“It too dangerous not to.”
She started to protest but I took her lips with mine. She fell into it immediately, seeking comfort in the distraction. I’m not sure how long we kissed, but it seemed to go on forever until we heard…
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
WILLOW
“UNCLE AND WILLOW sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” We both snatched away at the sound of Kennedy singing. Dash lifted me over the console and I settled into my seat. He stepped out to take Kennedy and help her in the car seat he already had situated in the back.
“Did you hear that?” Keenan yelled. “Kennedy just spelled her first word!”
“Are you sure she spelled it or garbled sounds that sounded like it—Keenan, where are you going?”
“We need the encyclopedia,” he called back. “Who knows what else she may know?’
“But she’s only three and she barely pronounced the words in the song.”
“Laugh now, but Kennedy will be a rocket scientist by the time she’s ten if I have a say in it.”
He disappeared inside the house and Sheldon looked at us exasperated. “Sometimes I wonder how I had a child with him,” she mumbled as she shook her head and followed him inside.
I turned in my seat and found Kennedy watching me. “Hi, Kennedy.”
“Hi,” she breathed in that angelic voice of hers. “Uncle and Willow kiss again?”
“Yes,” Dash answered as he got in and started the car. “But you won’t be around to sing about it.”
I couldn’t believe when the little thing actually protested. She and Dash had a natural dialogue going built from a bond that I regrettably had not been here to gain with her. They had all pulled together to help Sheldon overcome the strain of single motherhood and I had not been here. For that? I believed I had betrayed Sheldon.
When we got back, Kennedy tore through the apartment. She managed to turn it upside down in less than an hour. It all started with the mac and cheese incident.
She had decided to play a game of hide and seek with it and dumped her dinner under the couch cushions.
I considered it an isolated incident but had no idea what was coming.
*
By the end of the night, Dash undressed us both and carried me to his bed where he put his arms around me and made me forgot all about my sorrows. His cock had been hard and I had been more than willing, but soon after we lay down, we had drifted to sleep. Kennedy had worn us both out. When morning came, however, I found myself being woken up with soft kisses and caressing hands.
“Turn over,” he demanded, his voice soft. I obliged and flipped onto my stomach. He chuckled and slapped my ass once. “Not what I meant.” He pulled me on top of him and I look down at him with confusion. “Ride me.”
“Why are you whispering?” I would never admit it to him, but I always appreciated the gruff way he commanded me to please him.
“Because my niece is always a light sleeper at the wrong time.”
I looked at the door nervously and found it locked, but I still hesitated. “Do you think we should? She’s in the next room.”
His only response was to lick my naked hips enough to slip inside me slowly. I gasped at the feeling of being filled. “Then I guess it means you can’t scream.”
His red-brown eyes challenged me and like the wanton I was, accepted. Bracing my hands against his chest, I held his eyes as I lifted my hips. I took him by surprise when I slammed back down. The pleasure in his eyes was unmistakable, but he tightened his grip on my hips to keep me from repeating the move.
“Slowly.”