“Baby, we don’t have to,” he rasps.
“I want to. I’m okay, really I am. I need you. You want to touch me for the right reasons, Jake.”
Our mouths mold each other’s, taking our sweet time as we find this new way for us to make love. Rough can wait for next time. There’s no hurry.
Jake moves my legs a little and slowly starts to enter me while looking into my eyes to make sure I’m okay. It’s a new feeling, being with a man like him. He cares and shows it in ways that matter to me.
I watch the pleasure transform his features as he ever so slowly pushes into my slippery folds. We moan together and he puts all his weight on me and kisses my open, waiting lips. Our fingers entwine as my legs hook around him and we rock like this, with him undulating slowly, electricity lighting us up from the inside. I gasp as my pussy wakes up in the most delicious way, ultra-sensitive now to every move he makes.
Jake growls in my ear, “I could do this forever.”
I squeeze his hands with mine, and his hips with my legs, arching up as he keeps the slow, steady rhythm. I cry out as the ache becomes desperate. Jake starts moving faster. I whimper his name as the orgasm crawls into me, an inch closer with every sure thrust.
We wrap our arms around each other and he brings me up onto his lap, expertly fucking me in this new position. I try to hold on, but I feel overwhelmed by all of this. “Hold me up,” I murmur, and his arms lock around my body.
He groans long and low as my pussy tightens and clenches. “You’re cumming… I can feel it.” He starts fucking me harder, abandoning himself to his own climax. His sends mine deeper, and I start to cry from sheer fucking happiness. He smashes his lips to mine and kisses me as his cum shoots into me again and again.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls against my lips as our bodies tremble. “I’m going to marry you.”
“Wait now,” I gasp. “I’m still married.”
He looks at me, and we both start laughing like complete idiots. “Jesus,” he groans.
“I know. I’m a slut.”
“Yeah, but you’re my slut,” he grins, kissing my tears away. “Time to get those papers signed.”
JAKE
M y brother did me a favor. Justin’s connections are growing into a larger net of influence because of his desire to become a senator one day. He was happy he could help out. I couldn’t ask dad for this one. Drew has been over to their house again, for my welcome back dinner last weekend. My Aunt Anna, Uncle Dave and my cousins got to meet her. Everyone’s surprised I have a girlfriend, but they all like her.
No one except my brothers — and maybe Uncle Don — knows Drew is married.
But she ain’t gonna be fucking married for long. Not to him anyway. I have plans of my own.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t have you on the schedule,” the shorthaired receptionist tells me as she scratches her face at the computer screen.
“Allergy?” I ask.
She glances to me, confusion quickly replaced by awareness of what she was doing. She drops her hand. “Oh, yeah. I’m allergic to dairy, but I love ice cream, soooo…”
“Oh, that sucks,” I say, “Nothing better than mint chocolate chip.” This earns me the first smile she’s given since I walked in. She’s a dike, so my charms have fallen flat. Bonding over allergy-talk is my fallback option. “Listen, I’m not on the list, but we go way back, so I’ll just go in and say hey. Won’t be long.” She’s about to object when I just go for it. “Thanks!” I call over my shoulder.
Her mouth is open as she watches me, but I get in without argument.
The argument is waiting for me inside.
The guy from the photo on Drew’s shelf looks up as I walk into his office. It’s a boring ass room. I walk over and pick up the photo on his desk that’s facing him, so I can see it. It’s not of Drew.
“Excuse me! Who’re you?!”
I set the photo down hard. “I’m your wife’s boyfriend.”
Edward Charles gapes at me as he sizes me up and is not happy with what’s standing in front of him. I can see the image of me between Drew’s legs is flashing across his mind. This dude’s best years were in high school.
Not mine. Mine are still coming, now that I met her.
“How old are you?”
“Old enough to know a good thing when I find it. Here.” I throw the manila envelope onto the desk. I stole this from Drew’s room earlier…and I was happy to see this fuckhead’s photo wasn’t on display anymore.
“What’s this?” He opens it and pulls out the divorce papers.
“She’s giving you the house and you’re giving her whatever amount she asked for in return.”
“I made the money in…”
“Listen, you fuck!” I go around the desk and lift him off his chair. “You told her not to work so she could be a mother and then you had your fucking girly-tubes tied without letting her in on it. Fucking her how many years while she’s hoping ONE TIME will produce what she’s been promised. From my face, does it look like I have patience with that kind of betrayal? SO, EDWARD, YOU REALLY WANNA GO THERE WITH ME?”
He blinks and shakes his head. I drop him into his seat and lean in to poke his chest with my fist. “My family goes waaaaaaaaay back here in Georgia. Our ties run deep. This little company you’ve built for yourself? You want your customers to keep coming, right?”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Are you an idiot? THE ANSWER IS YES. You want to test me? Because we can do this two ways. You can go crying to whoever you think would help you, and lose everything, or you can sign the divorce papers, give Drew her due, and go about your business with your pretty new lady and her about-to-pop belly.” Rising up, I cross my arms. “That second one sounds like a better option, doesn’t it?”
“If I sign, this is over and you’ll leave us alone?”
“You sign that right now? You’ll never see me again.”
Edward’s hands are shaking as he reaches for the papers and a pen. Glancing from me to them, he signs in all the places highlighted for his signature.
“You’re a fucking moron, you know that?” I mutter.
“What?! Wait, did you put something in there that screws me over and I just signed it?!!”
“No, twat, you’re a moron because you walked away from a woman like Drew. Fucking idiot.” I grab the papers, shoving them in the envelope.
“You’re just a child!” he calls after me with disgust.
I stop at his door and smirk at him. “I’m a man, Edward. Unlike you, you snake. Have a great fuckin’ day.”
Outside, the receptionist is standing at her desk, her eyes on me as I approach. She heard everything.
I slow down, thinking of how to handle this.
I shouldn’t have yelled.
I didn’t want a witness.
“Tell Drew I said, well done,” she whispers, so her boss can’t hear her. I pause to take this in. Off my expression, she explains in the same low volume, “I always loved her. Such a nice person. Didn’t deserve what happened to her.”
I shake the woman’s hand. “What’s your name?”
“Janet.”
“I’ll tell her. Thanks, Janet.”
Heading out into the sunshine with a grin on my face I pull out my phone. Drew answers on the first ring. “Hey, I’m in the middle of something. When are you leaving the job site and coming back here?”
“I’m not at the job site.”
“What? I thought you said —”
“—I’m in Dublin, Georgia.”
“Why are you in…Jake! What did you do?”
I laugh and tell her, “Claimed what’s yours for you baby. And I needed to pave the way for what we talked about last night.”
She pauses in shock. Her voice lowers. “We were in the heat of the moment, Jake. It’s too soon to talk about marriage. And what do you mean, you claimed what’s mine?”
“Your divorce papers are signed. Oh, and Janet says hello.”
> “JAKE!!!”
She starts swearing but I hang up on her, laughing to myself as I slide into the driver’s seat, shut the door and blast some Rolling Stones for my ride home singin’ along as best I can.
I ignore all the calls that come from her. She can show me how mad she is when I get her naked tonight. Oh man, is this gonna be some sweet fuckin’ this evenin’! Probably gonna have claw marks on me for days.
FOUR YEARS LATER
“Drew honey, give me a hand with this chili. Just turn it over a bunch while I say hello to my favorite person in the whole world!”
I gently kiss my daughter’s soft baby hair before I hand Emma over to her grandmother. “I don’t know, Nancy. This is a big responsibility,” I tease, picking up the ladle she set down.
Cooing into Emma’s ear and bouncing her, Nancy receives a kiss on own cheek from my husband. “Jake, this little girl makes me forgive you for being late today, but just barely.”
“I know, I’m sorry. We were busy.”
He winks at me and I shake my head behind her back, telling him silently to stop being so damned obvious. She doesn’t need to know we’re late because Emma took an unexpected nap and my horny man took advantage of it by stealing me out into the hallway for a good hard fucking. That led to another shower. And that led to us arriving after everyone else, and me forgetting the potatoes he made.
“What’s this?!” Jason calls out as he finds me with the chili. “Mom! You never let me touch that! How come Drew gets to?! You only ever ask me to carry it!”
“Give me a grandchild, Jason Cocker and that chili is all yours,” she wickedly smiles. “Huh, Emma, don’t you need a cousin from your Uncle Jason, huh?”
“I’m workin’ on it, Mom.” Jason rolls his eyes and greets me with a kiss on my cheek. “Hey sis.”
“Hi Jason.”
He bear hugs Jake. “Good to see you. Jax is out back.”
“What about Justin?”
“Still in New Hampshire, kissing babies.” Jason touches Emma’s head with love as her big eyes soak him in. “Like this little beauty right here.” He kisses her forehead as Nancy holds her out a little so he can. Emma’s arms go crazy flailing. She’s only fourteen months and full of energy. Jason asks the room, “Does this mean I should go into politics? She loves me!”
He runs out to his wife who’s calling his name. Jake comes over and puts his arms around me from behind. He lays his head on me to watch me slowly turn the chili.
“Hi sexy.”
“Jaxson’s waiting for you, baby.”
“Let him wait,” he whispers in my ear. I touch his arm that’s wrapped around my middle, and smile.
“Well, what the hell?!” Jeremy shouts as he comes up from the back patio. “Come out and say hello to everyone!”
Jake yells his surprise and runs over to pick his younger brother up. “You’re back early!”
“Nah!” Jeremy laughs, looking at Nancy.
Jake and I both look at her, reading her sneaky face. “Mom!”
“Jake, I wanted it to be a surprise, now don’t you look at me like that.”
“Give me back my daughter, you liar.” He rushes over and dramatically removes Emma from Nancy’s arms as she objects profusely. “Hello baby love, you want to be with your Daddy, don’t you?” Of course Emma grins like crazy at him. “See? She wants to be with me, Mom, sorry.”
“You’re just rude!” Nancy cries out. “Give me back that baby! I wanted Jeremy’s coming home to be a surprise so I said the wrong date. You do that to me all the time!”
My momma runs in. “Did I hear Emma is here?!”
“Hi Momma,” I smile. “Good to see you, too.”
She rolls her eyes and grabs my daughter from Jake’s arms. “Jake, give me this little preciousness. Just for a little while, because I’m beating your father at cribbage, Drew!”
“Well, that’s a first,” I sarcastically say. She always beats him.
“Oh stop! Well, Emma, aren’t you the most beautiful little girl in the whole world?” Emma smiles at my momma a little shyly. She doesn’t get to see them as much since they still live in Dublin. “She’s bigger, Jake, isn’t she?”
“Well, of course she’s bigger,” Nancy answers for him, still chomping at the bit to hold Emma again. “Let me see her!”
“Now honey,” Michael Cocker laughs, walking inside. “You’ve got another one outside waiting for you to dote all over him.”
Nancy glowers at them all like it’s a conspiracy, then gives up and hurriedly checks the chili before rushing outside, calling behind her, “Tell Jeremy and Jason to bring that chili out in two more minutes!”
Jeremy walks to me with his arms out. “Drew!”
“You look so tan, Jeremy!” I smile, giving him a big hug. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen you.”
“You’ll be seeing a lot more of me from now on.”
“I wish we could say the same about Jerald,” the congressman mutters.
Jeremy and I exchange a look, and my husband says, “It’s Jett now, Dad. When are you gonna give that up?”
“Never,” he grumbles, and heads out back.
My momma has been watching all this. I filled her in years ago about the trouble they have. She gives me a meaningful look as she walks Emma to me. “Well, now, that’s just gotta stop!”
“Not now, Momma.”
“I’m just sayin’ it’s a shame. Oh well. People can be very stubborn.” She smiles at Emma and touches her cheek as I bounce her on my hip. “Your father’s waitin’ for you to say hello.”
“I’m comin’ now.”
Jake walks over to me with his mind on his father and Jett. I know that expression very well by now.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” he mutters, then breaks out of it and points to Jeremy. “Now that this one’s staying for good.” They share a smile, then Jake spins around with a sneaky look on his handsome face. “I’ll get the chili. It’ll irritate Mom.”
Jeremy starts laughing.
Sure enough, as Jake appears with it and not using any help — it’s a huge pot — she spots him all the way down the yard. “I said for Jeremy and Jason to grab that!”
“Too bad, Mom!”
“Don’t drop it!”
He shoots me a look. “She still thinks I’m twelve.”
“Aren’t you?” I mutter.
“Very funny, babe. Hilarious.”
When later that night we watch Emma sleeping, he stands behind me like he did when I was turning the chili. His head is on my shoulder again and we’re both smiling at the rise and fall of her tiny chest. “I love how she sleeps with her mouth open like that,” he whispers.
“She got that from you,” I whisper back.
“No, I don’t sleep like that.”
“I’m waiting for her to start snoring like you, too.”
He lightly spanks my butt and I turn my head to receive a kiss. “Baby, I have something I need to tell you.”
Jake’s eyebrows go up and he motions for us to leave the baby room.
This place is my pride and joy, the first thing I decorated when we bought this home a year ago, right after she was born.
Emma would lie in her little carrier next to me while I picked out colors and decals for her walls. I showed them to her and asked which she loved the most, laughing and calling out to my husband that our daughter apparently has a thing for pale yellow.
“Look at this!” I told him as he rushed into the room. “Emma, you like this color?” I held up green and she just stared at it. “How about pink?” More curious staring. I showed him the yellow swatch first and then held it in front of Emma. “What about…oh you like that one, huh!?” She squirmed, smiling and reaching for it.
“Wow!” he said, kneeling down by her. Brown eyes just like her daddy’s flitted over to take him in. “You like yellow, huh Emma?” I watched him lean down and kiss her head, with so much love in my heart.
Everything ab
out this room is special to me.
The furniture was mostly gifted from our families when they found out we were pregnant and that we’d be providing the first grandchild. Nancy went nuts with gifts. We donated some of them to a local shelter, but won’t tell her that.
We painted the room ourselves, too, while our Emma watched, so it really was a family effort. This is something I’ll tell her a million times when she’s old enough to remember.
And now Jake leads me into our much larger kitchen than the one we shared at the apartment. “Did something happen today while I wasn’t looking?”
“No, my daddy got along with yours this time.”
Jake nods. “Well, that’s a relief.”
“It’s something else, baby. It has to do with work.”
“Did Uncle Don not give you that raise?”
“Um…no, he did. But the thing is, I might have to turn it down.” My heart is picking up speed now. I can see I’m worrying Jake, but I’m a little nervous about what I want to propose to him. “There’s something I want to do that is going to sound out of character, but hear me out.”
Jake shoves his hands into his pockets and leans against the counter. “Spill it.”
I pause for courage. “I want to quit working for a while.”
Jake blinks at me and cocks his head like he didn’t hear me right. “Say that again? Why?”
“I want to go to college. Online college and it’s hard to take care of Emma—”
“—Oh, well that makes sense, Drew,” he exhales, and takes out his hands, walking to me. “Why are you so nervous?”
“You didn’t let me finish,” I smile.
Jake takes my hands and holds them, waiting. “Well, now’s your chance. Hurry up, because I’m about to interrupt you again, and tell you that college sounds great. You don’t have to go online, though. If you want to go to regular classes, Mom would love to watch Emma.”
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