by Claire Adams
Eager to make my boys happy, I planned to cook something extra special. An old recipe my mom used to make for the holidays. It was a little lavish, but it would be worth it. After getting it all together, I poked my head into Vince’s room and let out a soft sigh. The little guy was on his back, his arms and legs spread out across the bed. He was so freaking precious.
The delicious aroma of the dish baking in the oven lingered around the house. My mouth watered and stomach grumbled as I breathed in deeply and walked back into the kitchen.
Just as I took the baked French toast from the oven, I heard someone approaching. Vince came to the kitchen, his hair a mess and his eyes sleepy from just waking up. He was rubbing his eyes when I looked at him. His cute little mouth popped opened in surprise. He shook his head and wiped his eyes again as if trying to shake off the remnants of a dream.
“Kylie?” His little voice broke, killing me.
“Is that how you welcome me back to your house, little superhero?” I opened my arms and knelt down, getting ready for a warm reunion.
“No way!” he screamed happily, his little arms flung open as he ran to me and jumped into my arms. “Are you done with your work, Kylie? Are you finally coming back? Daddy said you were working a lot, but, man, did I miss you so much.”
“Yes, I’m coming back. I won’t ever leave you again, Vince. I missed you so much. Thanks for taking care of your daddy for me.” I kissed his cheek and memorized the moment as he clung to me, snuggling against my neck.
“Looks like I’m late for breakfast.” Hunter came to the kitchen to witness our blissful reunion. “Smells delicious, baby.”
“Dad!” Vince wiggled out of my arms and ran to his father, dragging him back toward me and wrapping his arms around both of our thighs. “We are finally complete again! I am so happy!”
I pulled apart from the embrace, recalling what I was cooking. “Since I missed you two, I’m treating you as the kings of this house. I’ll serve you with the best breakfast ever. Just sit and relax. I’ll set up the table for the first meal of the day.”
I finished my dish and prepared the table as they watched me with curiosity. It made me feel pretty, important, loved.
“This woke me up! This smell!” Vince was exclaiming his joy upon seeing the gooey baked French toast.
Hunter chuckled. “Vince, calm down. You’re going to blow a gasket in that head of yours.”
“Sorry, Daddy. I just got too excited about my favorite dish. Everything’s our favorite!” The excitement in his expression and voice was unquestionable.
I laughed and took my seat between then. “Well, eat up and tell me what you’ve been up to this last week while I was working.”
Hunter slid his hand over the top of mine and squeezed my fingers, the thankfulness in his eyes unraveled me. He was beyond handsome and having thought that we were over before we really began was more than I could bear.
The meal went on with us listening to Vince’s stories. I’d missed this kid. After telling us how many books he finished reading and coloring, Hunter interrupted him.
“Buddy, are you up for a great fishing trip today?” Hunter asked.
Vince nodded with intense enthusiasm, eager to commit to his father’s plan. He turned to me, a big grin drawn on his innocent face. “I want all three of us to go back to the lake and fish. It’s one of my wishes, and now that Kylie’s back, it can finally come true again!”
I looked at Hunter while I held his son’s hand. I turned to Vince, reminding him of what I had said moments ago.
“Don’t worry, Vince. From now on, we can go to the lake and fish anytime you want. I’m sorry I was gone. I’ll make it up to you and your Dad. You two are the most important men in my life.”
He was grinning at me, his face lit up in happiness. I did not know if the kid understood the depth of my words, but I knew Hunter did.
He looked at me with a contented smile, a sweet, satisfied one that melted my heart. “And you’re the most important thing in ours.”
*
After the three of us cleaned up the kitchen and prepared for the fishing trip, we got on the road and headed to the lake. I sat in the passenger’s seat, Vince insisting on me sitting beside his father. He was grinning brightly all throughout the journey, very much energized about what the day was to offer now that we were all back together again.
“Daddy, can you turn on the radio?”
“Yep. Here’s your favorite station.” Hunter reached up and turned on the radio, sneaking a glance my way and smiling like he liked what he saw.
Lust raced through me. I’d forgiven him completely. It was a misunderstanding, and he was scared. Of course, he acted like an ass. Anyone would.
In a few seconds, Hunter’s songs serenaded the entire car. Unexpected as it was, his playlist included some oldies country love songs. It felt light and renewed.
I could hear Vince humming over the chorus, listening to the beautiful song on the speakers. I looked out at the window, enjoying the beauty of the skies and nature all around us.
Just when I was indulging over the picturesque view of our hometown, I felt Hunter’s hand touch mine. His warmth tingled my skin, waking me up from the long dream I’d had. He was the vibrant sun that lit up my days, giving me a new reason to live and love life.
I turned and stared at his handsome face and found him smiling from ear to ear. Despite his eyes on the road, I could feel his attention on me. The way he held my hand, there was something different about it, something possessive.
When we reached the lake, Vince got out of the car with a happy yelp. He ran toward the dock, his arms opened, yelling and scaring the birds and ducks around the dock.
We laughed, and Hunter moved to the trunk to get everything out. We walked side by side, watching the bright sky and the clear lake surrounding us. Vince was beaming at us, waving his hand up in the air for us to come and join him.
“Let’s go, slow pokes!” He laughed and bounced on his feet.
“Some of us are getting old, thank you very much.” Hunter glanced over at me and released my hand to press his fingers into my lower back. He moved closer, and his hand slid down a little, his fingers brushing over the top of my ass. “I missed you so much. You know how hard it was to be a gentleman last night while you slept in my arms?”
I turned to face him and smiled. “Maybe you shouldn’t have been.”
He growled, and I laughed, turning to Vince and walking out on the pier with him.
As Hunter and Vince began their fishing bonanza, I decided to take pictures of the moment. I did not bother to tell them that I was taking photos. Natural, stolen moments were the best memories captured and recalled back after days passed.
Hunter noticed me holding my phone and taking pictures of them. He held his fishing rod up and rested it on the dock, turning his attention to me. “Hey, Miss Paparazzi, who said you could take pictures of us here? That’s illegal.” He stood up and chased me, his hands covered in worm guts and smelling like fish.
I pocketed my phone as he approached, raising my hands in front of me to shove him away. He was undaunted, eager to catch me in his arms. “You’re not going anywhere, Miss Kylie Tomms.”
I laughed as I ran as fast as I could.
He was faster than me, chasing me with a determination that felt almost predatorial. It turned me on far more than it should have.
Soon enough, Hunter’s arms surrounded me, successful in arresting me for taking stolen photos. His hands were on my waist, holding me tight so as not to let me go. Vince was laughing at us, entertained by the childish game we were playing. I turned to face Hunter, my eyes staring at him.
“I told you, miss. You’re not going anywhere.” He was smirking at me. I pretended to struggle like I wanted to escape his hold on me. Vince was happily watching us, enjoying the chemistry and sweet nothings the two of us shared.
“You’re a tough one to beat, Hunter.” I tickled him on his sides, which gained me an
escape route. I victoriously freed myself from his hold, running toward Vince to seek support from him.
“I have the super boy with me. You can’t beat us.” I embraced Vince as we watched him walk toward us. He leaped at us, embracing us close to him. Vince began to tickle his Dad, using his tiny fingers to make his father laugh.
“Okay, I give up!” Hunter raised his arms as he laughed heartily, retreating from Vince’s secret weapon. “I can’t beat this kid!”
We laughter as Hunter cringed. “I told you, Dad. We’re here to protect Kylie, even from each other.”
The little boy’s words raced down into my heart, healing me completely. I smiled and reached out to ruffle his hair. “Thank you, Vince. You’re my hero.”
“All right, you saps. Let’s fish.” Hunter nodded toward the dock and walked back out, leaving us staring at each other. We shared a laugh and followed his lead.
The three of us sat on the dock like little kids having fun under the sun. Hunter wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer toward him. I looked into his eyes until I heard a phone camera snap, capturing a photo.
I turned my attention toward Vince who was holding his father’s phone. He took a photo of us without me knowing it. Hunter winked at his son, approving his move as a job well done. Vince showed the photo to us, proud of the product of his new found skill.
“You guys look so happy.” He handed me the phone. “Like a family.”
“Because we are one.” Hunter smiled down at me and touched my face. “I’m in love with this pretty girl, Vince. What do you think about that?”
“I like it, just don’t—”
Hunter leaned down and kissed me as Vince groaned in disgust and finished his sentence.
“Just don’t kiss her. Jeez, Dad. Don’t you know girls have cooties? Even our Kylie.”
I laughed and kissed him again. “You are taking a risk, Mr. Yonnie.”
“Yeah, and I’ll do it every day for the rest of my life if it means being with you.” He kissed me again, and the world felt right.
Chapter 37
Hunter
I opened my eyes to see Kylie sleeping beside me; her hand placed over my chest. Her head was resting on my arm, locking me to stay beside her until she woke up. I stared at her face, trying to figure out why a woman like her would welcome me back in. She was breathtaking and caused my body to harden as I held her.
While her eyes were closed, I took advantage of the situation. I planted a kiss on her forehead, gently caressing her face while she was dreaming. She moved a little and smiled, enjoying the touch of my skin on hers. I watched her long, thick lashes flutter a little every time she moved; her tender, soft lips parted a little while she drifted off again.
As much as I wanted to lie in bed all day and watch over my beautiful nymph, I needed to get up and get things going. Careful so as not to wake her, I moved to lift her head and sat up. I grabbed my shirt and went downstairs, taking the initiative to prepare breakfast.
The night before was incredible. The three of us spent the whole evening watching movies and eating popcorn on the couch. Kylie dozed off somewhere around the third movie, and I carried her upstairs, lamenting the fact that we wouldn’t be making love. Soon.
While I cooked breakfast, I heard someone coming down from the kitchen to sit and watch me cook from the barstool. I turned around and found that it was Kylie. Her hair was all messed up, but she still looked like a goddess.
“Looks like a mother bird created a nest on your head,” I teased her, enjoying her pretty smile almost too much. She rolled her eyes in reply, standing up and walking toward the fridge to get something. She wore a pair of loose, comfy pajamas with a polar bear print all over it. Her childish taste was amusing, but her body was anything but funny. Thick hips and a beautiful ass that caused my body to burn with lust.
I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her. When she turned around, I smiled and turned my attention back to the stove.
“Mind if I watch you cook?” She hopped up onto the counter next to me, her nipples in tight buds that pressed through her tank top.
“Not at all.” I reached over and touched her face as I leaned down and kissed her. “You cold or turned on?”
“Both?” She smiled and brushed her fingers down the side of my face. “I woke up last night and thought about crawling on top of you.”
I ran my hand down her chest and squeezed her ample breast. “You should have. Don’t deny yourself again.” I licked my lips. “Don’t deny me.”
“Okay,” she whispered seductively, and I gave the idea of breakfast a second thought. Maybe getting back in bed would be a better way to start the day. “I’ll get the table set.”
Before I could object, she hopped down and walked away. I ran my hand over my thick erection and took a shaky breath. Tonight had to be the night, if not sooner. I’d thought about making love to her more times than I cared to admit, even to myself. Now that she was mine again, it was time to make good on my promise to myself. To love her like crazy.
I carried on with my task, cooking the brunch we should feast upon for today. Not long after, I managed to finish preparing a simple yet delicious meal for us. Kylie woke Vince up as soon as I announced that it was all done.
Vince was up in a good mood today, his energy vibrant and sunny. I guessed it was the best time to tell them about the plans I had for the day.
“Kylie, I talked to Nana yesterday and asked her a favor.” I looked at Vince who knew the plan all along. I had told him yesterday while Kylie was busy catching her first fish. He was totally supportive of the plan, seeing it as a chance for us to get along more.
“What is it?” She looked at me with surprise in her eyes and stopped eating. Her brows were crooked with a baffled expression.
“I asked for her to watch Vince today. She said she was more than happy to have him around. She missed spending time with him. She even said she would give him more books to read.” I winked at Vince who had a big grin on his face. He loved the idea of giving us some private time alone, as well as the suggestion of visiting Nana again.
“Oh, is that so? What do you plan on doing tonight, then?” Her clear blue eyes bore into me, stealing my heart. Her beauty was illuminating, evident despite her messy hair and bare face. She was the most enticing woman I’d ever known, and she was somehow mine.
“I plan on taking you out for dinner. No excuses. You’re going.” I was a little arrogant, but she blushed in return, so all was right with the world.
“Well, then I guess I’m left with no choice.” She shrugged and smiled at me.
I lifted a hand toward Vince, offering him a high five. Thankfully, he didn’t leave me hanging as he received it with a resounding clap.
We finished the rest of the meal with Vince continuing to tell Kylie the stories he had read. I heard a work here and there, but it was hard to keep up. My mind was lost in the thought of how to make the night perfect for my girl. I had a lot of making up to do with her.
And it started tonight.
*
After I had taken Vince to Nana’s house, I returned home to pick Kylie up for our date. I was dressed in a more formal attire, a button down untucked shirt with a pair of black trousers.
I entered my house and settled on the couch. As I waited for Kylie, my head drifted in thoughts of the past few weeks. Our relationship was filled with shit and flowers, an odd combination of extremes at its finest. We had a roller coaster ride, and the peaks and lows had become unforgettable and life changing.
My day dreaming was soon interrupted by the sound of someone coming down from the stairs. I anticipated Kylie’s entrance as I fixed my gaze toward the living room. My heart stopped as she came into the room. The most beautiful creature I had seen to date walked toward me, her body the stuff of wet dreams, her heart the kind a man could cherish forever.
The black dress she wore fit her snuggly, accenting her curves beautifully. It’s like the damn thing was h
andmade for her. The low cut on her neckline allowed me a peek at her supple breasts. Her figure-hugging dress made her more enticing and captivating. No doubt all the people would turn their heads to snatch a second look on my sensual girl.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” She came closer, standing near the couch where I sat. I stood up to meet her. I offered my arm, which she accepted. My eyes were fixated on her, still mesmerized by her beauty.
“You look wonderful tonight.” I took a shallow breath and touched her face before leaning down and kissing her softly. “Have I told you how sorry I am today?”
She laughed. “No, but stop saying it. I forgive you. It’s over. Seriously.”
I nodded. Her angelic face had minimal makeup, but she looked perfect without it. Only her lips were stained with a light pink gloss, drawing my attention to them and promising so much more than I deserved.
“All right. Let’s get out of here.” I took her hand and walked her to the car, staring her down the entire time. We drove across town to the restaurant where we had our first date. As I expected, everyone looked at her with admiring eyes. I was too lucky to have the most magnificent and attractive woman on my arm that night.
We were welcomed by the waiter with the menu. After we had picked out our meals, I stared at her with impassioned eyes. I reached for her hand and squeezed it, holding her tight and not wanting to let go.
“Kylie.” Her eyes were on mine, reflecting the same passion as mine showed hers. “I can’t thank you enough.”
She raised her brows, waiting for my further words. I smiled instead, amused by the beauty she possessed. “For what?”
I caressed her hand as I stared back into her eyes. “For coming into our lives. You don’t know how happy Vince and I are. You complete the missing pieces of our hearts.”
She blushed once again. I loved how her cheeks turned red. “You don’t have to thank me. You and Vince complete me too. I was lonely before we got together, and when I thought it was over,” she paused, and tears filled her eyes, “I didn’t know what I would do. I think I fell in love with you a long time ago, but having it all come together was a dream. Is a dream.”