'What are you trying to butter me up about?' she asked, allowing herself to float in the water.
'You wound me with your suspicion.'
'Mmm. I'm a sharp cookie. Isn't that what your mother said? I like your mother. She's not nearly as crazy as mine. Plus she doesn't like Pickles, another point in her favour. She told me, your mother, not Pickles, that you were a wily one and to keep an eye on you. Said you got it from your father.'
'I see I was wise to limit the amount of time the two of you had alone.' The water rose as he stepped in and she automatically leant forwards so he could sit behind her. She relaxed again, leaning against the hard wall of his chest.
Your mom is awesome. Dare I even say, spunky? Yes, spunky. Kendall is a lot like her. A girl could do a lot worse than to have agrandma like her. She calls me, you know. Your mother.”
'She does? It doesn't surprise me, she does like you and she's always been the sort to go her own way. Should I ask what you two discuss or remain blissfully ignorant?'
'Well, she called after I met her the first time at that barbecue at your house this summer. She said it was to thank me because she was so very polite and all.' Kate laughed. 'But then she just came out and got nosy because we both knew why she was really calling. She wanted to get the low down on me. You can learn a lot about a man by meeting his mother. Thank God you can get past my insane mother to love me anyway. But your mom, she's sharp. And not just because she likes me. Although that in and of itself is a very powerful indicator.'
'I notice you didn't really answer my question.' His voice held amusement, not anger.
'We talk about all sorts of things. She tells me about the stuff the women in her neighbourhood get up to. She likes to chat. I like to listen to her. She makes me laugh. I took her shopping a few weeks back so she could get her holiday presents taken care of. She gave me these baby pictures of you.' The gesture had been as warm as it had been an unmistakable stamp of approval.
'How come you didn't tell me any of this before now?' He began to massage her shoulders with the fragrant soap.
'It was weird to say. I didn't want to come off like I was bragging. It's not like it was a secret. I've told you stuff about it. Like she gave me her recipe for that cinnamon bread you love so much. How'd you think I got it? And your dad stares at my boobs when I go over there, albeit he can be as sneaky as you. You must get that from him.'
His laughter jiggled her a bit. 'He told me it took a while but I'd finally grown into some very fine taste in women. Said I should kidnap you and bring you here to Vegas to marry me.'
She leant back a moment and then turned around. You know I love you, right?'
His smile softened even as his hands automatically headed to her breasts. Yes. Of course. Don't sound so dire, you're going to freak me out.'
Am I as totally lame and passive-aggressive as your ex? No. I'm a big girl and quite capable of saying what I mean. Don't be an idiot. Do you think I'd be here with you if I was going to break up with you?'
He used the shower attachment to rinse her off and she soaped him up, taking extra care to make sure his cock was squeaky clean. 'I'm wary. My cock and my heart are in your hands. I've been asking you to marry me and to move in and you keep saying no.' You know why I'm saying no.'
He took a deep breath and stood, the sight of him looming over her so magnificently male and pissed off dried her mouth. 'Get out of there.' He handed her a towel after she'd pulled the plug and gotten out. She dried off and reached for her lotion until he made a frustrated sound and pulled her into the bedroom. The curtains glided open, revealing the glory of the morning.
'Here's how it's going to be.' He turned and her eyes went to his cock. 'You're not going to sway me with that fuck-my-mouth face. Not right now.'
She couldn't help it, she laughed and fell back onto the mattress. 'You make me so happy. Even when you boss me around. I shouldn't tell you that, it'll only go to your head. But you do. Now, what is it you're going to attempt to dictate to me?'
He harmmphed and got into bed beside her. 'You will move in with me. I just made arrangements with a realtor yesterday to find us a house in Lancaster. It's halfway between your job and mine. I told him we needed plenty of bedrooms so we can have an office to work from home and also so the girls can have a bedroom there. You can take the train in or drive.'
One of her brows rose and he met it with a rise of his own. He wasn't going to give up on this.
'You thought you'd just go ahead and do it without even consulting me?"
'Shut up about that. You knew I was near the end of my patience with this. You know what kind of man I am and you stuck around, so guess what, pffft.'
Her eyes widened and then she laughed, kissing him in the hollow of his throat. 'You're lucky I'm so tolerant of your pushy ways.'
That was a good sign, he thought. She wasn't trying to argue with him yet. But he knew how he handled this next bit would sink him or make their being together a reality.
'I know your biggest concern is the girls and, believe me, I appreciate that more than I can say. Especially in light of how their mother is using them right now. So this is what I'm going to do to address that. Right now they are with Eve three weeks of every month during the school year because Eve's place is in the district boundaries and is only half a mile from their school. So in the week they're with me, I'll stay at my old place with them. Just until they're both done with school. On breaks they can stay at our new place because I want them to be used to it and to understand, without any doubt, that you and are together. Yes, before you speak, yes, it will change their lives, but Kate, they're not children, they're smart, well-adjusted teenagers. Seventeen and fifteen, they know I love them, they know they're my priority but they also realise I have a life. You can keep your condo or sell it, whichever you prefer. But I expect you to marry me by the end of this coming year. Counsellor, you may present your rebuttal.' He waved a magnanimous hand at her.
She tumbled him to his back and climbed astride him. 'Pickles?'
He groaned. 'Up until that, this was going in a veiy nice direction. What about Eve?'
'What about Eve, indeed. I'm going to be painfully and selfishly honest here. I've held my tongue because I love you and I don't want to lose you or to look like an evil bitch. But, if you really do mean to marry me and for us to live together and not wait two more years, I have to get this all out.'
He sat up, leaning in to kiss her. T want you to be honest with me. I love you, dumbass. You're not going to lose me. We can work through just about anything.'
She nodded. 'We'll see how you feel when I'm done. It's really all about Eve. Here's my thing, Charles, I hate her. I want to punch her in the face every time I hear her stupid, whiny-baby-helpless-girl voice. She's everything I have to prove I'm not when I'm on a case. She's why women are judged so harshly.'
'I agree. Now fuck me while you're talking. It's much easier to work out a solution with your cunt hugging my cock.'
She rose up and angled him the way she liked and slid down over him. He'd known she was ready, she always was when they were together and goddamn if that didn't make a man puff his chest up a bit.
'Such a multi-tasker. Back to the subject and don't blame me if you can't keep hard because we're talking about her?
He made a face. You're the one talking about her, but as long as it's your body hovered over me, and your pussy around me, what the fuck do I care?'
She smiled and he relaxed a bit. 'OK, then here goes. If I'm in, I'm in for real and for good. Which means I'm Mrs Dixon, capice?. I'm your wife and I don't share. That means if I take this step, it's all the way. I don't want to have Sunday dinner with your ex-wife. I never want to have dinner with her and I reserve the right to not go to events when I may have to see her. I don't want her to have a key to my house, I don't want her to ever enter it to start with. I know that makes me selfish but there it is.'
She adjusted herself and stretched above him. He lost his train of
thought for a few moments and then remembered she was not only fucking him, but had agreed to both move in and marry him. He tried to keep the gloat off his face.
'Don't think I can't see the gloat in your eyes. But let's hold off on the end-xone dances for a few more minutes, shall we? If we move in together, your girls will lose some of that together time they have with you and her both. This will be because I can't bear their mother. It willbe my fault that they lose it. They will resent me, how could they not?'
You're jumping to conclusions as well as getting lazy. Ride me while you're talking. I can live with no Sunday dinners, which you have to admit rarely happen anyway.'
She rose up and slammed her body down on him several times, her breasts bouncing, her eyes sliding halfway dosed. He felt her cunt change, slicken, get hotter as she rode. He had no plans to interrupt wherever she was going at that moment. He was putty in her hands, or between her thighs, whatever.
'Weddings, funerals, graduations, these are the events I am willing to deal with her over. Oh and birthdays, but only if there's no way around it. And by deal with, I mean I know she will be there too. It does not mean I'll plan parties for these events with her. I will not spend Christmas or Valentine's Day alone if we live together and I sure as hell won't if we're married. I will not sit at her table for Thanksgiving, nor do I want her at mine. This is non-negotiable. I don't want her in my house eating my turkey and I'm not going to her place either. I'm not her friend. I don't plan to pretend to be, nor do I want to be. I'll be civil for the sake of your daughters, but that's as far as it goes. Her behaviour this time has just gone too far. I don't plan to call her up to chat and I don't want to hear that voice on my answering machine. By the way, her parents are assholes too, no wonder she turned out the way she did. Same goes for them.
She took one of his hands and brought it to her clit. 'Hello? You're neglecting me already?' 'What did her parents do and why didn't you tell me earlier?'
Mmm, there you go, sport, right there.' She leant forwards, bracing her hands on his biceps and slid back onto his cock time and again. This position was so good for her. Every inch of his cock stroked, rubbed and stimulated her. The broad head of him brushed over her G-spot and she controlled the intensity with her movements.
'Look at me.'
She did, not stopping herself from grabbing a kiss as well. 'I want you to come.
She laughed, arching her back and slamming herself back against him in earnest. With him, the wait, once she let herself go, was never long. He set to flame what had smouldered and that was all she could feel, see, think about.
Those stirrings of orgasm stirred low in her belly and bloomed outwards, flushing heat and pleasure over her skin, through her cells. He filled and she teased herself with his retreat. He played her, stroking her clit between a slippery thumb and forefinger.
'So bold, taking what you want. Sexy. That's the way, damn it, you're so hot and juicy. I'm close, darling Kate, so you'd better get a move on or you'll be all alone. I'm too much a gentleman for that.'
Her nipples slid back and forth against him as she moved; the hair on his chest abraded but in all the right ways. She dropped her forehead, resting it against his chest. That changed the angle of his entry just enough to bring orgasm tumbling through her.
He rolled her so that he was on top, picking up his pace, thrusting hard and deep. She took in the luxury of looking up into his face. The forelock that perpetually seemed to slide rakishly over his forehead. The way the iris in each eye seemed to be swallowed bythe darkness of his pupils as he got drunk from fucking. He never did anything halfway, despite how easygoing he appeared to be. He took fucking very seriously, it showed in the concentration just around his eyes, the set of his mouth and at last when he came with a half-shout. He continued to stroke inside her for long moments more until he finally relaxed and flopped to the side, tossing a thigh over her to keep her in place.
'I'm hungry and we didn't really get this whole thing settled.'
'There's some huge buffet. I've never done one before, believe it or not. And we have the important stuff settled. You and I are moving in together and I absolutely agree that you shouldn't have to deal with Eve except on rare occasions.' 'I don't want to be the woman who comes between the father and his daughters.'
'I know you don't. Which is one of the many reasons why you won't. I won't lie, I sense Eve will try to make trouble with the girls. It's going to be rough at first. Maybe we should get married here, that way there's a strong message that you and I are permanent.'
'Your daughters will be part of our wedding. I want to include them in the planning. If we got married without talking to them about it, it would only make things worse.'
'So you'll marry me?'
She shoved him off and stood up, walking on still rubbery knees towards the bathroom. 'Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, Charles. We still have some talking to do, but I'm starved and, um, you've sullied me and I need a shower before we go. I don't want your liquid souvenir to be an uncomfortable reminder of this lovely fuck session.'
He stood up and stalked her as she backed into the stall. 'Oh your love words are so beautiful.'
She began to wash her hair as he used the showerhead just across from where she stood.
'I could have said spunk or jiz. I was being artful. I'm going to have potatoes, bacon, pancakes and perhaps gravy on something. I'll work out when we get back. Now that you've bought the cow so to speak, maybe I'll have gravy with every meal as God intended.' He laughed and chased her out, fondling her as she tried to get dressed. Go be useful. See if Leah and Brandon want to have breakfast with us.'
He caught her in an embrace first. 'Your wish is my command, darling Kate. Then we'll have the rest of the day to play. I need clothes for tonight and at some point, I plan to lick your pussy until you scream.' A delighted shiver broke over her. 'Mmm! My favourite.'
Soft skin. Silky hair. Brandon loved it when Leah wore her hair down, and the way it spread over the pillow when she slept. He loved how it felt sliding over his body. He loved to gather it in his hands and push it away from her face, the way he did now, so he could watch her mouth move on his cock.
Leah looked up at him with her hand gripped tight at the base of his dick and her tongue swirled once, twice around the head before she sucked him gently. Then deeper. Brandon groaned, losing himself in the pleasure of her mouth and hand.
Leah's tongue trailed down to the root of him, then lower, over his balls. Her hand, slick with spit, stroked him harder as she licked a little further back. When she nibbled the inside of his thigh, his prick jumped in her hand. He'd have shot off then, but her fingertip pressed the sweet spot behind his sac and she slowed her stroking hand just enough.
'I love it when your cock gets so hard I can feel your heart beating in it,' she murmured and added a lick and a nibble that made all his muscles jerk.
She'd been sucking him for half an hour, bringing him close and easing off at the last moment to keep him close to bursting. Brandon thought his head might explode if he didn't come soon, but, though he knew he could force it through, he let Leah have her way with him however she wanted. It would be that much better, hotter, if he did.
She sat up, her beautiful hair falling over her shoulders and over her breasts. Her hand moved slowly but steadily. 'Hmmm . . . You look like you're enjoying this so much, I think I want a little bit of it, too.'
Electric desire arced through him. He reached for her, but Leah moved out of his reach. Her hand never slowed.
'Tell me what you'll do for me.'
He licked his lips, thinking already of sinking his face between her thighs, of finding her clit with his lips and tongue and licking her until she came. 'I want to lick you.'
'Mmm,' she sighed and gave a little shiver. Her hand gripped and squeezed, teasing. 'More.'
'I want to lick your clit, Leah. And taste you. I want to fuck your cunt with my mouth,' he managed though by now his voice had gone so h
oarse and rough with pleasure it was a miracle he could say anything.
'Oh, yes,' she whispered and shifted so, instead of kneeling next to him, she was straddling his face. Her mouth found the head of his prick and her lips brushed it, her tongue licking, as she lowered herself over him.
Brandon gripped her hips with both hands and moved her over his mouth so his tongue could find her clit, but he didn't move her more than that. Leah would move her body on his mouth, fucking it while he licked and sucked. He groaned when his mouth found her hot, slick flesh. He lost himself in the smell and taste of her.
He couldn't last much longer, but he was pretty sure Leah was close, too. Her clit was a hard bead under his tongue, and her thighs shook. Her moan tipped it for him as he heard it and felt the vibration of her lips around his dick at the same time.
He tried to hold off but pleasure seared through him and heat rushed up from his balls and out of his cock. Leah took it all, swallowing him, and her clit throbbed all at once. Her cunt jumped under his lips, pulsing. She came on his mouth, and he eased off after a second or two. Then, with the aftershocks of his orgasm still rippling through him, he licked at her clit gently, tongue circling, until another wave of shudders moved over her body and she collapsed off him and onto the bed.
They lay in silence, panting for a minute. His hand found her thigh and he stroked it. Leah pushed herself up on the bed to look at him.
'Breakfast,' she said. 'Before I pass out. Before you waste away to nothing.'
She paused to stroke a hand over his hair, and he grabbed it to kiss her palm. You're the one who said you were hungry for my cock. I'd have taken you to get something real to eat an hour ago.'
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