by S. Moose
The day is going well, and I notice the stares he’s giving me. Lounging on the floaties with the babies, Bev and I relax. Dylan has music playing in the background and although we can make margaritas, I don’t drink. Holding Grayson and seeing how excited he is in the pool is more than enough fun for me.
Dylan and Ayden are by the grill talking, and they’re both drinking beer. When the backdoor slides open, my attention is brought to who is coming outside. I look at Bev, and she hides her face.
“I thought it was just going to be us four?”
“Jamie and Angela saw us getting ready, and they kind of invited themselves over.”
I give her a look and turn my attention to Angela who is touching Ayden. Here I am in a basic black bikini and Miss Thang is over there with her goodies hanging out. And she’s wearing freaking wedges. Who does that? Does she need a memo that states we are not in Vegas, and she doesn’t need to look like a five-dollar whore?
“There’s something you should know,” Bev tells me, pulling me over to her. “They’re swingers.”
I nearly drop Grayson when those words leave her lips. Oh, hell no. Looking at Angela, I scowl and pray to God she doesn’t think Ayden will be swinging her way.
“What in the world do you mean?”
“You know how adventurous we are. Dylan and I went to a swingers’ party and met them. Jamie and I fuck, and Dylan and Angela fuck. We do it in the same room, so it’s not like we’re cheating. Sometimes, the guys will watch me and Angel and sometimes one of them will join us. It’s really sexy, Camila. God, I’m getting horny thinking about it.” I look over; Jamie is staring at us. Oh, sweet baby Jesus.
“And Dylan’s okay with this?”
“Of course he is, girl. Our sex life is so much better now that we’re experimenting. We trust each other, and we trust them.”
“So, why is she all over Ayden? She already has two men! Oh my god!” I gasp. “I didn’t tell you! They came over one night, and I think they wanted a threesome.”
Bev smirks, “Yeah, they told us. You’re such a prude! You stay here, and I’ll be back.” Watching Bev and Gretchen leave, I turn my attention back to Angela who still has her hands on Ayden. And what’s worse is that he’s laughing at whatever she’s saying, and Bev’s talking to Jamie. Adjusting my sunglasses, I sit Grayson on my knees and lean back so he can play with my hands.
“What do you think Daddy’s up to, Grayson?” I peek over and notice both of them are gone.
Paddling myself to the edge, I get off the floatie with Grayson and march to the grill. Dylan looks at me with wide eyes.
“Where did he go?”
“Bathroom,” he states. We both look around and notice Bev and Jamie are gone too. What the hell is going on?
Handing Grayson to Dylan, I walk inside and see Ayden coming out of the bathroom with his phone. I look around and don’t see anyone else around.
“Camila?”
I push him, “Did you have fun flirting with Angela?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Jealous?”
“No,” I squint at him. “I just don’t want you catching whatever STD she’s walking around with. I mean, who the hell comes to a casual dinner looking like a hooker?”
Ayden puts his arm around me and guides me back outside. Everyone’s lounging by the pool, and I feel like an idiot.
He leans in and whispers, “Don’t worry. You don’t have to wonder if I want a threesome. You’re mine alone.”
Well then.
“You’ve been walking around in that bikini, and I’ve been hard all day. Why don’t you meet me in the bathroom so we can play a game?” I smirk and follow him inside.
Pushing him against the wall, I pull down his swim shorts and get on my knees. Grabbing his ass, I suck his cock and slide my mouth up and down.
“Yes, fuck, Camila. Take it in deep.” My hands leave his ass and find his balls. I hear him hiss and moan, making me wet. With one hand on his balls, I slide my other hand in my bikini bottoms.
“Yes, sweetheart, play with yourself and keep sucking me. Damn you’re so good.” Sliding up and down his cock faster, he groans and soon his warm release hits the back of my throat. Licking him clean, I get up and give him a wink.
“Next time anyone touches you, remember how good I am.”
Sharp
JAMIE AND ANGELA STAYED FOR DINNER, and we got to know them. I know Camila’s judging Angela for flirting with me and doesn’t want to be around the two of them. They leave with a promise of getting together again. My innocent Camila smiles and nods her head. Oh, we’ll be getting together real soon.
We’re relaxing on Bev and Dylan’s deck by the pool when Grayson starts crying.
“Time for us to head home,” Camila says, giving our friends a hug while I hold Grayson. He’s screaming, and nothing’s working. Camila climbs into the back with him and tries to talk to him to calm him down.
“He’s never been like this before,” she says, and I know it’s hard for her to see him like this when there’s nothing we can do.
I play country music since that usually helps. His screams grow in intensity and, finally, I pull into her townhouse. Taking Grayson inside, we both do everything we can to calm him down.
“Maybe he needs a change?” I suggest. I check his diaper, and it’s dry. “When was the last time he ate?”
“About three hours ago.” Camila rushes to the fridge to pull out his bottle and tries to feed him. “He’s not hungry.”
“Maybe we can lay him down on the bed. Let’s see if that works.” She nods, and we rush upstairs. She places Grayson on the bed and climbs in with him. I follow suit. Within seconds, Grayson yawns, looks at me, then Camila, and slowly closes his eyes.
“What just happened?” she asks.
“I have no idea, but I’m afraid to move.”
“I know. I guess we’ll have to spend the night like this.”
“I guess so.”
Seeing her smile, she lowers herself and kisses Grayson’s forehead. “Night, baby.”
“Sweet dreams, sweetheart,” I tell her before shutting off the lamp and falling asleep.
Cam
THE WEEK FLIES BY, and soon I’m sending Eric the third proposal I’ve looked at. Working from home has been really easy and it doesn’t take away time from Grayson. He’s next to me with his bottle in his hands. I love how quickly he’s learning, and I won’t be surprised when he starts to really talk. For now, I like listening to his babble and broken sentences that don’t make sense.
“Who that?” he asks, looking around; I do the same. “Who that? Who that?”
I wasn’t expecting anyone in the middle of the day, but the door opens.
“Look, Grayson, Daddy’s here.” I pick him up as Ayden strides in. “What’s going on? You’re here early.”
“Bad day at work.” He makes his way to my kitchen and takes out a bottle of cognac. “I’ve been slammed with meetings and threats of contracts being pulled. Apple Wine is a mess, and I have no idea what to do.” I hate seeing Ayden like this. Since I left the company his stress level is through the roof, and he still hasn’t found someone to replace me.
“You know I can come back to work. Grayson’s been doing so well, and I’m sure we can find a good daycare or I could bring him into the office. It’ll be okay.”
“I’ve already taken away so many months away from you. I don’t think I can do that.”
“Grayson, do you think you’d like to spend time with Daddy in the office?”
“Yesh,” he laughs, clapping his hands. “Yesh, Dada. Mama. Yesh.”
“Your son has spoken. Here take him, and I’ll make dinner. How’s that sound?”
Ayden nods and takes Grayson back to the living room. I watch as both my boys sit on the couch, and Ayden throws Grayson in the air, which nearly gives me a heart attack. His laughter fill the space and for a moment I think, this is how life should be.
Just for a moment.
; Looking away before I get emotional, I begin preparing dinner. I’m keeping it simple tonight. Adding a pinch of salt and topping it with a small handful of fresh cheddar, I scoop our simple meal into bowls, delivering one to Ayden.
“You didn’t,” Ayden laughs. It’s like he’s a little boy all over again. When we were younger I made him mac and cheese and he acted as if it was an elaborate, gourmet meal. I watch him eat his dinner while Grayson occupies himself with a stuffed elephant.
I like how our arrangement is set up, and I think I like having Ayden here with us. I don’t mind making him dinner every night and spending time with our son together.
My hands are sweaty, and I’m nervous. I don’t know what he’ll say. We’ve been in a good spot, and I don’t want to ruin that, but I hate missing out on this. I don’t want Grayson to be moving from home to home. I know at night he looks at me wondering where Ayden is and even though he’s only one year old, he’s smart and quick to catch on what’s going on.
“I have a proposition for you.”
Cam
THE FOLLOWING WEEK IS INTERESTING. I moved most of our things into Ayden’s house and have sublet my townhouse to college kids. They have my furniture, and the two girls seem to love the space. Being back in Ayden’s house gives me a strange, uneasy feeling. I’m in the guest bedroom, and he’s in his room. We eat together and act like roommates. I have a feeling something’s off, and I don’t know how to talk to him about it.
After my morning run, I come home and find Ayden feeding Grayson. His blue button-down shirt fits tightly across his chest, his sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm – my stomach somersaults as I take him in. I hate that I can’t bring myself to share moments of pleasure with him.
Can we be friends and live together under one roof?
I walk out of the kitchen feeling his heated gaze on my ass. I throw a little more hip into my walk and hear him mutter, “Fuck,” under his breath.
While Ayden’s at work, I look over a few more things for Eric and send him my suggestions. It’s nearly five, and Ayden isn’t back. I wasn’t expecting him to be late. Checking on Grayson, I take the baby monitor to the bathroom and just as I’m about to turn on the water, he starts crying. Not wanting to put on my yoga pants, I run out of the bathroom in my panties and tank top.
After a few minutes, Grayson is soothed and playing with the hanging animals on his bouncer. I tip toe out of the room; Ayden’s bedroom door is partially open. I wonder if he’s home now. Running back to the bathroom, I slip on my yoga pants and walk to his room. Looking around, I don’t see him. There’s a light coming from an adjoining door, and I walk in to find him sitting on the couch with his hand around his cock.
Heat blooms in my pussy, and instantly I’m wet watching him stroke himself and hearing his moans. Sliding my hand down my body and into my panties, I begin to rub my slick clit and bite my lower lip to keep quiet. I watch him pump faster, and my fingers take over, massaging my clit, bringing my body to a screaming orgasm. A tiny whimper leaves my lips. Ayden stops and turns around, eyeing my fingers slowly pulling out of my yoga pants.
“Camila?”
“I’m sorry,” I mutter, “I didn’t know if you were busy, and I saw you.” Before I could finish what I was saying, Ayden is beside me pressing his fingers to my lips.
“I want to be the one pleasuring you.” Where the hell that came from I have no idea.
I slightly push him away, “And I want to be the girl who makes you come apart.”
“Careful, Camila. I’ve been on the edge for the past few weeks. You’re not prepared for what’s going to happen.”
“I am though,” I step closer to him. “I am.”
“Before we do this you have to understand that it won’t change anything. You know I love you, and I want you. But us fucking isn’t going to open a door for you to come in and be with me the way you want.”
“I know that,” I sigh, “but I want this, Ayden. I want to feel you. I know you don’t fully trust me to know what’s in your heart and head.”
“You know what’s in my heart. You and Grayson. The two of you is all I need, and I need you to understand that besides not letting you in because of my past, I’m fucking scared.”
“Of what?”
“You running off with Grayson.”
“I won’t do that.”
He doesn’t say anything at first and watches me with careful, patient eyes. He takes my hand, and we both sit down on the couch, neither of us saying anything. I remain silent, afraid to talk.
“Your past doesn’t really make me have confidence. As soon as trouble hit, you went off running with Grayson. I can’t take that risk. He’s my son, too, and I want both of you to stay in my life. I want to be able to trust you, and I need your faith in me.”
“But you can, Ayden.”
“Actions speak louder than words. I’ve been hurt by you too many times. What happened in the past is still bothering me. I think I’m starting to think someone pushed their way into our plans, but there’s no hard evidence and I can’t make a decision based on feelings. I’m not willing to risk a broken heart by you again. I want us to be friends and for you to be in my home and raise our son with me.”
“I want you to trust me.”
He turns away from me and doesn’t respond.
“Really Ayden? You’re the one who stole my eggs and implanted them in another woman and kept Grayson from me.”
“Yes, and I don’t hide that. You want to know how I’m feeling, and I’m trying to tell you. I don’t want an argument.”
“I’m so lost right now. I know that you don’t want anything serious, but you love me. You have to know I’m not going to run away.” I take his hand in mine and look at him. I hate that he doesn’t fully trust me, and I know it’s hard for me to fully trust him.
“You know you’re only here because of Grayson. I brought you our son, and this is the only way to keep you,” he tells me. His eyes stare into mine and the heat between us engulfs us.
Does he have a point? Grayson is a major reason for me to be here. I love both of them, and I want to be here. I refuse to let him think that’s the only reason.
“I need you to know that without trust we don’t have anything. I asked you to be patient, and I’m glad you are. I accepted your proposition to live together, but taking our relationship back to that level makes me wonder about your motives. Is this what you want?”
My emotions are all over the place. I hate that he views me as a woman who will take away his light and run away.
“I understand what you’re saying, but you’re still keeping things from me.”
“I am.”
We both stare at each other. The easiest thing to do is pack up and leave. We can go back to the way things were, and we’ll both be happy. Something has to give so we can both be happy.
“What do you want, Ayden?”
“I want to be able to fuck you and have you in my bed.”
“And I want you to fully understand that scares the shit out of me. When I let down my guard with you, more secrets came out. My feelings for you are real and strong. I’m scared that you’re going to toss me away and find Grayson’s birth mother and be with her. I’m scared that you’re going to continue paying for sex.”
“I won’t, Camila.”
“Then take me.”
“Are you sure? There’s no going back. Once this happens again, you’re mine.”
“I’m already yours.”
He doesn’t respond but reaches up, stroking my cheek. We sit again in silence, gazing at one another. I can’t think clearly. Everything’s foggy. With Ayden, I have my clarity and even though this is damaged love, it’s a love that makes sense to us. He needs to see what’s inside my heart and the fight I have for him and for us. Laying me down on the couch, he rests on my belly and my hand tangle themselves into his hair. Sliding my fingers back and forth, he taps his fingers on my hand. My skin flames when he slides his hand up my shir
t and lets it rest below my breasts.
There’s so much baggage between the both of us, but that’s what’s so right between us. Even though we disagree and keep our secrets, the way our hearts beat together rhythmically tells me the risks of being with him are worth it.
Linking our fingers, he lifts his head and moves up my body, kissing my forehead and resting it against my own. It feels intimate and romantic, something I’ve been yearning for. Fully understanding Ayden is like peeling an onion. The more I peel, the more I’ll understand. He’s a damaged man who was given a shitty life. The way we are now is tender, and this is the moment I don’t want to end.
Locking his eyes on me, I smile and take his face in mine. “I’m yours. Always and forever. And I’m going to show you how much you mean to me. You can push me away all you want, but I’m not going anywhere, Ayden Sharp.”
He presses his lips against mine, and I close my eyes. I part my lips and breathe into him as our tongues dance together and we relax into each other.
Sharp
I’M WILLING TO BARE IT ALL to her. How can I deny the woman I love? It’s been too long, and she’s showing me her love without knowing my past. It means everything to me that she’s going to love me no matter what. This is the start. This is what I’ve been waiting for. At this point, I don’t care about the past or who separated us. Camila’s been fighting for us for so long, and I’ve done nothing about it. She’s not a random woman. She’s the mother of my child, and her heart is full and kind. She understands me and even though we fight and she’s a pain in my ass, I wouldn’t want anyone else beside me.
I want to take this moment in time and freeze it so it can forever be in my memory.
Having her in my home and seeing her sing to our son, holding her hand and listening to her breathing is what I’ve been waiting for. It’s been too long since I’ve felt wanted and loved. I’ve used women like they were nothing, and I’ve pushed people out of my life.
The weight of her love lies heavily on my chest, but I’m able to breathe with her holding my hand. I’m able to conquer the world because I have my angel next to me. She stands up before me and slowly takes off her clothes. Standing in front of me is my beautiful Camila. Soon I’m undressed, and she straddles me, allowing herself to slide down onto my cock. I almost lose it when I feel her wet pussy. Gripping her hips, I thrust into her and watch her body come alive. Her shaking breath moans for more. Picking her up, I slam her back against the wall and take control.
