“Maybe. I just wish she’d send me anything to tell me what’s going on.”
“Chill, bro. She’s got it all under control,” he tells me sternly. I know he’s right, but it still doesn’t change the fact that I don’t know what is going on, so my mind starts racing and thinking of all that could go wrong.
Riley: Sorry for the delay. Everything is fine. She just needed to be cuddled for a few minutes to fall back to sleep. I think falling asleep in my arms earlier messed up her bedtime routine. Then I got sucked into cleaning the kitchen and starting the dishwasher. Forgot to check my phone until now.
JJ: I’m not going to lie; you had me panicking that something was wrong.
Riley: Sorry, didn’t mean to. How long until you get home?
JJ: We’re about to go wheels up, so just over an hour.
Riley: I’ll be ready and waiting. :winky face:
JJ: Naked??
Riley: You’ll just have to wait and see.
JJ: Fucking tease
Riley: Only for you
JJ: Damn right
Riley: I’m going to go soak in the tub for thirty or so minutes. Be nice and ready for you when you get here.
JJ: Fuuuuck. You did it again. I’m hard as a bat now. Thanks.
Riley: I’ll gladly take care of that when you get here.
JJ: Damn right you will
Riley: :bring it gif:
Riley: Ok, I’m stripping and slipping into the bath now. I’ll talk to you when you get home.
I internally groan at the mental images flashing through my mind. Riley can be such the little vixen; sometimes she does it on purpose, and sometimes she has no idea. I’m confident tonight is on purpose. A way for her to make sure I’m ready to pounce when I get home.
Eighteen
Riley
I slip beneath the hot water, the bath bomb I tossed in filling the room with a relaxing mixture of lavender and vanilla. I relax back against the tub, the angle is perfect for soaking. I can feel the water relaxing my muscles. I close my eyes and let the rest of the stress from today just melt away. I didn’t realize just how much the events from this morning wore me out emotionally. I still can’t believe that I jumped to the worst-case scenario. I should have never done that. I know it hurt Justin's feelings that I did, and I can understand why. I either trust him or I don’t, and I didn’t show the trust I do have very well. I let the lies lead me astray, which was the point of the stupid article.
I push all thoughts of it out of my mind. It is in the past. It wasn’t true, and there's no reason to continue to dwell on it. I made a mistake, but it’s time to move on and not let it continue to fester in my mind. We both learned something from it today, and I’m focusing now on not allowing it to repeat itself and learning from it as we move forward. To hear Justin tell me he loves me after all of that about blew me away. I didn’t even care that he told it to me over the video call. Hearing those three sweet words leave his lips was like a calming balm to my fractured soul.
A smile tugs at my lips as I think about our text exchange from earlier. My sex starts to pulse, just thinking about what he plans to do to me when he returns. If there’s one thing I’ve learned since we started dating it’s the man has an incredible amount of stamina, and he’s incredible at making my body come alive. I hate to think of anyone that came before me, but I can only thank all that experience he’s got for the fantastic orgasms that he plies me with night after night.
I slip my hand down my torso, circling around my clit once my fingertips are low enough. I’m already strung tight, ready to come undone at the slightest touch. I imagine my fingers are his as I tease myself. I slip two fingers inside my pussy until I find that sensitive patch inside. I slide my fingertips along it until I feel myself start to spasm around my fingers.
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, biting down to keep from yelling out with my orgasm. My fingers slip out as my body goes limp, all those lovely orgasmic hormones flooding my bloodstream.
I stay in the bath until the water starts to go tepid. I pull the plug and stay in the water until it's almost all drained out. I stand up and turn the shower on, rinsing off from the bath bomb. The hot water keeps my muscles nice and relaxed.
I lazily get out, drying off and slathering some lotion on before brushing my teeth. I’d pulled my hair up into a bun to keep it out of the water, so I let it back down, the light waves cascading down around my shoulders.
I slip between the sheets naked, just as I know Justin is hoping I’ll be when he gets home soon. I pull my Kindle out from the nightstand, pulling up my newest book. I get lost in the pages over the next twenty or so minutes before the alarm system being turned off catches my attention. I hear it beep again, knowing that he’s set it now that we’re all inside.
I listen carefully to his movement through the house. I imagine him setting his bag down just inside the garage door where he’d stop to punch in his code. I hear his feet coming down the hall, then the light sound of a door opening as he pokes his head in to check on Evie. It melts my heart just how much he loves his daughter and how well he’s adjusted to having her in his life. A minute later, he’s pushing open the door to his room. I only have a bedside lamp on, set at its lowest setting.
JJ’s gaze finds mine, his eyes adjusting to the low amount of light in the room. I can feel his eyes on me like a brand. I watch him as he looks up and down my form under only the sheet. The primal look of desire filling his eyes, even from this distance, has my body already aching for his touch.
After closing the door with a soft click, he closes the distance between the door and the bed. His fingertips graze up my body, starting about mid-calf and on top of the sheet. Even with the material between us, I can feel the heat from his fingers. “You’re awake, guess I won’t be waking you up with my mouth on your clit.”
“Would you like me to pretend to be asleep?” I ask, my sass coming out strong tonight.
He chuckles, and I can feel those vibrations in my core. “Oh, sweetheart,” he says, running his fingertips along my cheek before they pass over my bottom lip. “No pretending will be happening in this room tonight. Just you, me, and every dirty, delicious thing I can think of to put our bodies through,” he tells me before he braces each of his arms on either side of me as his mouth claims mine in one hell of a demanding kiss. His tongue presses into my mouth as he takes complete control, not that I am fighting him for it tonight. I do not mind playing submissive to him, I trust him to never do something that would hurt me.
“Hmmm, you are naked,” he hums against my lips. “My favorite way to find you in my bed,” he tells me as he stands up again and quickly strips until he is naked himself. I watch as he palms his cock, giving it a few strokes. I lick my lips just thinking about sucking him deep into my throat. I love the power that it gives me to feel him come undone and knowing that I am the one doing that to him. It is a rush I never expected to feel until I experienced it with Justin.
“What are you going to do about it?” I ask him. His hand ghosts down my body, now exposed as he pushed the sheet out of the way. He grabs hold of my hips and maneuvers my body until my ass is on the edge of the bed. He sinks down to his haunches and throws my legs over his shoulders, his mouth quickly descending onto my center. The wicked things he does with his tongue have my body singing his praises as I arch off the bed. He releases my clit, and I cannot help but whimper at the loss of stimulation. I was on the edge of coming, but he has purposely backed off my orgasm, I am sure of it. “Don’t tease me,” I whine.
“I’ll tease you all I want,” he says, dragging the tip of his tongue from my opening, up my slit, and around my clit.
“Fuck!” I call out. “Do that again,” I instruct, and thank the lord he actually listens to my request. He follows it up by slipping two fingers inside me, stretching me as he plunges his fingers in and out. I can hear as his fingers slide around, thanks to how wet I am. I am a little surprised that my body is strung so tightly, espec
ially after my bath orgasm.
“That’s it, baby, give it to me,” he coaxes as he builds me right back up to the edge. This time he does not back off. He continues to fuck my pussy with two fingers as he sucks my clit again between his lips, flicking it relentlessly until I am screaming his name out, my legs clamping around his head. He wastes no time, pulling his fingers from me and reaching for a condom, rolling it on quickly before thrusting into me until he is balls deep.
“Yes!” I cry out in ecstasy.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Justin grunts as he thrusts at an erratic pace, not letting up even with my body spasming around his cock. He latches on to my neck, sucking hard, hard enough that I’m sure he’ll leave a hickey mark. “Shit!” he growls in my ear. “I’m going to come,” he says as he thrusts one last time before I can feel him filling the condom. He stills above me, his forehead resting on the bed just above my shoulder. His body is trembling as he sucks in deep breaths. I can feel the pounding of his heart against my chest, and it matches my own erratic heartbeat.
“Welcome home,” I whisper once I have caught my own breath and started to come down from my release high.
“Fuck, I’ll leave more often if this is the welcome I get when coming home.” He chuckles then kisses my temple. “I love you,” he says sweetly before brushing his lips over mine.
His words settle into my heart, stitching that little crack that formed this morning. The one that I brought upon myself, but nonetheless needed stitching back together, and this man was exactly what I needed. My center clenches around his semi-hard cock that is still deep inside me. His words have me ready to go again.
Without words, he pulls out, and I whimper at the loss. He pulls off the used condom and goes to reach for another one. “Don’t,” I boldly tell him, reaching for his hand. “I don’t want anything between us, not now, not ever.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, stroking his cock a few times as he watches me closely.
“Positive. I love you, and you love me. Make love to me, Justin.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says before motioning for me to move up the bed. He follows me up the center. Once I am settled, he places a kiss just above my center then kisses his way up my body. Nipping and sucking his way slowly, finally reaching my breasts, where he sucks one nipple then the other into his mouth, all while rolling the other between his fingertips. By the time he reaches my lips, I am on fire and ready for whatever he has planned next.
He pulls my left leg up and over his hip, lines his cock up with my entrance, and slowly pushes in. He watches as his cock disappears inside of me, only to pull out and do it again. The slowness drives me fucking insane. The feel of his cock bare and inside of me is intoxicating. “You feel amazing,” he tells me, starting to slowly speed up his thrusts. I pull his face to mine, plunging my tongue into his mouth until we are so completely lost in each other that we both fall apart and over the orgasm cliff together.
Justin rolls off me, taking me with him as he does so. I can feel his release start to slide out of me, and it is such a weird feeling. I have obviously never had sex without a condom since this is our first time doing so. “Let me get you a towel to clean up with,” he says, kissing my cheek before he gets up to grab one from the bathroom. He comes back a moment later, a warm wet washcloth in his hand. He gently wipes everything up then tosses the towel toward the laundry basket, missing it entirely as it plops onto the floor.
He hovers over me, locking his eyes with mine. The silent conversation flowing between the two of us right now has tears springing to my eyes.
“Why the tears, baby?” he whispers, breaking the silence between us.
“They’re good tears,” I tell him. “This just all feels so big and important.”
“It is,” he agrees with me, dropping his lips back to mine. “No one else I’d rather do this with. Thank you for being by my side, being my backbone when I needed one the most. Everything that you do to take care of Evie and me, I could never repay you for that. The way that you love her unconditionally, as if she was your own. That means more to me than you’ll ever know.”
“I do love her, both of you,” I tell him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He lies on his side, propped up with one arm. He cups my cheek with his other hand, wiping at the tears sliding down.
“We should get some sleep. It’s been one long-ass day.”
“I agree. I’m exhausted, especially now,” I tell him, snuggling into his side once he’s settled into his spot on the bed. “Love you,” I whisper just before I fade off to sleep.
Nineteen
Justin
I wake up to an empty, cold bed and sun shining in through the windows. I pull on some clean boxers and shorts after using the bathroom, and make my way out to the kitchen, where I find my two favorite girls dancing around as Riley waits for the coffee to brew and an egg to cook she has on the stove. I stand back, lean against the doorframe, and just watch the two of them.
If I were a stranger looking in the windows, I would never guess that I was not looking in on a mother and her daughter. It makes me hurt slightly for Evie that she does not have the opportunity to have this kind of bond with her birth mother. But on the other hand, the relationship that she has with Riley is special, all in its own right.
“Holy shit, you scared me,” Riley exclaims as she spins around and sees me. The move makes Evie laugh and kick her legs in excitement. She sees me, and her entire face lights up.
“Hey, baby girl,” I greet her, closing the distance between us. I reach out and take Evie from Riley’s arms as she leans for me at the same time.
“Dadadada…” she babbles, and I drink it all in, kissing her cheeks.
“That’s right, Evie. Dada is home,” I say, blowing a raspberry in the crook of her neck. She flings her head back as she laughs. Her little chubby hands rub my cheeks as she moves in to try and bite my nose. “Don’t bite Daddy,” I tell her firmly.
“Dadada,” she screeches once again, and I can’t help but laugh at her excitement.
“How are you this morning?” I ask Riley, tugging her closer to me so I can kiss the corner of her mouth.
“Good.” She flashes me a sweet smile before turning back to her breakfast on the stove. The toaster pops up at that moment, shocking Evie in my arms.
“Has she eaten yet?” I ask as I walk over to the highchair.
“Nope, I was waiting until my food was done so we could eat at the same time. Do you want to feed her?”
“Yep. What’s for breakfast today?” I ask Evie.
“I’ve got oatmeal and some banana I was going to cut up in small pieces for her. She really likes trying to pick up little pieces and feed herself. Now, if those bites actually make it into her mouth, is another story,” Riley tells me. “Do you want some breakfast?” she asks as she plates her toast and egg.
“I can make something in a little bit. Sit and eat while your food is hot.”
“Okay,” she says as she pours a cup of coffee and grabs her plate to join us at the table. I stir Evie’s oatmeal together and cut up the banana Riley had peeled and ready.
“Open up!” I tell Evie as I zoom in the first bite of oatmeal like the spoon is an airplane. She excitedly kicks her legs and smacks the tray of her highchair with her hands as the spoon gets closer to her mouth. I sneak it in, successfully getting it all into her mouth.
The next ten or so minutes pass by in the exact same way. I feed Evie her entire breakfast, stopping when she wants to attempt to get a bite of banana into her mouth. It is quite comical to watch her smear it all over her face sometimes, and then how proud she is when she gets it into her mouth.
“What’s on the agenda for today?” Riley asks once she is finished with her breakfast.
“I’ve got the entire day off, so I’m at your disposal.”
“Mhmm,” she hums, winking at me.
“Not around the baby,” I joke, attempting to cover Evie’s eyes. “I need to get in and get
my hair cut, but besides that, I’m at your mercy.”
“I was thinking of a walk to the park, maybe before lunch and naptime. While Evie’s napping, you can go get your hair cut. Then maybe we can get together with Derek and Jillian for dinner?”
“Sounds like the perfect family day,” I say and see how she stiffens slightly. Shit, does she not see that is precisely what we are becoming?
“I agree!” she says, quickly allowing that apprehensiveness to roll off.
“Let me text my guy and see if he can get me in this afternoon, then,” I tell her, grabbing my phone and shooting off the text.
“Are you ready?” I call into the bedroom, where Riley is just finishing up getting ready for the day. I took over baby duty, allowing her to go shower by herself without having to rush while Evie played in the jumperoo inside the bathroom. I got her all cleaned up from the mess she made at breakfast and dressed for the day. With Daddy dressing her, I make sure her shirt is one of the many that proclaim her as a daddy’s girl.
“Almost!” she calls back. I put the sandals on Evie’s feet that Riley picked out for her a few weeks ago.
“Ready for the park, baby girl?” I ask my daughter as I hold her up over my head as if she is a helicopter. All I get in return are some slobbery, smiles.
I love how lively she is starting to get. How much her little personality is coming out as every day passes. It still boggles my mind how Erica could just give this up. She still hasn’t tried to contact me, and I have to wonder if she ever will. Once the courts awarded me with full custody, I worried less that she would just swoop in as quickly as she did before, but this time to try and take her from me.
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