by Angela Blake
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Jenny juggled the keys and her son’s sleeping form as she tried to get the front door to open. She had finally succeeded in getting the key into the lock, but couldn’t quite make the door budge open.
She huffed in irritation as she wondered if maybe she could lay Noah down on the grass for a second then pick him up again when the door was open.
Her thoughts were interrupted when a familiar voice said. “Let me.”
Jenny wheeled around in fright, her heart pounding in her chest before she noticed that it was just Mark, standing there looking sheepish.
“Jesus, Mark, you scared me,” she whispered. “At least announce yourself next time.”
“Well, I was just about to offer my help, but I was watching you fumble adorably for a few minutes.”
Jenny scowled at him as he pushed the door open and gestured for her to go through. Jenny walked in, and Mark helped her switch on the lights.
Once his eyes took in the sleeping form, his entire stance softened, and he stared at him in wonder as if he couldn’t quite believe that this little boy was his.
“Can I be the one to carry him upstairs?” Mark asked quietly.
Jenny stared at him quietly for a minute before she handed him Noah. She helped him adjust Noah before leading the way to the bedroom down the hall.
They worked quietly together, making sure Noah was in his pajamas and tucked in safely. Mark brushed his hair out of his eyes and smiled a soft smile that had Jenny’s heart hoping that maybe, just maybe, he actually did want to be a part of this little boy’s life.
She motioned for him to come outside, and he cast one last lingering look before he exited. She left the door open just enough to hear him if he needed her and beckoned Mark into the hallway.
“Not that I don’t appreciate the help earlier, but what are you doing here, Mark?”
“I’m sorry I ran out so quickly earlier. I was just in shock, but I had some time to think about it, and I want to be a part of Noah’s life.”
Jenny watched him carefully. “Are you sure you’re not just saying that because you want to sleep with me?”
Mark laughed. “Well, I won’t deny that I want you as well. I want to be in both your lives Jenny, if you’ll let me. I don’t know the first thing about being a father, and I know you deserve so much better than me, but I want to try. Please let me try.”
Jenny looked at him for a long moment without speaking. Long enough that Mark began to fidget. His green eyes met hers in a direct stare, and Jenny could see the sincerity reflected in them.
“I’m going to go take a shower, then how about we have some dinner?” she said finally.
Mark nodded cautiously. “I’d like that.”
Jenny gestured towards the living room. “Make yourself at home.”
Mark plopped down onto the couch and grabbed the remote and began channel surfing. Jenny hurried up the stairs wondering what on earth they’d talk about, but she knew that she wanted to try, and even if it didn’t work out between them, she’d make sure he stayed in Noah’s life. He needed his father after all.
Jenny stripped and as she waited for the water to heat up, she began to wash her face carefully. She stepped into the shower a while later, and a sigh of relief escaped her lips as the hot water cascaded down her back.
She began to lather her hair with shampoo and running her hands down her body to wash herself. She gave a startled gasp when a pair of hands began to massage her shoulders.
She wheeled around and came face to face with Mark who was standing there, dripping wet and fully naked.
“What are you - ” she trailed off as he grabbed a loofa and began to gently scrub her body.
“Let me take care of you,” he said simply.
Jenny let her head roll back as he carefully washed every nook and cranny over her body making her grow more and more aroused by the second.
Jenny noticed, much to her chagrin, that he was careful not to touch her breasts nor her center, and she was feeling rather frustrated at that.
He bent down and began to kiss her center, and a moan escaped Jenny’s lips as he began to lick. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him up, so he was kissing her lips instead.
Mark groaned as he pushed her back against the wall. As the hot water slid off their bodies, their kissing began to grow more and more fervent, and their hands began to grow bolder.
Jenny placed her hands on his hips and shoved him closer hoping he’d get the hint. He growled in the back of his throat before he wrenched his lips away and began to kiss his way down her neck. He took one nipple between his mouth and began to suck on it so hard that Jenny’s eyes were rolling in the back of her head.
Meanwhile his other hand was making its trail down south. Jenny left one hand playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, while the other hand made its way down and began to stroke him until he stopped what he was doing and bucked against her hands.
He grabbed both her hands and raised them over her head, so she was helpless to his touch. He began to kiss her neck slowly, sucking and biting until he left his mark. He moved down and began to kiss and suck on her breasts till Jenny’s body began to writhe in pleasure. He moved down and kissed her stomach until he finally stopped above her center.
He released her wrists and brought one leg up, so it was hooked around his. He gently nudged her legs apart and looked her directly in the eye before he thrust into her with one quick movement.
They both moaned at the contact, and at first they set up a steady pace where Mark would slowly pull out then slam back into her causing both of them the maximum amount of pleasure.
Eventually, Jenny began to claw on his back letting him know that she wanted more, and Mark wanted more too. He began to grind into her, harder and harder until they both began to scream in ecstasy.
Mark carried her out of the shower a while later, both of them getting dressed and crawling into bed next to each other as they lay there feeling completely and blissfully spent.
They drifted off knowing that tomorrow was a new start for all of them.
THE END
Green Eyed Daddy – Sneak Peak
By Angela Blake
Chapter 1
Esmeralda Dunbey sighed as she blew her hair out of her face and took her bottom lip between her teeth and began to chew thoughtfully.
When she graduated college 2 years ago, she thought that working as an editor would be her dream job because of her unbridled passion for the written word. What she didn’t expect was that she’d end up getting a lot of ghost writing assignments just to pay the bills.
She supposed editors and writers had to suffer for their art. She twirled a loose strand of hair between her thumb and forefinger as she leaned back against her office chair and frowned at her computer screen.
Esmeralda was 23 years old with dark brown hair that looked almost black, and brown eyes. She had her mother’s light skin, and her father’s nose, but that was where the similarities ended. Esmeralda wouldn’t exactly call herself fat, but she wasn’t thin by society’s standards.
When she was younger, she had suffered for it. She was bullied a lot, and she had a lot of self-esteem issues because of it. Her perception of herself was directly linked to how society viewed her, and it was destructive and poisonous, so she began to work out and eat better, and she learned to stop caring what people thought.
It took her a year or so of therapy before she was finally able to look at herself in the mirror and see the good assets instead of just the negative ones. So what if she was a little on the plus side? That just meant there was more of her to love.
She picked up her pencil and began to tap it against her desk, a nervous habit she never quite kicked as she tried to figure out what to do with the wall she had written herself into. The client was very specific regarding the kind of character development he wanted, and Esmeralda had forgotten and gotten a little carried away with the story.
Now she
was stuck on how to proceed, especially if she was going to give the client the ending he wanted. She stopped tapping on the desk and began to drum her fingers on the desk, creating a steady ‘pat pat’ against the mahogany desk.
She sat up against the chair and stared at her laptop really hard without blinking hoping that it would somehow inspire her, but all it did was make her want to blink furiously. She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes as she attempted to massage her temples.
She began rubbing her thumb and forefinger in slow circular motions in an attempt to dispel the headache and get those creative juices flowing before her eyes flew open.
“What if I make her one of those really strong archetypes? Sort of like Buffy the vampire slayer,” she muttered to herself as she quickly pulled up her word document and highlighted the passage that had caused this whole mess, and she began to slowly backspace as she gave the idea time to ferment in her head.
When she was finally sure that she had it, she typed it all down and leaned back with a satisfied smirk as she clicked on the save button.
She tossed her pencil across the desk and cracked her knuckles as she rolled her head from one side to the next in order to release some of the tension that was compounding in her muscles.
“Hey, Esme.”
Esmeralda’s head shot up in surprise to see who was still in the office at this time, and a grin made its way to her face as she took in the sight of her best friend of 4 years grinning at her from across the hall.
Christina McAbey strode towards her, her 7 inch heels echoing across the hallway. With her strawberry blonde hair, green eyes and slim figure, Christina was everything Esmeralda wasn’t.
It was probably why they became best friends. Most people were surprised given their personalities. On the one hand, Esmeralda was sunny, optimistic and a hopeless romantic. Christina was edgy, had a dirty sense of humor and was a pragmatist. It was exactly why they needed each other. They provided each other with the kind of balance they both so sorely needed in their lives.
She stopped in front of Esmeralda’s desk, leaned her one hip against it and pushed her hair back behind her ear, “What do you think?”
Christina had gotten her ears pierced again. She had about three ear piercings, one nose piercing, and a belly button piercing. Esmeralda didn’t think there were any more places left to pierce if she were being honest, and she thought it was a bit too much, especially considering Christina was already a natural beauty and trying to make that edgy wouldn’t change the facts, but she didn’t want to sound mean or non-supportive, so she wisely kept her opinions to herself.
“Another one, Chris?” One eyebrow shot up, as she gave Christina an amused smile.
Christina gave her a wicked grin, “That’s not the only place I got pierced.” She stuck her tongue out at Esmeralda, showing off a small silver ball that Esmeralda assumed was another piercing.
Esmeralda wrinkled her nose in distaste, “A tongue piercing, really? Come on, Chris. Don’t you feel like that one is a bit excessive?”
Christina gave her a wolfish smile, “No, you know why?”
Esmeralda shook her head and leaned back in her chair, “No, but I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”
“This is why we’re best friends,” she gave her a playful wink, “It’s because tongue piercings are a major turn on for guys, apparently they love feeling it slide all up and down their-“
“Well, would you look at the time?” Esmeralda hastened to interrupt as she stood up rather abruptly and began to massage her lower back, “I think it’s time we head home.”
She reached over to switch off her laptop and place it in her bag as Christina snickered next to her.
“Come on, Esme. It’s no big deal. Why are you blushing?”
At that, Esmeralda felt the blush deepen across her cheeks as she ducked her head and yanked the charger with entirely too much force, “I’m not blushing.”
Christina raised one eyebrow as she popped a piece of gum in her mouth as she handed Esmeralda her stuff, “Right, uh huh.”
“I’m not,” she said, rather forcefully. She paused realizing that it came out sounding harsher than she intended it to be, “I mean, I don’t want to. It’s just that you know intimacy is a big deal for me, and it’s supposed to be private and magical.”
Christina rolled her eyes, “Sweetie, what am I going to do with you? You’re such a hopeless romantic.”
Esmeralda gave her a wry smile, “I thought that was one of the reasons why you liked me.”
Christina stood up, and straightened her top, “No, honey. That’s one of the reasons why I love you, but it also makes me fear for you because guys will take advantage of that.”
“Not all guys are like that,” Esmeralda protested as she slid her laptop into its case and secured the zipper, “Someday, I’ll meet the right guy, and I’m going to prove you wrong.”
Christina patted her hand sympathetically, “Sure you will, sugar. In the meantime, let’s go to Hoppie’s for a few drinks, huh? Because it has been a long day.”
Esmeralda switched off the desk lamp and linked her arm through Christina’s, “Tell me about it. I got a request from a client for some sort of bear shifter story, and it’s just bizarre.”
Christina chuckled as she shook her head, her strawberry blonde locks framing her face, “Well, at least that one sounds like you can make something of it. My client wants a ménage story.”
Esmeralda grimaced in sympathy, “Urgh. Chris, that sucks dude. You’ll get through it though.”
They made their way to the garage downstairs, and Christina clicked on a button the made her car come to life. They both put their bags in the back seat and slid into their seats.
“Do you think J.K.Rowling or George R.R.Martin ever had to do stuff like this just to get to where they are?” Christina asked as she checked her reflection in the mirror. She pursed her lips, checked that she didn’t have anything between her teeth and backed out of her spot.
Esmeralda thought about it for a moment before she shrugged her shoulders, “We all have to start somewhere, I guess.”
“At the bottom of the food chain.”
They both laughed as they made their way out into the cool night air.
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