“Honey, you need to put her down,” I tell Kenton as I walk into the living room.
He’s sitting on the couch, wearing a pair of sweats and nothing else. The football game’s on the TV, the sound low in the background as our sleeping daughter lies in his arms and our son sits at his side, his head laying against his chest with his eyes closed. Half the time, I wonder if he pretends to be asleep just so he can spy on us. He knows far too much for a three-year-old.
“She just knocked out,” he says softly, looking down at her before looking at me again.
I roll my eyes and shake my head, knowing that he’s lying. If he’s home, the kids are on him. I love seeing him with them, but when he’s not home and I have our kids, when I’m alone and they both want to be held all the time, it makes it hard to get stuff done around the house.
“Your mom’s on her way over with Viv. They want to look at the backyard and measure to see if they can fit a play set back there.”
“She doesn’t give up, does she?” he gripes, looking down at Annabelle again.
I know exactly what he’s thinking. The minute his mom walks in the door, the kids are no longer ours. They are all Grandma’s, and he hates it.
“You have something in common.” I smirk.
“Well, seems like she will be useful while she’s here after all,” he mumbles.
“What does that mean?” I ask, my eyes narrowing as I watch a smirk form on his lips.
“You’re gonna find something to do with that smart mouth of yours while Mom takes care of the kids for us for a little while.”
I feel a tingle begin and am all of a sudden very anxious for Nancy to show up.
“Strip. Then get on your knees, babe,” Kenton grunts, backing me into our bathroom.
As soon as Nancy walked into the house, Kenton handed the kids off to her. I could tell by the twinkle in her eyes that she knew exactly what was going on. Thank God Maz was awake so she couldn’t say anything that would have me turning red.
I quickly strip and drop to my knees, watching as Kenton locks the door to the bathroom behind him.
“Finally, she listens,” he mumbles.
I ignore that comment and just enjoy watching him walk towards me. His hands go to his sweats, one pushing them down until his cock springs free, the other hand wrapping around himself, stroking as he walks to me.
“Open.” His eyes lock on my mouth as I open for him. The second the head of his cock touches my tongue, I moan. “I think you love sucking me off more than I like it, and I like it a whole hell of a lot.”
His hand runs down my cheek, his thumb going to my chin. He pulls down on my jaw, making me open more as he slides deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. His hand lowers, running down my neck then over each nipple, giving them a tug. I moan around him and us one hand to cup his balls before wrapping around the base of his cock, twisting on each thrust, while my other hand goes between my legs.
“Show me how wet you are for me,” he demands, and I pull my slick fingers out from between my legs. His hand wraps around my wrist, pulling my fingers to his mouth.
The heat and feel of his tongue on my fingers has me releasing him from my mouth and leaning my head back. Before I can even ask him to fuck me, I’m up and bent over the vanity, his foot kicks my legs farther apart, and I feel the head of his cock touch my entrance. I expect him to enter me slowly, but he surprises me by covering my mouth with his hand as he slams deep in one fast thrust. I scream out, my teeth biting into his palm. His hand pulls my face to the side so he can take my mouth in a deep kiss while he moves rapidly behind me.
“Tilt your ass higher,” he says, and I rise up on my tiptoes and put my palms flat down on the vanity, getting more leverage. “Look at us.”
My eyes go to his in the mirror and I take us in. His suntanned skin makes mine look creamy white in comparison. His large size behind me makes me look more feminine somehow. My red hair is down, cascading over my shoulders in a wavy mess. We look like we belong on the cover of an old romance novel. His hands move over me before one wraps under my neck, the other holding my breast; the visual alone has my orgasm approaching quickly.
“Come for me. I want to feel it.” His words, cock, and hands send me over as I turn my head, pressing my forehead into his neck. I hear and feel him growl his release as his thrusts slow and his hips jerk.
“Love you,” I tell him, turning towards the mirror so I can look into his eyes.
“You too, baby,” he says, pulling me a little closer to him as I feel his thumb run over the scar on my shoulder.
“Autumn, Anna’s diaper needs changing!” we hear Nancy yell, breaking the moment.
I look at Kenton and roll my eyes. Unless the kids are at her house, she doesn’t do diapers. She says that she changed enough of them to last a lifetime.
“I’ll take care of our girl while you get dressed.” He smiles.
“Thanks,” I moan as he pulls out.
He turns me in his arms, kissing me deeply before releasing me, grabbing a washcloth, and cleaning us up. After washing his hands, he leaves the bathroom. I stand there for a few minutes looking at myself in the mirror. When I look into my eyes, I see a woman who knows what love is, and that feeling alone has me hurrying to get dressed so I can go be with my family.
*
“Are you sure that’s him?” I ask, leaning across Kenton, who is sitting in the driver’s seat of our truck so I can get a better view out his window.
“I’m sure, baby,” he says gently, running a hand down my back.
I look from the young man I’m supposed to be meeting in a few minutes to my husband. “What if he hates me?” I ask. It’s the same question I’ve asked every time we have spoken about this moment.
“No one could ever hate you, and if he does, I’ll kick his ass.”
“You better be nice,” I say firmly. I know him, and he will do just as he says.