My father comes outside smiling. “Isn’t this the coolest tent you’ve ever seen?” he asks me, ducking to go inside and lie on the bed in the ‘master’ bedroom. “Joanne, this bed is amazing,” he says.
My mother drags the girls away from the tent to go inside and eat, where they hurry up so they can go back outside to sit in the tent. “I don’t think they are going to leave that tent today,” Samantha says, watching them walk outside, or rather run.
“Good, then my plan worked,” my mother says smiling. “Why don’t you two go and have alone time?”
Samantha looks at me. “That sounds amazing,” she says, “but I couldn’t burden you with them.”
“Burden us?” my father says. “Did you see that tent? It’s a condo.” He puts his elbows on the table. “Plus, she bought a television to put in there, and she has Netflix fired up.” He points at my mother.
“I haven’t had a Netflix and chill,” she says, putting up her hands, “well, since ever.”
“Mom, you know that’s code for sex, right?” I tell her, and she looks at me shocked while Samantha looks down and laughs.
“It is not.” She looks horrified. “Who made that up?” she asks.
“Probably the guy who wanted to watch television and have sex,” my father points out to her.
“Are you guys sure?” Samantha asks. “What if they get scared or on your nerves?”
“If they want to come home at any time, I will bring them to you in a heartbeat, and if you can’t sleep without them, you are more than welcome to come here and sleep in the spare bedroom.”
“Okay,” she whispers. “If it’s okay with them, I’m okay leaving them.”
My mother cheers like she just won the Super Bowl, getting up and going outside to yell for the girls. “She said yes. She said yes.” She runs into the tent and then runs back inside. “Henry, quick, get the television, the kids want to watch Tangled. It’s about Rapunzel,” she says with her hands together in glee. “I’ll grab the popcorn.” She turns and gets the popcorn ready while Samantha and I go outside to see the kids.
“Are you guys sure you want to stay here?” she asks them, and they both yell yes from their “rooms.”
We kiss the girls goodbye and walk out of the backyard holding hands. “So …” I turn her to face me. “What do you want to do?”
She walks to me slowly, putting her hands around my neck and going on her tippy toes. “I want to go home with you, lock the door,” she leans in and whispers, “and make out with you.”
I moan in agreement, leaning down and kissing her lips. “That sounds like a perfect day.” We get in the car and head home.
I walk in the house first, tossing the keys on the entrance table. “There is something I need to do,” I tell her and then walk to the bedroom and come back with Frankie’s picture of us. Standing in the middle of the living room, Samantha looks at me and then at the picture in my hand. Her face falls a little, but she tries to recover. “I’ve always slept with this picture next to my bed,” I tell her, looking down at the picture in my hands. “It got to the point I couldn’t sleep without looking at it, and then slowly, it became better.”
“Blake.” She looks down and up again. “You don’t have to choose.” She wrings her hands. “I know that you will always love her.”
“I will,” I tell her, “forever.” I look down at Frankie’s smile. “But I found out that my heart is big enough to love more than Frankie,” I tell her, and she gasps. “My broken heart got slowly filled; it filled with a new love.” She looks at me, smiling, but the tears are flowing. “It filled with a love that seeped itself deeper than my soul; it’s in my bones.” I walk to the living room and place the picture on the table beside the couch. “It’s time for me to live again,” I tell her. “I need to live in the present and not the past.” I look at her. “You make me want not only the present but the tomorrows.”
I walk to her now, holding her face in my hands while she looks up at me with a smile and her face stained with tears. “I want to carry you to my bed and make love to you,” I tell her, kissing the one tear that is running down her face. “I want to cherish every single minute we have.” I kiss her other side. “I want to go to bed with you in my arms and wake up with you in the morning.” I kiss the side of her lips. “I want to fight with you.” I kiss the other side. “I want to make up with you.” I kiss the other side of her lips. “I want to make breakfast with you.” I kiss her lips softly. “Kiss the girls goodbye with you and then at night hold your hand while we watch television.” I kiss her again, her hands gripping my shirt on my sides. “I love you, Samantha.” I kiss her, this time my tongue licking her lips, and then her tongue is touching mine. Her hands move from my sides to my hands on her face, then they go to my neck as she pushes herself into me.
“I swore I would never love again,” she says when our lips separate. “I know it’s cliché to never say never, but I was so sure I would never want another man again. Not after everything I went through.” She shrugs her shoulders. “But then something shifted in me, like the whole universe was pushing me in this one direction, and that direction was you.” She looks down. “I reread all our text messages we’ve ever sent. At night if you didn’t call me, or in the morning after I put the kids on the bus. You were my lifeline, and you didn’t even know,” she whispers, “and then you took the broken in me and mended me.” She kisses me now. “My lifeline became my salvation.” She kisses me. “And my salvation became love.” She leans her forehead against my chest and then looks up again. “You, Blake Williams, are what fairy tales are made of.”
I lean down to kiss her, the softness still there, but the need more. I pick her up, and this time, she wraps her legs around my waist. Her hands wrap around my neck as I carry her to my bed. I place her down in front of the bed. My hand goes to her neck, her hand goes to the hem of my t-shirt. Lifting it up, she slowly inches it up, her hands on me, her soft touch giving me goose bumps. I watch her hand pull up my shirt until she pulls it over my head. Her fingers tracing down my chest.
My hands go to her button-down shirt now. One button at a time, her eyes are focused on my fingers till I get to the last one. I push the shirt off her shoulders and take a breath because she’s so perfect. I lean down, softly kissing all along her shoulder as her fingers rake through my hair.
I kiss her neck, my tongue now coming out to taste her. She moans and gives me more access to her, soft kisses savoring her till I nip her ear, my hands grasping her hips. Her hand leaves, going to my shoulder, down my arm, till she hits my waist. She moves her hand along my waist to the front, unsnapping the button. My hand holds her neck as I look down at her fingers working my zipper down. My chest rising and falling, my heart beats faster than before. Her hand slides inside the front of my jeans, cupping me. I hiss out at her touch while my hips thrust forward on their own.
My lips find hers as our tongues meet. When our mouths meet, our hands and fingers take in each other. One hand cups her breast while the other unsnaps the button to her jeans, and her tongue gets more aggressive once I pull the zipper down. I don’t leave her mouth while my hand turns and slides down her stomach, slowly sliding into her panties. My finger slips down, hitting her wetness, and my finger finds her clit. Her hips buck as she gasps and leaves my lips. “Oh my God,” she says as my finger enters her. My hand is constricted by her pants, but I get in there enough to move in and out, slowly. Her hips moving into my hand each time. She doesn’t just take me; she helps me.
“I need …” she whispers.
“What?” I ask her, kissing her neck, sucking it in. “What do you need?”
“I need you naked,” she says while her hand slips into my boxers, her skin on mine as she wraps her hand around my cock. “I need to feel you on me,” she says while she slowly thrusts her hips at my hand, mimicking the moves on me with her hand. “I…” She stops talking, and I feel she’s close because I can barely move my finger now. I close my eyes, tr
ying not to come too soon, but it may be a losing battle. “I just want you,” she says, her voice tapering off when she comes on my finger, her hands stop moving as she rides out her orgasm on my finger.
I take my hand out of her pants, watching her, and I put my finger in my mouth, her breath hitching. “Later,” I tell her, “I’m going to spend my time savoring you.” I make the promise, pulling her pants down her legs. She steps out of one leg and then the other. I kiss her hip, looking up at her, seeing her eyes on me. I pull her panties down, and if I thought she was perfect before, I was wrong because she isn’t perfect, she is magnificent. Her hands repeat the same things with me, pulling my pants down and then my boxers. My cock springs out, and I feel her leaning down to take my cock in her mouth, but I stop her. “If you put that sweet mouth on me, this is going to be over before we even know it.”
She smiles at me, wrapping her hand around my shaft. “Well, then later while you savor me, I’ll get my own taste.” My hands go to the back of her bra where I unclip it, and the straps fall down the sides of her arms and she lets it fall to the floor. My hands move on their own, cupping her breasts in my hands. Her nipples stiffen in my palm.
Her eyes close as I reach down and take one nipple in my mouth, sucking it deep while I roll the other. “Can we do all this,” she pants out, “later?”
I let her nipple go, stepping back to look at her. “Are we getting angsty?”
She walks around me now, going to the bed and climbing on top of it on her knees. “Are you going to join me?” she asks over her shoulder as I take in her perfect ass. I don’t think we are going to get any sleep.
I walk to my side table, taking out the condoms I bought last weekend. Her eyes widen at the sight of them. “I haven’t been with anyone except Eric,” she tells me, “and I got tested after he died.” She looks down and then up again. “I don’t want anything between us …” She then looks back down. “But I get it.”
I toss the condoms on the table and get on the bed on my knees, my hands cupping her face. “I would never take you without one unless you asked me to.”
“Then I’m asking you to,” she says. I lean down and kiss her, and we slide down. Facing each other, we kiss for what seems like hours but is just minutes. I roll her on her back, her legs opening for me.
“Put me in you,” I tell her when my forehead touches hers. She moves between us and grabs me, rubbing me through her slit, wetting me as she positions my cock at her entrance, and I slide in one fucking centimeter at a time, the wetness sucking me in. Our moans come out at the same time as she arches her back. I plant myself all the way inside. Her legs wrap around my hips as her hand rubs my back up and down. Our foreheads are pressed against each other as I make love to her. Slowly, her hips tilt back each time, taking me deeper and deeper, and then I can’t stop. I thrust harder and faster. Her eyes close as I feel her pussy getting tighter and tighter, our panting breaths coming faster and faster. Until I feel her come, her pussy so tight I don’t think I could come out, and I don’t. I plant myself inside her and come with a roar.
Samantha
Samantha
I’m lying on my stomach, my hands bent and under me when I feel soft kisses on my shoulder. Last night was hands down one of the best nights I’ve ever had. I moan as I stretch, feeling my body ache. I don’t think we slept more than an hour without waking up to feel each other. I woke up once with his mouth between my legs only to be flipped over and taken like that. I obviously had to one-up him, so he once woke up with me sliding down his cock. His hands gripped my hips so tight I might have his finger marks on me. Which makes me smile into the pillow.
“Morning,” he whispers from beside me, and I feel his hardness on my back, so I moan and arch my back up a little. His hand cups my breast as he rolls the nipple. He doesn’t say anything else; we don’t need words as he slides back into me. His mouth on my neck, he fills me over and over again. “Fuck,” he says right when we both come together.
“I need a shower,” I say once I can get my breathing under control.
“Oh, I can come and wash your back,” he says, laughing, and we walk to the shower together. Ninety minutes later, I sit at the table, my wet hair piled on my head, wearing his huge robe while he stands in the kitchen in his shorts making me breakfast. “You’re looking good there, Mr. Williams,” I say, hiding my smile behind my cup of coffee. He turns and looks over his shoulder with a smirk.
“I need food to keep up with you.” He laughs, and I just roll my eyes as the front door opens.
“Hello? Anyone home?” I hear Joanne as the girls come running into the room.
“Mommy!” They both run to me as I open my arms to them.
“Well, hello there.” I kiss them both on the head as I have one arm wrapped around each.
“Sorry,” Joanne says, coming into the kitchen. “I tried to stall them as much as I could.”
I shake my head and smile at her. She looks exhausted. “That’s more than okay. How was last night?”
“It was so much fun,” Daisy says. “Henry snores.”
We all laugh. “Does he?”
“Yup,” Daisy says, grabbing a piece of toast that Blake put down. He leans down, kissing the girls’ head.
“Did you guys sleep at all?” he asks the girls who now go sit on one of the chairs.
“They slept fine. I, on the other hand, was so worried,” Joanne says. “I just had this fear they would wake up and wander.”
“Well, thank you,” I tell her, “for everything.”
“Where is Dad?” Blake asks her.
“He’s taking the tent down,” she says. “Would you guys like to come over for dinner?” she asks us, and Blake just looks at me while Lizzie and Daisy both answer. “Yes.”
“Only if it isn’t too much trouble,” I tell her as she just looks at me and smiles.
“Never,” she says. “Now I’m going home to bake a pie.” She walks out, waving back to us.
“I’m going to lie down in my room,” Lizzie says, walking to her room, and I snap up and look at Blake to see if he caught that. He just smirks as he puts some eggs on my plate.
“Eat,” he says, bending to kiss me as I smile. “Daisy, you hungry?” He looks over at her, and she shakes her head.
“I’m going to my room too,” she says, walking away from the table.
“The kids seemed to be settled,” Blake says, sitting next to me. Taking my fork, I grab some eggs and put it on my toast. “I like it.”
I chew, looking at him. “Yeah?” I lean over to kiss him, brushing my thumb on his lips before I do. “I love you,” I tell him, and he smiles the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on him, and the smile remains until we load our car to go home.
He kisses the girls goodbye, and they mope to the car. He puts his hand in my hair, cupping my face. “You call me when you get in. I have work, so if I don’t answer, text me.” He kisses my lips soft, ever so fucking soft.
“I will,” I tell him and then get into the car and start driving home. The whole time, my heart is sad that I won’t be sleeping in his arms, sad that I won’t wake up to his smile, sad that the time just goes so fucking fast. “Did you guys have fun?” I ask them when I lower the volume of the movie they are watching.
“Yeah,” Lizzie says. “I don’t want to go home.”
I look ahead. “But it’s our home.” No one says anything, so I continue, “What would you guys think about moving?”
“I want to,” Daisy says.
“But you have all your friends at school and Grandpa and Grandma.”
“I made new friends,” she informs me.
“Did you?” I ask her, confused. “When?”
“Nanny took us to the park to play, and we made five friends.” She holds up her hand with her fingers separated. She always chooses the number five so she can hold up her fingers.
“Yeah,” Lizzie says. “Besides, I don’t want to see Grandma and Grandpa or Uncle Elliot.”
“Honey,” I start, “they love you.”
“But they don’t love you,” she says, looking out the window, and I drop the subject for a later date.
We get home, walking in and seeing the balloons still here but floating halfway. “Okay, girls, unpack your bags and put everything in the wash,” I tell them as they walk up the stairs, dragging their bags behind them. I walk into the kitchen to open the shades and then the window to let some fresh air in. I take my phone out and call him, but it goes straight to voicemail. “I’m home,” I tell him and then grab ingredients from the fridge to start dinner. I don’t want to be here; I hate being here.
We sit for dinner, and the girls are not themselves. Gone are the chatty girls, and in there place is Daisy, who said my cooking was boring, and Lizzie, who pushed the food around her plate. “Can we go back to Blake’s next weekend?” she asks, looking up.
“I’m sure we could ask. I think he is off.” I know he’s off because he refused to pack my bag to go home, saying I was just coming back anyway.
The week drags by, and the girls participate in our FaceTime conversations in the morning and at supper. We set him up on the table, and we tell him all about our day. The only time the girls perk up is on Thursday when they know we are leaving to go to Blake’s after school since they have no school on Friday.
As soon as we get there, Blake is sitting on the steps outside waiting for us. The kids are excited, yelling his name. He opens Daisy’s door first and takes her out, hugging her in his strong arms. He puts her down to hug Lizzie next, and they both walk inside to put their bags in “their” room. He doesn’t even blink an eye before grabbing my face and kissing me. “I missed you so much,” he says.
He kisses me until I run out of breath. “I missed you too,” I say as he puts his arm around my shoulder, and we walk inside.
The weekend just cements that this is where we are meant to be, especially after dinner on Friday night when Blake sits at the table and says, “So happy my girls are finally home.”
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