by Thia Finn
“No, I want you to stay, but I need a bath before we sit down together. I smell like beer.”
I walked up to her and pulled her into my arms. “I like beer,” I said before I kissed her like it might be our last one.
She pulled away breathing hard. “I like a bath, so you’ll have to wait. I promise to hurry.” She peeled herself out of my arms and took off with one bag.
I pulled a beer out of the fridge that Nanny stocked for her today at my request. The last thing she needed was spending what little she made on groceries to start from scratch. Now she had all she needed for a week or so. Hell, maybe until she got her first paycheck. I could sneak more groceries in here while she worked. I filed that idea away.
A football game repeat lit up the TV screen when I pushed the button, but I heard the water shut off, so I kept scrolling to the music channels. Watching TV played last on my mind tonight. I wanted to watch her.
The light sound of her footsteps on the tile behind me turned me toward her. She wore a thin pink tank and cheek-hugging night shorts. God, I hoped she only wore those clothes to sleep in. No one needed to see her in public dressed this way.
“Hey,” she said as she rounded the couch.
“Hey, yourself. Damn, babe, you look fucking hot like that.” I put my hand out to grab hers, and she took it. I pulled her across my lap, skipping the small talk when all I wanted was to have her under me.
“I believe the last time we sat in this position, you didn’t have a shirt on.” I looked down her body to the hem of her tank. She didn’t have a bra on under it, and God did she look smoking. My dick started pushing against my zipper the minute she walked through the door.
“So what’s stopping you from taking it off now?” she asked me with a look in her green eyes that told me she wanted me as much as I did her. She looked down to my hands as they took the bottom of the thin cotton on each side of her hips, then back up through her dark lashes. Damn, she set me on fire with that look of desire piercing me with her gaze as she moved to straddle me.
I inched the shirt up the soft skin on her sides with my index fingers until both of her sweet tits popped out the bottom of it. With them holding the shirt up, I took both in my hands and pumped them from the underside. I lifted one at a time as I took the hardened nipple in my mouth while I rolled the other with my thumb and index finger, then repeated the motion to the other. When I sucked down on the second and applied a little bit of teeth to it, I pinched the first one and pulled it out rocking it back and forth causing the nipple to extend. From the sounds she made and the way she ground down on my solid wood, I thought she probably experienced a slight orgasm. I was fine with that, a little warm up of what was going to be happening several times tonight if I had my way.
She reached down behind my head and jerked up on my shirt. Damn, she wanted it off in a hurry, so I raised my arms to complete the task.
“I’ve been dying to see what you were hiding under those snap fronts and tight t-shirts. Now I know why.” Timbre started at my tattooed pecs and traced them at first with her fingernails, outlining the symmetrical lines to the center of my chest.
“You’re going to have to tell me about why you chose these tattoos sometime. You must have had a meaning going on in your head when you had them done, but right now we have better things to do. She leaned forward and circled my flat nipple with the tip of her tongue. I sucked in a breath when she bit down on it. My hands gripped her hipbones, and I rolled her hips around over my hard cock. The grinding felt so good, but I needed these clothes off both of us. Before she could bite the other side, I lifted her and stood her up.
“These have to go, babe.” I grabbed the bottom of the shorts and pulled them free of her until they fell on their own so I could start on the panties. When I looked at that scrap of lace attached to strings running around her, my mouth had other ideas. I leaned forward and put my mouth on the lace lightly biting at the bare skin through it. My hands cupped her ass cheeks and began a kneading motion as I pulled her in closer to me.
“Damn, Timbre. Your scent makes me ache for more of you.” My fingers moved to the little string running down her ass. They followed it up her crack and around to the sides so I could slide the material off her body leaving this beautiful creature standing naked before me.
“God, your body is everything I knew it would be, babe. Every fucking thing.” My soft kisses started at one hipbone and ran across her slightly rounded stomach to the other side, stopping to circle her belly button a few times with my tongue. Before leaving for the other hipbone, I dipped inside causing her to squirm. From the second hipbone, I kissed my way down to the little bit of landing strip she’d left which I was happy to see. I never really liked the idea of being with a prepubescent girl like some were in favor of these days.
I sucked down harder on the skin left and right of the trimmed line maybe even leaving a slight mark. Hell, yeah, I could get on board with the idea of marking some territory with a nip here and there. She tugged hard on my hair when I did it the second time, and I stopped and looked up at the deep green her hooded eyes had become.
“Sorry,” she said as she loosened the grip and ran her nails across my scalp adding fuel to my fire. I didn’t need anything to get this burn moving along. Her scent fanned it enough.
I put my mouth back where I left off kissing and sucking on the lips waiting for me before sliding between them in search of the swollen nub that I knew waited its turn to feel pleasure. The moans coming from her made me glance up, but I never took my mouth off her.
Her head fell back as she wrapped her palms around the back of my neck and then traced up and through my hair on top. With the sides cut short, she could scrape her nails out and down leaving slight marks in my scalp as she wrapped her hands back around pulled me closer to her as I assaulted her sweet spot with my tongue.
I put my foot between hers and pushed her feet left and right, opening her up more for me. I needed complete access to her. My hands started at her knees while my tongue continued its assault on her engorged clit. I reached the apex of her thighs where she was spread completely open to me. My fingers opened her, and I sucked down on the sensitive flesh while I moved one down the crease to her slick opening and circled it a few times gathering the liquid escaping her. When I knew she was close, I pushed one finger in and then a second. Withdrawing the two from the tight sheath, I added a third and curled them to find the spot to push her into spiraling out of control. As I sucked down on her, she exploded into a massive orgasm, contracting on my fingers over and over pulling them in with each convulsive move. I watched her with my eyes tilted upward while I continued to draw out the storm, and the sight was more perfect than anything I could imagine.
The initial red in her cheeks faded as she finally came down from the intensity of it all. I stood and wrapped her in my arms.
“I think my bones turned to jelly,” she whispered against my chest. I reached down and picked her up cradling her in my arms to walk to the bedroom when a knock hit the front door.
“What the fuck? Who would be knocking at this time of night?”
“Let me down. I’ll go in the bedroom because I know it’s not for me.” She shut the door behind her. Of course, all of her clothes and my shirt are still on the floor, so this might not end well.
“Oh, sorry to bother you,” Ryan said looking around me into the room. “We hated to interrupt, but Crew’s asking for you. We won’t do. I tried to talk him out of it. I told him I was going downstairs to call you. He’d have tried to come out here if I told him you were here still.”
“Great. I’ll be right there.” I walked over and grabbed my shirt and put it back on. “I think the gods up there are trying to tell me something,” I said to Ryan.
I walked to the bedroom door. “Timbre, I have to do something. I’ll be right back.” She didn’t answer me, so I stepped through the door. The bathroom door closed. I said the same thing again, and she answered, “Okay.”
I stepped in behind her. “What’s up, dude?”
“I don’t feel so good, Daddy.” I knew it must be bad for him to revert to daddy.
“Do you hurt anywhere?” Peri moved so I could sit next to him.
“No, I hurt all over.” He didn’t open his eyes to talk to me. I turned to Peri.
“What’s his temperature?”
She looked down at the thermometer. “It’s 102. That’s getting a bit high. We need to watch him. I gave him Tylenol already so we’ll see what happens.”
“Y’all go on to bed. I’ll sit here with him.”
Peri looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Are you sure?”
I knew she thought about Timbre. “Yeah, we’ll be fine.” I stood and walked to the door with them.
“Do you want me to go tell her what’s going on?” Ryan asked.
“Yeah, please. I hate to leave her hanging out there, but he needs me here.”
Getting off to a bad start already, I thought of the scene I left.
“I’ll stay with him. It’s her first night here. She might need you,” Peri said.
“No, he comes first. He’s sick, and you never know when fever can shoot up.” I rubbed the back of my neck exhaling a long breath. “Tell her I’ll see her in the morning before I go to work.”
“If you’re sure.” Peri gave me a knowing parent look.
“Yeah, I’m staying right here.” I looked over my shoulder at him. “I’ll see y’all in the morning.”
“Goodnight.” Ryan took her hand.
“Night.” I shut the door and turned to look at my son’s red face. We needed to get this fever down, cool washcloth to the rescue.
I woke up alone in bed. Not exactly what I thought would happen after the way the night started. When I heard a knock on the door instead of it opening, I ran to the door in a t-shirt knowing it wouldn’t be Hayden. Ryan offered all kinds of apologies, but he didn’t need to. I knew Hayden’s son would take precedent over me as it should be, not that I ever had that with my parents.
I left West Texas and never looked back. My parents didn’t care as long as I didn’t expect anything from them. When the dice rolled, and I received parents, I came out the loser of that crapshoot. All I got was the crap. They kept me for one reason, money. They received a check once a month to keep me. Neither of them worked. They lived off disability and one more mouth to feed added to their check. I came along as a means to an end for them.
Minimal care, affection, and the like were offered—not love. I never heard the word love from them—not for each other or me. How could two people stay together so long and not love one another? Not me. I worked from the day I was old enough, saved every penny, and went to college in our city. They allowed me to live there and go to school, but that was all. No food, no clothes, nothing. Once I reached eighteen, my checks stopped. They no longer had a use for me. I left after graduation and never wanted or needed them again.
Look where that got me. I lived in a pool house behind some rich people’s home, took a job from said rich people that I’m sure someone else wanted, and got a ride to work when the rich people weren’t touring or otherwise took the bus from the nearest stop.
I could do this, though. Saved money would add up quickly and now that I didn’t have to have a deposit for a place of my own, I had a good start. My salary started at more money than I’d ever made, which I’m sure had something to do with Hayden and his rich friends getting me the job.
13 Recordings would have the best receptionist they’d ever hired. Once I truly stood on my own two feet, enrolling in a master’s program would happen. I needed that master’s and license if I ever expected to open a practice.
Determined to write out a plan, I crawled out of bed looking for paper. A secure plan mapped out for myself helped keep me on track. I needed goals and writing them out made them seem more real in my mind. Part of this list would be to repay these wonderful people, so I planned to take advantage of every opportunity right now.
I started Googling master’s programs when I heard a key turn in the lock to open. I jumped off the couch not knowing who had keys to the pool house. A hand wrapped around the door as it opened with tattoos I recognized on the fingers.
“Morning,” Hayden said as he walked in and shut the door.
“Oh, hey.” God, he looked good for someone who probably had no sleep last night. His brown eyes were dark this morning. I wondered if they looked that way every morning or only when he was exhausted.
He pulled me off the couch into his arms, hugging me tightly to him. “I’m so sorry about last night. Crew’s fever didn’t start going down until this morning. I had him at the doctor when they opened. Said it’s a virus and would have to work itself out. Poor kid, he’s sleeping well now. Thought I would come check in with you.”
“Hayden, it’s fine. He’s your son. He should always be your priority.” I snuggled into his warmth. I needed him to understand I never intended to come between the two of them.
“Yeah, but we were in the middle of something pretty sweet when I ran out. I felt bad I didn’t come back.” He kissed the top of my head that rested against his chest.
“It’s fine, really. Now sit down. You look tired.” He sat taking me with him. I tucked my legs up beside me and enjoyed his warmth after I pulled a thick, soft throw from the back of the couch over me. “Did you get to sleep any last night?”
“Hell, no. I dozed, but I can’t sleep when he’s like that. He talks a lot in his sleep, especially when he’s sick.” He laid his head on the back of the couch. “This feels pretty nice right here, though. I think I could catch a little nap like this.” He arms tightened around me to begin with, but when his muscles slackened, and his breathing became even, I knew it would be more than a little nap.
I picked up my pad and started back on my list. By the time I finished it, he’d slid over on the end of the couch and was out. I slipped off the couch, dressed, and made some coffee and breakfast. Ford let me off at midnight, but it was after two before I went to sleep. Guess I’d slept in while he dozed beside his son and took him to the doctor, so breakfast for lunch worked for me.
He encircled me in his arms, kissing my neck. “Mmm, that smells damn good.”
“Figured you’d be hungry when you woke up.” I plated the eggs before I turned to him.
“I’m hungry, but I’m not sure it’s eggs I want right now.” He lowered his head and kissed me softly. I wrapped my arms around his waist. I wasn’t short, but he was so tall, I had to stretch every time to reach his neck. He leaned down to me deepening the kiss as I opened my mouth allowing access. When his tongue slid in, I sucked on it pulling him in deeper and causing him to groan.
He shifted to the stone countertop beside the stove before lifting me to sit on it. My legs wrapped around his waist when he stepped between them. God, why did this feel so right with him? I wanted him so badly, and if the scorching kiss he burned my mouth with was any indicator, he wanted me just as much.
“Fuck,” he pulled back ending the kiss. “You make me want to do all kinds of delicious things to you, babe.”
He left a row of hot wet kisses down my neck to my collarbone where he nipped across with his teeth. I loved the feeling he aroused in me as I pulled him closer to me with my feet and legs. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thin leggings right where I wanted him to be.
I ran my fingers up his neck and through his hair softly tugging at the coal black strands.
“I can’t wait any longer, Timbre.” He lifted me and turned toward the bedroom.
“Me either.” No way would I stop at this point, I wanted him so damn bad.
He kicked the door shut and flipped the lock on it. I had no idea if he expected someone to check on us, but I didn’t care at that point.
He laid us
down on the bed while he kissed down my throat to the top of my shirt. He stopped and stood up. “Off now.”
I whipped the v-neck off while he ditched his clothes on the spot. As I reached for the top of my leggings, he stopped me. “Let me.” His words were commands I had no intention of disobeying. He wrapped his fingers over the top of the spandex and pulled both pants and panties all at once.
As soon as he dropped them in a pile at his feet, I reached for the stretched boxer briefs that hugged his thick erection. I knew he had something massive hiding behind his zipper from our time in the truck, but I never expected this.
I looked up at him as I traced the outline of his hard cock over the material. “Uh, Hayden, they grow them bigger in East Texas?”
“You might say that it’s a family trait.” He gave me that panty-dropping smile I’d come to recognize when he wanted something. Right now that something was me, and there was nothing that could prevent it this time.
He put his hand over mine and pushed it down on himself a lot harder than I did it. He wanted the friction to count, and it did with me because just the feeling of the hard length caused all sorts of throbbing between my thighs. I tucked my fingers into the sides of the black elastic and pulled allowing the length to slide out slowly showing a little peek at a time until his entire cock greeted me.
With him standing and me sitting, it appeared directly at face level. I couldn’t resist touching the hot flesh as I wrapped my hand around it at the base with the same pressure he used earlier on himself. My grip caused him to let out a growl this time, and I knew he liked what I did when I ran my hand up and down the fullness making sure to gather with my thumb some of the liquid that escaped the slit as I pumped.
I needed a taste at least, so I leaned in and took the head in my mouth while I continued the smooth glide up and down the steel in my hand. As I licked around the base of it, I glanced up to see him watching me. The brown in his eyes had the gold rays in it again, and I knew his desire grew with each swipe of my tongue and slide off my lips. He reached down and wrapped his warm hands around my tits before rolling my stiff peaks between his fingers.