I go through the list of words, while he gets all but two of them right. “You know what I used to do when I got my words wrong? I’d write it out ten times,” I tell him, and he inwardly groans. “I know it sucks, trust me, but it worked. And you know what else? That’s going to be something you’ll be doing in hockey. Well, not the writing, but the repeating stuff over and over. It’s how you’ll train your muscles to memorize the movements of your plays. It’s the same idea with your spelling words, except instead of training your muscles, you’re helping your brain memorize the words through the repetition of writing them over and over.”
The comparison to hockey does the trick, and he nods his head as he starts writing the words. When he finishes, he says, “Okay, let’s try it again.” He grabs another piece of paper, and by the time we’re done, he has all the words memorized. He is so happy, he gives me a high five before running upstairs to tell his mom. Truth be told, I’m happy, too. It felt good that he asked for my help, and it felt even better when I saw how my efforts actually did help him.
I finally turn the television on and see that it’s almost nine p.m. I stretch out on the couch, waiting for Lauren to come down. When I hear her footsteps, I look up and what I see has me sitting straight up.
She is walking to me wearing a short, pink satin robe, which falls to just over her ass. Tied loosely at the waist, the middle gapes open, showing me that she isn’t wearing anything under it. She doesn’t say a word, just comes right to me, pushes me back against the couch cushions, and straddles me before she crushes her lips on mine. She slides her tongue into my mouth, her taste filling it.
She slowly starts to rock herself on me. My cock sprung to attention the minute she sat down and is now starting to throb. She finally peels her lips from mine. “You know what really turns me on?” She starts to unbutton my shirt. I’m looking inside her robe, which has fallen open further, showing me her bare breasts. My hand reaches in to cup one of her plump breasts as my thumb grazes over the peaked nipple.
“No fucking clue, but whatever I did, I’m going to do it again,” I say, leaning down, taking her other nipple in my mouth as she grinds down hard on my cock.
“You. Doing homework with Gabe, carrying Rachel on your shoulders. It was so hot, my pussy got wet just watching you.” She leans down to bite my nipple as a hiss comes out of my mouth.
I don’t have a chance to do anything else before she is off me, grabbing my hand and leading me upstairs to her room. I’m barely through the door when she closes and then locks it. She brings me to the bed, positioning me in front of it. Kneeling in front of me, she quickly undoes my belt and works my pants and boxers down as my rock-hard cock slaps up against my belly. She gives my hips a little push so that I sit down and spread my legs as she moves in between them. “The whole time, all I could think about was your cock in my mouth and taking it to the back of my throat. I’m not sure you know this about me, Austin, but I love giving head.” I’m panting as her hand wraps around my cock, giving it a few quick strokes. Pre-cum pools in the slit, and she licks her lips. “Mmmm,” she hums right before she moves her mouth over me and swallows me down.
My head falls forward as I release a groaning breath, and my hands find their way into her hair. She moves her mouth up and down my cock, her tongue twirling around the head with each pass. “That’s so fucking good, baby,” I moan as she takes me deeper each time.
Her mouth releases me and is replaced by her hand, gripping me firmly and twisting as she strokes me up and down. “I love your cock, babe,” she breathes as her mouth moves back to it again. She flattens her tongue against the base of my shaft, running it all the way up the underside of it to the head, where she looks up at me through hooded eyes as she curls her tongue around me. It’s a good fucking look. “I want you to come in my mouth,” she says, taking me in again, hollowing her cheeks to suck hard, while she bobs her head. Overwhelmed by how incredibly good this feels, I can’t help the moans that escape me. Hell, I’m surprised I’m not whimpering.
Her hand reaches to cup my balls, where she rolls and squeezes them as her mouth continues to work my cock. I look down and see a woman who is really into what she’s doing, so much so, that my eyes follow the curve of her other arm when I realize that hand isn’t on me. I look closer and see that her hand has snaked into the opening of her robe and is stroking her pussy. “Fuck,” I grit out through clenched teeth as my hips surge up into her mouth when it comes down on me. The heat of her mouth and the feel of her throat surrounding me almost take me over the edge. As tempting as it is to shoot off in her mouth, I’ve missed her and I need more.
I grab her under her arms, picking her up and dragging her onto me as I lie back, and she whines in protest. “In your pussy,” I pant, “I need to be in your pussy.” I untie the sash of her robe and move my hands to her hips to rock her wet pussy over my cock.
She rises up on her knees, positioning my cock at her entrance, and then slowly slides herself down on me. The movement makes us both moan loudly. I grab her hair with my hand and pull her to me. Our mouths collide, which helps to keep the moaning down. She rides me hard and fast, gliding all the way up until just the tip is inside before she slams back down on me with a grind and twist of her hips.
My hands leave her hair to grip her hips, my fingertips digging into her flesh, our tongues still tangled with one another’s.
I feel her hand moving between us, and I let go of her mouth to look at her. Her hair is sticking up all over the place from my rough hold on it, and her tits bounce each time she moves. Her eyes are half closed in bliss, but what makes my cock pulse inside of her is the sight of her hand between her legs.
She has one hand planted in the bed next to me while she strokes her clit with the other. “Fuck me,” I groan right as I feel her pussy tighten around my cock.
“I’m coming,” she whispers with a sexy little hitch in her voice as her eyes slide all the way closed and her hand continues to rub her clit furiously from side to side, never slowing her ride on my cock. When her orgasm winds down, she starts to slow her thrusts, but I don’t let her. Instead, I tighten my grip on her hips and use them to move her up and down on my cock. Her clit and my dick glisten with her wetness, and my balls pull up tight at the sight.
“Give me one more, Lauren, and then I’m going to come.” I continue to pound her down onto me by her hips.
“I can’t,” she says breathlessly, now moving with me to grind down against my pubic bone.
“You can and you will. I can feel your pussy getting tighter, wetter, hotter.” I keep slamming into her. My balls are so tight with the need to come, it’s almost painful. “Fingers to your clit. Now, Lauren,” I command as I lean forward and bite her nipple. “Come on my cock like a good girl, and I’ll come in your pussy.” It seems that my woman likes a bossy, dirty mouth, because she whimpers at my words and her pussy clamps down even tighter on my cock.
I thrust up a few more times until she comes again. This time biting her lips to keep from screaming. It’s the last straw for me. I pull her all the way down onto me and explode inside her. I see stars, hell, I may even black out a little as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
Chapter Thirty-One
LAUREN
The alarm starts to buzz, waking me up. I go to stretch, but I’m wrapped up tight in Austin’s arms. Every morning, we set the alarm for five a.m., so he can leave before the kids get up.
It’s been over two weeks since he made his declaration. In those two weeks, he’s been here every single time I went to spin class to watch the kids. Proving how much he meant what he said, he sticks to our routine, following it to a T. It’s crazy how well he just fits in. It’s like he was always meant to be here.
We end every night by starting out on the couch before slowly making our way upstairs. Every single night, I fall asleep with a smile on my face, and every single morning, I wake up feeling happy. I’m happy.
He’s about to get up and o
ut of bed when Rachel comes running into the room and jumps onto the bed. “Momma, there’s a monster under the bed,” she whispers as she crawls in between Austin and me. My eyes are wide open as I take them in, trying to gauge both of their reactions to this surprise development. I know the kids are used to having Austin around now; it’s just that we haven’t done the whole sleepover thing yet. “Asstin, you the man, go kill it.” Rachel gets under the covers with us. Thank god, we got dressed last night after we finished. When Austin doesn’t move, Rachel looks back at him. “Are you scared, too? Momma, call Noah,” she whispers, and it’s then that Austin snaps.
“I’m going to go get that monster and kick him out.” He walks out of the room, his basketball shorts hanging on his hips. Just one look at him, and my mouth waters. Another thing that has changed is that he has changes of clothes here. When he comes in after work, he changes into something more comfortable and always leaves those clothes here.
I hear some banging coming from Rachel’s room and then a swoosh of something. Rachel curls up tightly into me, and I pull her into my arms to hold her. “Honey, there is nothing to be scared of.”
“All gone.” Austin comes back into the room scratching his side.
Rachel pulls the cover from her face watching Austin. “Are you sure?” she asks, while he nods yes.
She gets up and starts jumping on the bed till she jumps into his arms. “You killed the monster? For me?”
“Anything for you, princess,” he replies with a kiss to her head.
“I love you, Asstin,” she says, and my mouth just opens and closes as I stumble to formulate a response. But Austin doesn’t skip a beat.
“Well, that’s good, because I love you, too.” He climbs back into bed with her held close to his chest.
“Are you going to do sleepovers like Ms. Camilla does with Dad?”
Austin looks over at me, as if to ask for the right words to say. When I just shrug my shoulders, he once again proves his words from two weeks ago when he does his own thing and tells her, “I would like that a lot, and maybe sometime we could have a sleepover at my house. Would you like that?”
“Are there monsters at your house?” she asks him with all the seriousness of a scared six-year-old little girl.
“Nope, none. I think Noah has some at his house, though.” He smiles over her head at me.
“We are never sleeping at Noah’s house, Mommy.” She turns to me. “But maybe we could try sleeping at Asstin’s?”
“Yes, baby.” I kiss her head. “Maybe we can.” I return his smile over her head.
“Do you love my mommy, Asstin?” Her question has my breath stopping in my chest. My heart is beating so fast and loud in my ears, I’m pretty sure that people on the moon can hear it, so obviously the two other people in this bed with me surely can, too.
“Rachel, honey, how about we make some pancakes?” I try to get out of bed in an attempt to forget the question, trying to bail Austin out from having been put on the spot. As I whip the covers off me and Rachel to get us out of bed, Austin’s arm reaches out and latches around mine to halt my movements. I look at his hand on my arm, but I’m too afraid to look up at him.
I don’t know if I want to know the answer. I mean, I do want to know, but I don’t know if this is the way I want to learn it. What if he is feeling forced into telling me? What if he just doesn’t want to say it?
“I love your mom more than you know,” he answers her, and me as well. His words bring tears to my eyes. There’s a softness, almost a reverence to his voice as if he’s talking to me, only me, as if we were alone. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love your mom.” One tear slips out, landing on my arm and rolling onto his hand that grips me. “To the moon and back,” he says, quoting one of the books he’s read to Rachel when he was putting her to bed while I was out one night last week.
“That’s a lot.” Rachel stretches out her arms as wide as she can. “It’s big, really big, like this, right?”
He squeezes my arm again. “Bigger.”
“Do you want pancakes?” Rachel asks Austin, then whispers to him, “If you want, you can ask for chocolate and bananas. Those are the bestest ones that Mommy makes,” she informs him as she climbs over him to get up. “Mommy puts chocolate spread on them and then she cuts bananas in a smile.” She nods her head to convince him, as if it is something unbelievable. “Ask her.”
“Will you make me pancakes, Lauren?” He’s almost whispering.
I nod my head, the lump in my throat threatening to dislodge and let loose the sob it’s holding back. “I need the washroom,” I say, rushing into the bathroom and locking the door behind me. I slide down the door, listening to Austin tell Rachel that she could go downstairs and start taking out the bowls. Once I hear her running out of the room and then downstairs, I listen for Austin’s steps.
I don’t hear anything until there’s a soft knock at the door. “Baby, open the door,” he urges softly.
“Um, I’ll meet you downstairs,” I say, trying to get my voice to come out without cracking.
“Baby, open the door, please,” he whispers into the crack of the door.
I get up and slowly unlock the door, opening it slightly. “I’m okay.”
“I didn’t want to tell you like that.” He pushes the door open and grabs me around the waist to carry me over to the vanity, where he sets me down. He pushes the hair from around my face, tucking it behind my ears. “I wanted to tell you in some romantic way.” He opens my legs, stepping in between them, while I put my hands on his waist. “But this is our normal now.” He smirks at me. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you. I love how much you love your children. I love how much you put up with from your sister, who is crazy, by the way.” I smile at that comment, thinking of last week when she made tofu burgers and didn’t tell him, and they were half raw inside. “I love how selfless you are, always putting everyone before yourself.” He kisses my lips softly, his lips lingering on mine.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I love how much you love my kids. I love how you took us all on. I love that you don’t actually kill Kaleigh every day, even though I’m sure you want to.” I smile. “But most of all, I love how you love me. I love how safe you make me feel. How you make me feel so sexy and, most of all, so loved that it’s overwhelming.” I give him a smile that I’m sure lights my eyes, because my heart is soaring and I feel like the happiest person in the world.
“Now, wasn’t that romantic?” he whispers to me, and I can feel him smiling while he kisses my lips.
“Very. Much better than when you tried to woo me.” I nip his lip.
“None of that now. We have Rachel searching for bowls.” His hands cup my face. “Now, let’s go make pancakes.”
“You are totally getting the best blowjob of the year as soon as the kids go to school and I call in sick.”
“Oh, and we’re totally playing hooky today and having sex all day long,” he informs me.
“That we are, Mr. Mackenzie, that we are,” I agree as I get down from the vanity and walk out of the bathroom to head downstairs. Once there, I see that Rachel has started by getting the mixing bowl out as well as the box of pancake mix, which must have fallen on the floor, because there is powder all over the place with little footprints in it.
“I’m ready!” she shouts excitedly, standing on a chair that she pushed to the counter.
“What is all the noise for?” Gabe says, dragging his feet as he comes downstairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes that are squinting as they adjust to the light.
“We are making pancakes with chocolate and bananas!” Rachel yells at him, far too loudly for this hour of the morning.
“Hey, Austin.” He looks right at him. “You didn’t leave yet?”
“Leave?” Austin questions him right back.
He smirks at him. “I know you sleep here and sneak out.” He smiles at both of us. I’m too busy with my mouth hanging open to answer. “I got up early last
week, and you guys were sleeping, but then he was gone in the morning.”
“Um… ahh… well, um…” Austin stutters, not sure what to say.
“It’s cool,” Gabe says. “If Ms. Camilla can sleep over naked at Dad’s, it’s ok that you sleep here.” He shrugs before going over to the refrigerator and grabbing the orange juice.
“Yeah, she’s naked a lot,” Rachel agrees from her chair at the counter.
“Rach,” Gabe says to her in warning.
“And she says ‘oh, God’ a lot, too,” Rachel continues. “I don’t want to pray like that at night, Mommy. Once is good.”
I look at Austin, who is trying to hide his smile, then I look at Gabe, who is pretending he doesn’t hear anything.
“Let’s make pancakes. How many do you want, Gabe?”
I mix the pancake batter while we change the subject and chat about what we should make for supper. By the time the kids leave for school, the conversations of the morning are long behind us.
I finally close the door and lock it. I look at Austin in the kitchen, putting the dishes in the dishwasher. “That is almost like watching porn,” I tell him. “You doing stuff like washing dishes, vacuuming, homework with Gabe. It’s mom porn.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Are you checking me out?” he questions with a smile.
“I’m doing more than checking you out. I’m undressing you in my mind,” I tease him as I lean against the counter.
He shakes the water from his hands. “Really? Well, in that case, where the fuck is the vacuum?”
“How about we do that after. I believe I owe you a world-class blowjob.” I turn around and head out of the kitchen. I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder. “You coming?”
I don’t have to ask him twice. He storms over to me and lifts me up and over his shoulder with a slap to my ass. “Your mouth on my dick, and there’s no doubt about it, I’ll be coming, alright. Maybe all over you,” he states as he walks us up the stairs and throws me onto the bed. “How long are they in school?” he asks, stripping his pants off.
Tempt The Boss Page 22