her she can make her own bed, but Rachel reaches for her hand and says, “Sure.”
“I’ll start breakfast,” I say as my daughter drags our neighbor across the hall. I make a quick trip to the bathroom, then head to the kitchen. First thing I need is coffee. I’m sure Rachel does too.
After I get the coffee going, I grab some eggs and start on an omelet. I’m almost done before I hear my girls coming down the hallway.
My girls.
Shit.
“Hey what took you so long?” I ask, but when I turn to see Cassie’s dressed, with a freshly scrubbed face, and braids, I realize how helpful Rachel is with my daughter.
“Look, Daddy,” Cassie says and does a twirl. “Rachel does a perfect twisted pony.”
“I see,” I say as she hops into her chair. I pour her orange juice as Rachel grabs two mugs and gets our coffee ready like she’s done this a million times before. Our hands brush as I take the mug from her, and I swear to fuck the electricity that just arced between us was enough to set my house on fire.
“Daddy, I don’t want to go to school today.”
My head rears back, concern tightening my gut. “But you love school.”
She frowns, and narrows her eyes. “When I’m on the swings, Jacob keeps pulling my hair.”
“Have you told your playground monitor?”
“She says boys do that when they like girls. That’s stupid, Daddy.”
A sound catches in Rachel’s throat and all eyes turn to her. She’s shaking her head as she pulls a chair out from the table and sinks into it. “Cassie, honey, no one should ever touch you when you don’t want to be touched.”
“I told him to stop and he wouldn’t.” She forks a big piece of omelet into her mouth.
Rachel nods. “I understand. I’m glad you told him to stop. Using your words is good.”
“But he won’t stop, and everyone laughs.”
“If it happens again, can you go to your teacher?” Rachel asks gently.
A smile lights up Cassie’s face. “I like Miss Tammy.”
Rachel pats my daughter’s hand. “Good, I bet she’ll put a stop to it.”
Rachel stands to refill her coffee, and she has a stricken look on her face. Cassie grabs her kids iPad and turns it on, and we move out of earshot.
I take her mug and pour her another cup, and our eyes meet.
“It’s not cute and it’s not sweet for any boy to be rough with her,” Rachel begins. “I can’t believe her playground monitor said that. It’s not an acceptable sign of affection, Jaxon.”
I shake my head. “Playground bullies. I’ve had my share.”
She frowns and puts her hand on my cheek. “What did you do?”
“I learned to fight, real fast. Good thing too. I never would have survived juvie if I hadn’t learned how to defend myself early in life.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
I shrug. “It’s the past. I’m worried about Cassie. It’s different for girls.”
“Very,” she says. “Condoning or justifying behavior at this age, teaching girls it’s okay to be mistreated leads to women staying in abusive relations.” She swallows hard and turns from me, but I stop her and drag her back.
“Rach,” I say, and put a hand on her shoulder, only to find her trembling. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m…it’s harmful to teach little girls that it’s okay to be mistreated.”
“You’re right.”
“My mom taught me that at a very young age. Maybe because she was in her own bad relationship and couldn’t get out. She didn’t want to see that happen to me.” She lets out a humorless laugh. “In the end I didn’t fall far…”
Her words die on her lips, and as Cassie munches away on her breakfast, I pull Rachel to me. “You got out, Rach. You’re safe now. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
She nods, but there is worry, skepticism in her eyes when she pulls away.
“You and your mom were close?” I ask, wanting to know so much more about this beautiful woman.
She nods, plasters on a smile, and says, “I’d better get ready. I don’t want to make Cassie late for school.”
She hands me her cup. “You’re not staying for breakfast?”
“I’ll grab a muffin.”
I nod. “Do you work tonight?”
“No, night off, thank God.”
“Have dinner with us.”
“Daddy, are we having spaghetti,” Cassie calls out and I freeze. Jesus, I hope she hadn’t overheard anything we were saying.
“Probably,” I say.
“How about I make that salmon you picked up at the market.” Before I can answer, Rachel turns to Cassie and calls out, “Do you like salmon, Cassie?”
“No, but Daddy makes me eat it.”
Rachel laughs. “I bet you’ll like it the way I make it.”
“Probably not,” Cassie says and we both laugh. I give Rachel a tap on the ass to get her moving. “You’ve got forty-five minutes, and don’t think about walking. If you do, you’ll be sorry.”
“Oh, really?” she asks, a bit of intrigue in her eyes.
“Yeah, I’ll stop the car, put you over my shoulder and toss you into the back seat.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“You want to try me?”
“Ah, no.”
“Good, now go.”
I walk her to the door, and when I’m certain Cassie isn’t looking, I give her a quick kiss.
“I probably shouldn’t stay over anymore. That was risky this morning.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“You’re going to have to stop making me too weak to move.”
I grin at her. “I’ll do my best.”
“I know, you always do your best and that’s why I can’t move my legs.”
She gives me that weird little finger waves that rocks my cock and bolts down the stairs. I watch her sweet ass in those tight yoga pants until she’s out of sight, then head back to the kitchen to get Cassie’s lunch packs. Since Rachel got her dressed and her hair done, the morning is going to go that much smoother.
I toss Cassie’s plate in the sink, gulp back my breakfast, and prepare her lunch. Since we have a few minutes to spare, I let her go play on the swings in the back yard while I tinker with Rachel’s car and wait for her to appear.
I totally forgot to tell her that I found a radiator core for a good price from my buddy’s junk yard. If it gets here quick enough, I should be able to have her car ready sooner rather than later. That though hits like a punch to the gut. Once I’m done, she’ll no longer be in my house, my bed. Dammit, maybe I should draw this vehicle repair out a little longer. At least until Thanksgiving. I mean, she said she was a great cook, and Cassie and I sure could use a decent meal on Thanksgiving.
Shit, how is that for illogical thinking at its worst?
Just then my phone vibrates and I pull it from my pocket. Since I fully expect it to be Rachel texting me, a little jolt of excitement pulses through my veins. Except when I see who’s calling, my heart crashes against my ribcage.
“Everything okay?”
Rachel’s voice pulls my focus and I slide the phone back into my pocket. “Yeah, fine.”
She angles her head, her eye moving over me. “Are you sure? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Cassie comes running toward us, and that saves me from having to answer. “All set, kiddo,” I say, and open the back door for her. “I’ll be right back. I just have to grab her backpack and lunch.”
I hurry through the house, unease racing through me as I pull my phone from my back pocket and look at Sarah’s message. Hey jay.
Jay, that was her nickname for me. She used to use it when she was being playful, or wanted something from me.
After all this time, why was she reaching out now and what the fuck does she want from me? I stare at the phone for a moment and debate on asking that question, but I have Cassie and Rachel to take care of and don’t have time for this right now. I grab Cassie’s backpack and lunch and rush back outside.
“All set?” I ask as I tug on my belt.
“You sure you’re okay?” Rachel asks, and I avoid her questioning eyes as I back from the driveway.
“Listen, I meant to tell yo
u, I found a radiator core for a good price.”
“Really, that’s great. What about the rod thingy you were talking about?”
I grin at her. “Look at you, talking shop with me.” I wink and say. “Tie rod end and I’m looking into that now.”
“Do you think you’ll be able to get a deal?”
“Probably.”
“Then the car will be done soon?” I glance at her and can’t tell whether that’s happiness or disappointment on her face. Sure, she wants her car back, but is she ready for this thing to be over between us. I probably shouldn’t be so concerned about that.
“Yeah, but I’ll have to do a wheel alignment after I repair it.”
“So I’m guessing at least another week.”
Not really.
“Yeah, something like that.” I reach Cassie’s school and pull up to the curve. She unbuckles as I slide from my seat. Before she can take off, I bend and say, “Now you remember what to do if Jacob pulls your hair, right?”
“I remember, Daddy.”
“Okay, good girl.” I give her a kiss on the forehead and says, “Now go have a good day.”
She skips off, and I give the playground monitor a wave as she ushers Cassie into the schoolyard.
“You’re a good dad,” Rachel says when I buckle back in.
“I’d do anything in the world for her.”
“I know.” I give her a quick glance. “That was a good cover this morning.”
“We need to be careful that never happens again.”
I frown. The last thing I need is for Cassie to attach herself to Rachel, or look at her as a mother figure. As I think of her biological mother, my mind races back to Sarah’s text and I swallow against a tightening throat. I want her to be a part of Cassie’s life, but only if she’s clean, and has no plans to run off again. No fucking way will I let her hurt our daughter.
“Agreed,” I say. “It can never happen again.” Without thinking my hands slides across the seat and captures hers. I run my thumb over her cold hands. “I miss the heat wave already.”
“So do my roommates,” she says and I can tell by her grin that she’s lightening my mood.
I shake my head. “You need to get out of that house.”
