A Matter of Trust

by LazyDay Publishing

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  Trevor walked out of the bathroom and found his mother waiting for him outside the door.

  “Hey, buddy.”

  “Hey, Mom.”

  “How about my morning kiss? Don’t worry, no one’s looking.”

  “I don’t care if people see me kiss you. You’re my mom.”

  “Always will be, son. Are you upset that we fell asleep here last night? I promise I didn’t mean to.”

  “That’s okay, mom. I didn’t mean to either. Are you gonna have a baby now?”

  “What?! What in the world made you ask me that, son?”

  “A boy in my class at school said that when grownups sleep together, the mom’s have more babies. If you have one, can it please be a brother this time?”

  “Come with me, Trevor.” She walked him into Jake’s bedroom – nice, peaceful décor done in greens and browns – and sat down on the bed with her boy.

  “Trevor, it takes more than sleeping with someone to make a baby, and no, I’m not going to have a baby any time soon. Maybe never, I don’t know. What would you think about that if I did?”

  “Brother or sister?”

  “Moms don’t get to choose, sweetie, so it’s the luck of the draw, I’m afraid. No guarantees.”

  “I don’t know, Mom, I guess it would be okay, especially if I got a brother. Lexie’s okay, but it would be more funner to play with a brother. But you know what I’d rather get?”

  “What, son?”

  “I’d rather get a dad. Is that bad?”

  “Of course not, honey. That’s normal. Why would it be bad?”

  He shrugged his little boy shoulders again. “Mom, would you be mad if I told you a secret?”

  “No, son. I would rather there not be any secrets between us. Will you tell me?”

  “It’s just that I can’t remember daddy very much anymore. I kind of remember a man being at our house in Dallas, but I don’t remember what he looked like or anything else. Grandma Mary says I can’t ever forget my dad, but I think I did. Mostly.” He’d been looking down the whole time he’d been talking, and Trish’s heart broke for him.

  “Son, it’s okay if you can’t remember your dad. You were really, really little, like just a little older than Lexie when he died. The important thing to remember is that he loved you very much. Just remember that, and you’ll be fine. Now, can I ask you a question?”

  “Sure, Mom.”

  “Did it bother you this morning when you woke up and saw me and Jake on the couch together?”

  Trevor thought about it for a minute. “I’m not sure, Mom. Can I think about it for awhile?”

  “Absolutely. The only thing I ask is that you let me know how you feel when you figure it out. There’s no right or wrong or good or bad answer. Fair enough?” At his nod, she added, “Can I have my morning kiss now?”

  “Absolutely, Mom.” He threw himself into his mother’s arms and hugged her tight.

  They joined Lexie and Jake in the kitchen where they were eating Lucky Charms. Jake looked up at her, concern clearly written on his face, but she smiled at him, and he relaxed.

  “How about some cereal, Buddy?”

  “Sure, Jake. Lexie, stop picking out all the sugar pieces.”

  “I can if I want to, as long as I eat the other kind after.”

  “When you’re finished with your cereal, we need to go home, kids. I promised Gram I’d bring you over for a visit today, because she misses you.”

  Trish met Jake’s eyes over the kids’ heads. He gave her that sexy smile she’d come to appreciate so much, knowing what they’d be doing while the kids went to see their grandparents. She smiled right back.

  After gathering all their stuff and cleaning up the breakfast dishes, the kids thanked Jake, and off they went, still in pajamas. When they got home, Trish moved as quickly as she could to get the kids and herself dressed and ready to go out. Anticipation of meeting Jake later made her nearly frantic. She put on some new sheer, black panties she’d bought the other day for just such an event. And an event described what Trish had in mind just fine. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this level of excitement in her life, and it all centered on the man awaiting her return.

  Trish dropped the kids off at her parents’ house and told them she had to run some errands and would be back later. She had to remind herself constantly not to floor the car on her drive back over to Jake’s place. She pulled into the driveway, shifting into park before the car had stopped all the way, and raced to the door. Before she could reach for the doorknob, the door opened, and Jake reached for her. They wrapped themselves around each other’s bodies as their mouths fused together. They started pulling off each other’s clothes before the door closed, touching, kissing, rubbing, grabbing, and it wasn’t nearly enough. They couldn’t get enough of each other’s taste or touch.

  They stumbled into the living room as they continued to undress each other, and they knew right away they wouldn’t make it any further. Trish tried to kick off her shoes as Jake pulled down her jeans. As they passed her hips, she tried to step out of them too soon and would’ve fallen if Jake hadn’t caught her on her way down. Kicking off his own jeans, he joined her on the floor and unhooked her bra and tore it off of her, so he could reacquaint his mouth with her breasts. He went back and forth between the two of them, apparently unable to decide which one he wanted more. He had to call it a tie.

  Trish reached for his briefs and started working them down his hips. He groaned when she wrapped her hand around him and suddenly couldn’t get her panties off fast enough. He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a black packet and nearly tore right through it when he put it on.

  “Now, Jake. I want you inside me now.”

  “That’s exactly where I want to be, honey. Open for me.”

  Trish welcomed his hips between her own, and he slammed himself home in one quick thrust that sent her right over the edge to oblivion. He felt her spasm around him and groaned as he moved faster and harder, never letting up. She could feel herself building toward another climax immediately. “God, Jake, don’t stop. Come with me this time, baby. Now!”

  In answer to her demand, Jake slammed inside her two more times and let himself go as she called his name again. He buried his sweat soaked face into her neck as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He didn’t even have the energy to roll off of her for several moments. Finally, afraid he’d suffocate her, he rolled to his back, carrying her with him.

  “My God, woman, you’re going to kill me one of these days. I needed that. You okay?”

  “Better than okay. That was great. I thought I’d never get here. Next time, I’m just going to wear a trench coat or something, and if we’re meeting here again, I think you should already be naked when you answer the door.”

  Jake chuckled. “We still aren’t likely to make it to the bedroom. The first time, anyway. Damn, sex is great with you.”

  “Ummm. Same goes. I’ve never been this way before. I mean, I like sex as much as the next person, but jeez, I’ve never been so … frantic for anyone in my life.”

  Jake looked down at her. “It’s the combo, sweetheart. It’s not just me or just you. It’s us together that’s so … intense, so … combustible. I’ve never been like this either. I’ve had my fair share of sex over the years, but Christ, I feel like a damn teenager around you. I can’t get it enough with you.”

  “How much do you feel like a teenager?” Trish lifted up her head and smiled. He grabbed her hand and pulled it down to his revived erection. “Nice. Bedroom?”

  “If we can make it this time.”

  It took them a third time to hit the bed, and they both had rug burns by the time they finished.

  When they finally felt too exhausted and wrung out – in a good way – to go another round, they lay entwined in each other’s arms, stroking, holding, kissing each other. The
silence felt peaceful and complete on both sides. Finally, Jake broke the silence.

  “So, what happened with Trevor this morning? Is he upset?”

  “He’s not sure. He’s going to think about it for awhile and get back to me. I think he’ll be okay. He asked me if I was going to have a baby since we slept together last night. I didn’t get into particulars, but I assured him that wasn’t part of the plan at this time.”

  “Did it worry him?”

  “Not especially. If I could have guaranteed him a brother this time arouond, he might even have been happy about it. That’s not what bothered him.”

  “So, what was it then?”

  She stilled for a moment. “He was upset, because he can’t remember much about his dad, and Pete’s mother told him he had to be sure to always remember him. I’m sure she didn’t mean to upset him. He was so young when he lost his father, it’s understandable that he’d forget him. He feels guilty about it and worried that I’d be upset with him. I don’t have any idea how long he kept it a secret. Poor baby.”

  “Poor little guy. It sure is a testimony to your relationship with him that he opened up and told you. You’re an excellent mother, Trish.”

  “I try, but I know I’ve made mistakes.”

  “Show me a parent who hasn’t.”

  “I know. It’s just that sometimes it’s scary doing it alone. I usually don’t have anyone to talk to at times when I’m unsure of what to do.”

  “I imagine being a parent is pretty scary in and of itself, whether you have someone to help you or not. You do an amazing job honey. Lexie and Trevor are doing great despite losing their dad. They know they’re loved, and they feel safe, because they know you’ll take care of them.”

  “I really hope so, Jake. As much as I’d love to spend the rest of the day here … with you … like this … I need to get going. I told my parents I’d be back for the kids in a couple of hours, and it’s been that already. Plus, I’ve got a ton of work waiting for me at home.”

  “Hey, I forgot to tell you, I’m going out of town Tuesday on business. I’m starting to get some jobs in New Mexico through some contacts that Josh turned me onto, and I have to head up to Albuquerque for a few days. I wish you could come with me.”

  “Maybe another time. I can’t leave the kids, and my work is piling up. I’ve been neglecting it because of a certain tall, dark, and handsome distraction.”

  “You really need to start thinking about hiring more help. I don’t plan on stopping with the distractions any time soon.”

  Trish reluctantly got up and started dressing. “So, how long will you be gone?”

  “I should be home by the weekend. Want to have another movie night at my place next weekend?” I should get in early Saturday.”

  “Maybe. Let’s see how the week goes.” Trish almost said more, but she started coughing.

  “You okay, honey?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine. My throat’s just a little bit scratchy. Probably allergies.”

  “Go to bed early tonight, okay? You don’t get enough rest. You skip meals, too, and you work too hard.”

  “Anything else, Mother?”

  “Yeah. You’re really good in the sack.”