DILF DIARIES_Oh Baby

by Stephanie St. Klaire

  “Hey, Jack?”

  “Yeah? You okay?” he asked, worry in his words.

  “No,” she said.

  He moved to his knees, concern washing over him as he looked her over. “What’s wrong? Do you need another ice pack? Did I wrap it too tight?”

  “Not at all.” Her voice came with a sultry rasp. “My ankle already feels better. It’s me you have wound so tight.”

  Relaxing a bit, he moved closer. “Oh?”

  Jack pulled Jules under him, mindful of her injury, and asked, “Are firefighters trained to handle that? Do you know how to fix that ache?”

  He let out a guttural sound that was primal, hungry. “God, you’re beautiful. I can make it all feel better.”

  He took his time, appreciating her body, exploring her top to bottom, making slow, smoldering love to her all. Night. Long.

  Suddenly, her ankle didn’t hurt anymore.

  CHAPTER 11

  With the neighborly battles behind them, Jules and Jack were getting along quite nice as a couple. Nothing had really changed between them over the past months, yet everything had. Especially the part where they had sex. Lots of really hot, ball-busting, screaming-steamy sex.

  Both were off work, relaxing, enjoying the hot summer days quickly nearing fall. It was late afternoon, and the sun was starting to make its western fall when a loud bang came at the door.

  “Are you expecting anyone?” Jules asked.

  “No,” Jack answered. “That sounded—”

  Jules finished his thought for him. “Official?”

  Jack went to the door, and Jules followed, Ramsey on her hip.

  “Jesus, took you long enough. It’s hotter than hell’s balls out here, and at my age, that’s at least twenty degrees hotter for me than you.” Marty pushed her way past the couple, fanning herself with the visor she just took off.

  “Sorry to have left you waiting.” Jack shrugged, not sure why Marty was there to begin with.

  Marty reached for the baby. “Hand the ankle biter over and go get ready.”

  “Um,” Jules looked between Jack and Marty, “is there something I’m missing here?”

  Jack shrugged again, wondering if Marty had finally flown over the coocoo nest.

  “You’re going out. You two need a break. You’ve been playing house long enough. Time for a proper date.”

  “Oh. Well. I guess we could…” Jack started.

  “Go get ready, blondie. You have a reservation at that hoity toity place downtown in a little over an hour. So, gussy up. Nothing trampy. It’s a classy place.”

  “Hoity toity, huh?” Jack chuckled.

  “Yeah, you know the place. That’s literally the name.”

  “Oh, you mean Swanky Table.”

  “Same thing. You’re wasting time. Get to it.”

  Looking at one another, Jules and Jack shrugged and followed orders. They hadn’t spent any time together, alone, away from the house and the baby. Perhaps they were doing this dating thing wrong, but it worked for them. Marty’s offer, however, was nice, and a change of pace they wouldn’t turn down.

  Jules came out of the room, dressed and ready first. She was coaxed by the overwhelming smell that was undeniably Marty’s famous cornbread.

  “You’re baking cornbread!” she said, making her way to the open kitchen that flowed into the family room.

  “What was your first clue? The mixer and messy bowl, or the delicious aroma?”

  Jules laughed. Marty came off as rude, but it meant she liked you. When she didn’t like you, she didn’t speak to you at all.

  Jules peeked in the oven and promptly had her hand swatted away. “You’re going to ruin it before it has a chance. Never open the oven mid-bake. Do you hate food or something?”

  “No, I just wanted a peek. It smells so good,” Jules said, slowly sniffing the air.

  “It’ll be here when you get back. Now, get out of here,” Marty demanded.

  “One day, I will get that recipe out of you,” Jules teased.

  “Oh, for heaven’s sake. I just can’t do this anymore to you.” Marty stepped to the other side of the counter where her oversized canvas tote full of who knew what rested. She looked over her shoulder before pulling it open and revealing the contents to Jules while giving her a daring look that said she knew how to hide bodies.

  Jules gasped, hands over her mouth, then she began to giggle. “A box mix? Your famous cornbread is a…box mix?”

  “The cheap box mix, no less. I just add honey, lots of honey — no one’s the wiser.” She shrugged. “Tell a soul and—”

  Jules’ hands went up in surrender. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

  Jack entered the room, nose in the air, sniffing. “Do I smell cornbread, Marty?”

  “Wow, Captain Obvious. What gave it away? The smell of cornbread? Or maybe the smell of…cornbread?”

  Jack walked up next to her for a quick side hug and kissed the top of her head. “You’re spoiling us. Be careful, we might get used to all this.”

  A small grin was aching to breach the corners of Marty’s mouth. She enjoyed this, but she quickly reeled it in and fired back in true Marty fashion. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just feel sorry for you. Next time, I’m charging — and I don’t come cheap. Just ask half the guys down at the senior center.”

  Jules sprayed water from her mouth, half choking from Marty’s deadpan of a zinger.

  “What? I may be a widow, but I’m still a woman. And that government pension’ll barely buy birdseed when I retire.”

  “Okay then,” Jack laughed. “TMI. I think that’s our cue to leave.”

  “Ya think? I’ve been saying get out of here for nearly an hour,” Marty scolded. “You’re going to be late and screw everything up. Skedaddle.”

  On that note, they left. They were going on their first real date.

  The night wore on, and the couple took their time with every course from appetizer to dessert, just talking and enjoying their time together without pacifiers and dirty diapers. They had been a couple for a while, practically living together and sleeping together for months now, and in all that time, they hadn’t once gone out alone.

  They’d had their fair share of barbeques, which no longer included people they didn’t know or bimbos, and there were ample family outings. The Munoz family alone seemed to have a wedding, birthday, anniversary, baby shower, quinceanera, and so on every other weekend or so. They were a big family, and Jack, Jules, and Ramsey were now a part of that big family.

  Rosie claimed responsibility for their getting together. She thought it was all the food she brought Jules — most of which was still in Jules’ freezer — and the condiments and favorites she would seemingly leave at Jack’s in hopes Jules would come by for a bite. Marty called bullshit on Rosie’s claim. She was certain it was the cornbread and tough love talk.

  Once enemies, now lovers and best friends. Who knew what the future held for this couple? One thing was certain: two people couldn’t be any more different from one another, yet still be so right, so compatible, so good for each other.

  When the summer heat mixed with dancing became too much, the couple went to settle up so they could move on to the next part of their date, but found their bill was covered. The attendant wouldn’t say by whom, but they had to assume it was Marty.

  “Why would she do that?” Jules asked with surprise. “I mean, after all that talk about bad pension and not working for free, I’d just assumed she was on a tightly fixed income.”

  “Eh, I think half of what she says is bullshit and for dramatic effect, but I kind of thought the same,” Jack answered. “I think she likes to do nice things but doesn’t want anyone to ever accuse her of being nice.”

  Jules laughed. “She doesn’t talk about family much and I’ve never been brave enough to ask.”

  “We’re her family. The firehouse…that’s all she has. Here, anyway,” Jack went on. “Her only son lives on the other side of the country and works for his
in-laws who like to hoard him and his family.”

  “Grandkids?” she asked.

  “I think there are three or four now, but she only gets updates via Christmas cards really.”

  “No wonder she’s so…edgy.” Jules’ heart pinched for Marty.

  “You mean an asshole.”

  “She is kind of an asshole,” Jules chuckled, “but I wouldn’t want her any other way. I guess that makes sense of why she is the way she is.”

  “She doesn’t want to get hurt, I suppose.” Jack didn’t have to say anything more for Jules to read between the lines. He knew what it was like to keep people at arm’s length to preserve something inside. An unknown fact was Jules understood it too.

  She came from a broken family with high expectations and low reciprocation. Money ruins people, but not Jules. She left before it could ruin her.

  “You okay?” Jack asked, interrupting Jules’ thoughts.

  Whipping her head his way, she smiled, but didn’t say anything.

  “You got quiet all of a sudden.”

  “Oh, I was just thinking about Marty. Let’s make sure we include her more.” Jules knew what being alone was like and didn’t wish that on anyone.

  “Of course,” Jack said, grabbing for her hand as they left the restaurant.

  Waterfront park was stunning at night, especially during the summer. The yachts and boaters were out, live street music filled the air, and children played in the large fountains, even in the dark, washing away the day’s heat. Jack wrapped his arm across Jules’ shoulders and pulled her into him as they walked arm in arm a few blocks, content in each other’s embrace.

  “So beautiful,” he said as they sat on an empty bench facing the river.

  Jules agreed, sliding in next to him. “Yeah. It’s such a clear night, the stars and moon reflecting off the river…it’s breathtaking.”

  “I meant you. And yes, breathtaking adequately describes you, Jules.”

  Embarrassed, she looked to her folded hands in her lap.

  “You are. Everything about you,” he continued. “I don’t know how or why, but I thank those very stars,” he said, pointing to the sky, “for bringing me you.”

  She grinned as her eyes glistened with emotion. “Who would’ve thought I’d end up with Jack ‘The Pecker’ Decker?”

  “Hey, I landed Nurse Stick-Up-Her-Ass.”

  She guffawed and swatted at his arm. “You like my ass, Pecker.”

  “It’s a mighty fine ass.” He leaned in to kiss her, and Jules’ handbag began to vibrate. “That your nightstand buddy in there?”

  “Ha-ha. I threw him out. Seems I don’t need him anymore,” she laughed. “It’s just my phone.”

  “Leave it.” He pulled her mouth against his while his hand traveled up her thigh, disappearing under her skirt.

  She gasped, and breathlessly said, “Jack, there are people—”

  He shook his head and went back to what he was doing. “They’re all up on the boardwalk. They can’t see us or what we’re doing…so long as you play along right.”

  Peppering kisses down her neck, his hand slid higher. He stiffened when he reached the V at the top of her legs and grinned at finding her bare. “You naughty nurse. No panties. You wanted me to feel you up,” he said while he continued to stroke her.

  “Shut up and pay attention. Why do…you always…talk…so…much?” she scolded, dropping her head back with a silent moan while her knees fell apart, granting him better access.

  Keeping his right arm around her and his body turned toward her, he held his head up so no one above would be suspicious of their behavior. To the people on the boardwalk, it was just a couple talking by the river.

  Catching herself, Jules righted her head and faced forward, biting her bottom lip as Jack watched her reel in public pleasure. His dirty grin widened, and his strokes boldened, dipping into her, then out, taunting her with every single provocative touch.

  Her arm extended across the back of the bench, and grip tightened while she tried to control the urge to lift her ass from the seat, hungry for more pleasure. It was like she was trying to ride him back, all while sitting still. The pressure built, her breathing quickened, and her eyes fluttered open, then closed, until her body fell over the edge Jack pushed it to and jerked with every wave Jack drew from her.

  “Holy…shit,” she said, panting to catch her breath. “That was…”

  “Fucking hot,” Jack finished, shifting in his seat to relieve the pressure his now too tight pants were creating. “I could watch you come over and over, all night long, baby.”

  Jules grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet, dragging him to the tree farther down the grassy hill, near the river’s edge. It was darker, more secluded, and easier to hide.

  Jules pushed his back against the tree. Standing in front of him, she peeked around the broad trunk to see if anyone from the boardwalk above was watching or heading their way as she undid his pants. Hand on his shoulders, she pushed him down to the ground and straddled him.

  Her purse vibrated again, but they ignored it.

  “Jules…what — what are you doing?” Jack looked around while both excitement and trepidation danced in his eyes.

  “Shut up, Jack. There’s that talking thing again.”

  Jules reached into his pants, freed him from the constricting confines of his boxer briefs, and maneuvered herself over him, taking all of him in a single move.

  She released a pleased moan, and said, “Just finishing what you started.” And she began to ride him, slow and steady at first, not wanting to draw attention or be obvious should anyone walk into view.

  But when she was confident they were completely out of view, she picked up the pace, grinding and rolling her hips against him like a hooker on a speed date. She could hear her purse buzzing, but kept ignoring. When she felt him pulsing inside her, she fell over the edge of ecstasy again, this time with Jack.

  “Jesus…” he panted. “Just Jules is fine. Jesus is a little formal,” she said, tossing his own joke back at him.

  He lifted the back of her dress and smacked her bare ass. “Smartass.”

  “I’ve learned from the master.” She leaned down to kiss him.

  Her phone vibrated in her purse again, and Jack encouraged her to answer. “Somebody is really trying to get ahold of you. What if it’s work? Maybe you should answer.”

  “Work will get along without me. If it were something important, like about Ramsey, your phone would be ringing.”

  “True.” Jack’s hands went to his chest, feeling for his phone in his shirt pocket. “You’re right. It’s been awfully quiet. Marty must’ve threatened the guys at the station and told them not to call for anything.”

  When he didn’t feel his phone, his search became more urgent. “Shit, I think I left my phone in the truck.”

  Jules reached for her bag and dumped the contents to find her phone quickly before they missed the call while he straightened his…attire, but she was too late.

  “Oh my God. There are several texts and missed calls, but I don’t recognize any of the numbers. Wait, there’s even a text from Jase. That’s…odd.”

  Clicking at her screen, the message loaded, and her eyes went wide.

  “What is it?” Jack asked.

  “Felix is looking for you.” She handed her phone to Jack, and he scrolled through the texts, then the missed calls.

  “That’s his number that’s been trying to call. Something must be wrong.” He hit the highlighted number and it dialed Felix while Jack switched to speakerphone so a concerned Jules could hear too.

  “Hey, man,” Felix said in a near whisper. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling you all night.”

  “Sorry. My phone is in my truck.”

  “Yeah, I had to call Dr. Dick.” Jules gasped at the pet name the guys shared for Detweiler, earning an apologetic smile from Jack. Oops. “I thought it would be faster to get her number that way, but he was a real prick an
d wouldn’t give it to me. Probably because I said she was with you. He seems real butt hurt over that.”

  “Munoz, cut to the chase. Jules is on the line too,” Jack said.

  “Oh. Shit. Sorry, Jules.”

  Jules shrugged as if Felix could see her. “No problem. He is kind of a dick, so…”

  “What’s going on? What’s so urgent?” Jack asked again, nerves getting the better of him.

  “Everything’s…fine. Ramsey is fine,” Felix continued.

  Jack jumped to his feet, panic creeping in. “Cut the shit, Felix.”

  “You need to get home, man. Marty called me. There’s a…guest. She wants to talk to you…about the baby,” Felix went on.

  Jack shook his head, trying to figure out who could be there for the baby. “What? Who?”

  “Just get here, man. This isn’t going away. I’ll stay. I need to get back inside. Marty’s alone with her and has that look in her eye,” Felix said.

  “We’re on our way.”

  CHAPTER 12

  Silence filled the truck during the twenty-minute drive that felt like hours through downtown traffic.

  “Who the hell could be there about the baby?” Jack questioned.

  “I’m sure it’s nothing. You’re her father. It’s on her birth certificate and been proven with DNA. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” Jules didn’t feel good about what was going on, but she didn’t let on. “Maybe it’s just something…to make it official.”

  “Official? This late at night?” Jack replied. “You heard Felix. Something is wrong. He said ‘she,’ and that Marty was giving her the eye. That’s not a social call, Jules. Or anything official.”

  “Well, let’s not worry until we have to. Just focus on getting us there safely. Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it together, Jack.”

  He nodded and reached for her hand as he got them home as quickly as he could. When they pulled up to his house, there was a newer sedan parked at the curb neither of them recognized.

  Passing through the entry, they came across Felix, in uniform, standing with his arms crossed and policing a stare down between Marty and a chestnut-haired woman whose back was to them.