by LK Collins
As we pull up to her house, I put the car in park and tell Jack, “Before we go in, I gotta show you something.”
He unbuckles his seat belt and walks with me to the back of my SUV. I open the hatch, and when he sees the huge oversized beanbag chair, he jumps up and down. “Is that for me, Dad?”
“Yours is at home, but this one is for Braxley. You think he’ll like it?”
“Yes! Is mine the same color?”
“Yup, both are gray, buddy.”
I grab the monstrous beanbag out the back of my car, and Jack runs inside the house. He’s so comfortable here; he doesn’t even bother to knock anymore.
“Knock, knock,” I say, following him inside. But I don’t see or hear Faye.
“Isn’t it cool?” Jack says with Braxley next to him, and I set the beanbag down. The boys jump on it together and sit there for about a half a second before running off. “Where’s your mom?” I yell after them, and Braxley responds, “Painting.”
I walk up the stairs to the studio, and I can see Faye in front of a canvas as soon as I reach the top. Quietly, I stand in the doorway and just watch her. She’s painting something new, and right away, I know why she didn’t text me back. She’s in her flow; her arm is moving continuously as she brings another amazing painting to life.
“Is it the beach?” I ask her, and she jumps, her paintbrush flying in the air.
“Shit, Thane, you scared me.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell her with a grin on my face, as I pull my usual chair up next to her and hand her the paintbrush. She shyly smiles at me, and I wonder if it’s because of what we did on the phone last night.
I don’t want her to be shy around me, so I try and lighten the mood. “Hey, has anyone ever asked you to send them nudes?” My tone is sarcastic, and she smirks slapping my shoulder.
“What? It’s a legitimate thing, that’s what all the cool kids are doing these days.”
“I don’t even want to know how you know that.”
“So has anyone?” I ask her again.
“Just this one guy?”
“Did you do it?”
She nods and rests her head on my shoulder, no longer shy, and I run my hands through her hair before cupping her face, loving that we’ve broken through the barrier that was holding us back for so long.
“You been painting all day?”
She places the brush in the cup of water and lets out a deep sigh.
“Uh huh.” Something is bothering her. I want to turn her towards me and force her to let me in, to tell me what’s the matter, but I’m also scared. I respect her and don’t want to push too hard, too soon…so I wait.
“I took Braxley to the cemetery today,” she finally says, and my stomach churns. I couldn’t imagine doing that. I can’t imagine what she’s gone through, or what it was like for Braxley. He’s so young and trying to process it all has to be a lot.
“Oh, God, Faye, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. I needed to do it and surprisingly…he’s stronger than I thought. Hell, he’s stronger than I am. But…it was still so hard to do. When we got home, I knew I had to stay busy, or my mind would spiral, so here I sit.”
“Can I ask why you decided to take him now?” From our past conversations, I know he hasn’t been since the funeral, and she was okay not taking him until he was older.
“He woke up missing Ben and asking questions. I felt in my heart it was the right thing to do.”
“Fuck, Faye, you are so amazing, you know that, right?”
She shakes her head, and I pull her tightly against my chest. She nuzzles up to me, and I don’t push her. Instead I just let her be. Enjoying her in my arms.
From the hallway, we both hear some commotion. She looks at me wide-eyed, and I stare back at her wondering what in the world the boys are doing. Then our parental instincts kick in when we hear a thud, and she darts out into the hallway. Looking down the stairs, the beanbag is on top of Braxley. He’s laughing as he’s lying on his back and Jack is barely holding on to the top.
“Oh my God! What happened and where did you get that thing?” Faye asks them, and I slip around her, taking the beanbag from Jack’s hand.
“Thane brought it for me. Isn’t it cool?” he asks her as he stands to his feet. She looks up at me with a disapproving glare, and I walk off, carrying the chair into his room.
“It’s huge!” she exclaims as they all follow me, and I give her a half-crooked smile. It does kinda swallow his room whole, but oh well. “I know it’s big, trust me, I know,” I say, and she catches right on to my innuendo, shaking her head, her face flushed. The boys are both sitting in it as they start to play their video game again, not paying attention to me, and I tip my head directing her out. Clearly, Braxley isn’t hurt from the fall; he was laughing after all.
“Where did you get that thing?” she asks me as we head downstairs.
“I have a client who I fly privately for, and he just bought into a beanbag company.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yup, and he asked if I wanted one. So I got two, one for Braxley and one for Jack.”
“That’s so sweet of you, Thane.”
“Even though it’s so huge?” I ask her as she leans back on the kitchen counter and nods her head. I can’t help letting my mind wander as I watch her chest heaving up and down. Her lips are plump, and my cock throbs watching her.
Jesus, I want her.
Stepping up to her, she looks me in the eye, so trusting, and I hold on to the countertop next to her hands. She breathes her sweet breath all over mine, and I grab the back of her head, keeping every single thing that I do so slow, painfully slow, but I want to give her the time to tell me to stop if I’m pushing too fast.
My heart slams inside me—since the moment I met her I’ve wanted her. Then as tenderly as possible, I kiss her. I fear rejection in this moment, but she doesn’t stop me. She threads her fingers into the back of my hair. I groan and press my body fully against hers, letting her feel me, letting her know what control she has over me.
As her tongue teases mine, our hands explore one another and then suddenly, she pulls away, breathless, but I can’t stop, and I move to her neck. She whimpers while I kiss and nip on her hot skin.
“Stop,” she tells me, and I freeze, knowing deep down it was too good to be true. It’s not that I expected to fuck her right here, right now, but I’d hoped she wouldn’t suddenly ask me to stop.
“What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing! Please don’t think that. I just didn’t want us to go too far with the boys right upstairs.”
“Are you sure?” I ask her.
“Yes.” I look deep into her eyes, reading her, wanting to make sure that she’s being honest. “I promise,” she finally tells me, clearly sensing my worry.
Leaning into her, I peck her lips, again and again, needing the reassurance, and she kisses me back. Once I stop with my forehead resting against hers, I tell her, “I could kiss you all night long, Faye.”
And I could, but I hope she’ll give me more because if she will, I’ll cherish every single second that I have with this amazing woman.
15
Faye
Hush my heart! I repeat to myself as I watch Thane rolling around on my living room floor, playing with the boys. Braxley’s laugh fills the room, and it’s got to be the best sound in the entire world. All I want is for him to be happy and not hurt the way he did at the cemetery or when we lost Ben. I promise to make it my life’s mission to keep him happy. Both he and Jack keep climbing on Thane, and I watch, washing the dishes with a smile from ear to ear.
“Help me, Faye!” Thane exclaims flat on the floor as Jack counts, “One, two, three!”
Then the boys hoot and holler celebrating their victory, and Thane, well…he looks pretty exhausted. “You okay over there?” I ask him and dry my hands, before pouring us two glasses of wine.
“Yup, never better,” he roars and hops up chasing the boy
s away. They scream so loud, like little girls, and I take a seat on the couch, watching the three of them disappear upstairs. Sipping on my crisp, white wine, I find my mind thinking of Thane and not the pain of the past. That’s what Thane does for me, like when we made out in the kitchen earlier.
I’m not sure what it is, but for some reason since we met, he’s consumed my thoughts. He takes the pain away—he makes me feel sane—he makes me feel like there is a light at the end of the dark tunnel I’ve been living in for so long.
“Man, they’re tough,” Thane says, pulling me out of my daydream, and I smile as he sits down next to me, his strong hand running through his messy hair.
“You’re good with them,” I tell him, and he grabs his wine, clinking our glasses together before taking a sip.
“Ahh, it was nothing, anyone could do that.”
“No, they couldn’t, not the way you are with them, so funny and patient. You’re a really good dad.”
“And you’re a really good mom,” he tells me, and I smile taking another sip of my wine, loving the way it tastes and loving how open Thane makes me feel.
His phone rings and he pulls it from his pocket but ignores it. On the screen, I can see it’s Char. “Why is she calling me?” he grumbles.
“Maybe to talk to Jack?”
“No, she never calls. She’ll text me every once in a while and ask me to have him call her or to tell him hello or goodnight, but she doesn’t call unless she needs something or something’s wrong.”
“Shouldn’t you call her back then?”
“No, fuck her.”
I get that he’s closed off when it comes to her, she’s made some bad decisions, and recently put Jack in a bad situation. But we all have messed up one time or another, and I believe everyone deserves a second chance.
“How did things go when she had him?”
“Good, at least from what he says. But I know Charlene, and I know it won’t last. We’ve been down this path many times, and until she can admit she has a problem, nothing can get any better.”
“Are you still going to ask for full custody?”
“I don’t think I have another choice, Faye.”
I totally get where he is coming from, wanting to keep Jack safe, but I also know what that’ll do to Jack. “Has she gotten any help yet?”
“Probably not.”
“Have you asked her, silly?” I ask him, and he shakes his head. “Then you need to.”
“Okay, I will. But can we please stop talking about my ex?”
“Sure.” And the second I say the word, he takes my almost empty glass of wine from me and sets it down on the table along with his. His eyes are eating me alive, and I know what he wants--I want it too--but the boys are right upstairs.
“I want you, Faye.”
I swallow, processing his words, and my mind becomes clouded with the vision of Ben dying in our bed. Reminding me I can never, ever, do anything with him there.
“Can we go to your house?” I ask.
He nods, knowing why, then asks me, “Now?”
“If you want to, but what’ll we tell the boys?”
“I have an idea.” He gets up from the couch and heads upstairs; I finish my wine right as he yells out for me. Reaching the stop of the stairs, he’s standing in the doorway of Braxley’s room and has a smirk on his face.
“What?” I ask and look in to see what he’s smirking at. In the middle of the room is the beanbag and in the center of it are both the boys. Curled up together, their PlayStation remotes are still in their laps, and they are tuckered out.
What, did it take them two minutes to fall asleep?
“Guess your plan isn’t gonna work,” I tell Thane.
“Dammit,” he mutters.
We step out of the room and begin to head back downstairs. I know he’s disappointed, and so am I, but it’s not fair to put our wants before the kids, no matter what.
On the way down, he stops, standing in the doorway of my studio. With my bottom lip tucked into my teeth, my heart races, pulsating inside me. Thane’s eyes are wide with hunger as he ushers me into the room. Closing and locking the door, I follow his eyes as he looks around. There is no real furniture in here, but I have a feeling that’s not gonna matter.
He pulls me into his arms and cups my face, holding on to my lower back with his other hand and asks me, “Are you sure?”
I nod, not able to say the words out loud, but knowing I can’t deny what I’m feeling inside. His lips are parted, his cool breath swirling around me like a tornado, and then his lips are on mine. I melt into his hold, giving over to him, putting all my stress and worries into this kiss.
All I can focus on are his lips and his hands as they roam my body. He unbuttons my pants as we stand kissing one another in a lust-filled frenzy.
Taking my fingers, I grip his hair, letting him do what he wants. Then he pulls away and says to me, “If you need to stop, just ask, okay?”
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, and then he drops to his knees. Hooking his fingers into the sides of my pants as he skims them down my legs, I keep my eyes closed in order to stay in the moment. I can feel every inch that he moves to slowly undress me. Gently he lifts each foot, and once I realize he’s finished, he says to me, “Come here.” And is kneeling on the floor, waiting for me.
I look down into his eyes, they are fixated on my black panties, and the vision of him alone keeps me in this moment. As I kneel in front of him, he swallows and says to me, “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
I smile, lost in a haze from his words, letting my adrenaline push me forward, and as we kneel face to face, I could say the same thing about him.
He holds me close, his lips kissing every bit of my body they can, and then he stops, and I look down as he spots the chain around my neck. His eyes read mine, just as worried, and I…I begin to feel myself spiraling—panicking.
“It’s okay,” he tells me, and it’s not okay. I know what I have to do. Lifting the chain over my head, I lay it on the floor, and without another word, he has me flat on my back. His face is all that I see. “Focus on me, Faye, focus on my lips,” he gently kisses me, and I close my eyes, listening to him, not wanting to ruin this, not when we are so close.
His body hovers above mine. He’s hard, pressing himself against me. The friction feels unbelievably good. My body is yearning for more, willing and craving anything Thane will give to me.
His lips keep moving further and further down until he’s finally between my legs. Then his fingers skim beneath my panties, and I lift up, allowing him to undress me even more. He groans exposing my sex, and as I look up at him, he rips his shirt above his head.
Then he cups my knees in his big hands and spreads my legs wide. I’ve never been so exposed like this. He takes his thumb and skims over my pussy, the sensation about makes me come, and I grip my own hair, breathing wildly, and it only gets faster as his skilled mouth wraps around my clit.
Lost in the pleasure as he spins circle upon circle with his tongue, I moan, and then he pulls me by my thighs even closer to him.
Oh fuck.
I shiver from the inside out, and once he licks up and down, I lose it, coming hard. My body arches in his hold, and he draws me close to his face, working out every bit of my orgasm he can.
The instant that my body settles, I need more. I need him inside me. I need him to love my body with his own like he just did with his mouth. Pulling him up to me, I wrestle with his pants as his hands push my shirt and bra up all the way exposing my breasts.
Finally, inside his pants, I grip his shaft. He groans and pulls back, then pushes forward in my hand. Letting go of him, we both remove his pants, our hands a tangled mess until I feel him against me. Skin to skin, his dick is wet against my opening, and I wrap my legs around him. But he doesn’t enter. He holds his ground, studying my eyes, making sure that I’m okay.
Then, without any words, he slides inside me. The fullness causes me
to whine, and he grunts, not moving a centimeter, just content filling me, holding himself inside me. Our bodies finally blending together as one.
“You feel amazing,” he says, and before I can respond to him, he’s stroking himself in and out of me. His shaft is bigger than I realized as he pulls almost all the way out and glides back in. My fingernails dig into his back searching for any friction, loving everything about this moment. Then he freezes, and I worry something’s wrong.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him, close to coming again, and he starts moving. I tighten my pussy around him; my body letting go in another orgasm as his thick cock pumps me. I feel every inch of him; then he starts to thrust harder, and I know he’s about to come. I hold his body tight against mine.
The second he lets go, he grunts, every muscle in his body flexing and then he says, “Shit, I’m sorry,” and I have no clue why he’d say that.
“Why?” I ask, adrenaline still coursing through my veins.
“I didn’t mean to come inside of you.”
“It’s okay; I’m on birth control.”
“You are?” he seems surprised.
“Yeah, I have to be, or I get terrible headaches.”
He starts pumping again like he didn’t get all his cum out, and I get lost, letting him have the control. Because when it comes to Thane, my body yearns for him. I’m pure putty in his hands to do anything with that he pleases, just like when he made me want to touch myself on the phone.
16
Thane
“Char, tonight won’t work. We have plans.”
“I’ll come too,” she tells me, trying to push herself onto me and that’s the last thing in the world I’d want.
“No!”
“Why not?”
“Because Jack has a friend coming over and I’m not going to have you ruin his time with him.”
“What’s it gonna take for you to forgive me, Thane?”
“You need help; I’ve been telling you that all along.”
“I got help. Didn’t you hear me the other day when I told you I started counseling?”
