by Maya Hughes
“In celebration of your daddy’s last day of night shoots for a while, what do you say we have breakfast for dinner? Pancakes anyone?” He wasn’t sure who shouted louder, him or Emma.
She laughed and went back to the cabinets to pull out the dry ingredients. He and Emma raced to the fridge to get all the wet ingredients out in record time.
“Chocolate chips, mommy!” Emma shouted.
“Done!”
“And strawberries,” Gabe called out. “But I’ll be sure to save some for later. For dessert.”
His tone was suggestive and she stumbled and banged the griddle against the stove top. She shot a glance over her shoulder telling him that he had better follow through with that promise later. He was more than happy to oblige and couldn’t wait.
The pancakes were a welcome distraction from the humming tension that was passing between them as they attempted to hide their glances and touches from Emma. Sitting on the couch with her between them was their own form of torture. With the Edinburgh sun stretching sunset out to nearly 9pm, Emma didn’t fall asleep until nearly 9:30. He hadn’t wanted to shuffle her off to bed early, since he’d spent so little time with her, but envisioning his mouth all over her body had him readjusting himself throughout the night.
After two books and a kiss on the forehead, Emma finally passed out clutching her new favorite stuffed armadillo. He nearly sprinted back down to the kitchen where she was cleaning up their pancake extravaganza.
He walked up behind her and ran his tongue over her ear.
“I hope you didn’t finish all of those strawberries,” he whispered and she shuddered.
Alex shivered all over at his hot breath on her ear. She’d had to tamp down her desire for him all evening and was happy to be able to show it to him nakedly now. He wrapped his arms around her waist and his cock was pressed against her ass. She rocked back and drew a moan from him.
Abruptly breaking his hold on her, Gabe moved to the fridge.
“Go into the living room and take off your clothes; I’ll meet you in there,” he said, standing in the open fridge.
“What?” she said, stunned.
“If you want your surprise you need to follow instructions. Head into the living room and take off your clothes. If you’re not naked by the time I get there, no treats for you.” He gave her a look that pushed her into motion. She walked into the living room and peeled her shirt off over her head, not one hundred percent sure what he had in mind. She’d just kicked off her pants when he stepped into the living room with bowl of strawberries and a can of whipped cream that she hadn’t even known was in the kitchen.
He crowded her until she was backed up against the couch and had no choice but to sit. He pushed her back against the couch and parted her legs, settling himself between her legs. She held her breath as he uncapped the whipped cream and placed a dollop of the cream on the top of her mound. Parting her lips, he dove into her pussy, making her cry out. He teased her clit with his tongue and sucked on the small nub before giving attention to her whole pussy. She gripped his hair and rode his face as he ate her like a man starved.
Her climax caught her off guard and she had to cover her mouth with her arm as she cried out.
“I love it when you’re wet for me,” he said, kissing his way up from her mound to her chest. Taking one nipple in his mouth and then the other, they were both at attention before he reached for the can of whipped cream again. He sprayed two dollops on each nipple before sucking them off, he repeated it again, but this time he added a strawberry on top and gave each nipple a little nibble as he ate off the berries and cream.
“I thought I was supposed to be getting a treat,” Alex panted. He peered up at her.
“My body is yours to explore,” he said holding out his arms. She nudged him forward, so she could stand and pushed him back so he was sitting on the couch. She took the can of whipped cream out of his hand and peeked up at him. The look he was giving her promised her that this was not going to be an early night for either of them. A bit bolder and more confident, she took his cock in her hand and brought her mouth down to it while keeping her eyes on him. He followed her mouth the whole way and held his breath when she was less than an inch from his head.
She stuck out her tongue and whirled it around his head. He groaned and she got a bit bolder. Breaking eye contact, she took him fully into her mouth; his length hit the back of her throat. She pulled back and popped him out of her mouth. Taking the can of whipped cream, she sprayed a bit on the tip of his cock and he sucked in his breath.
Licking it off like a lollipop, Gabe threaded his fingers through her hair and held her head as she worked herself up and down his cock. He moaned, his legs straightening and toes curling as she ran her tongue over his length and took him into her mouth. Still wet from her orgasm, she was getting even wetter at how she could drive him wild.
She repeated that treatment three more times before he pulled her back by her hair and growled, “Enough.”
In one motion, he picked her up and flipped her onto her back on the couch.
“I have to fuck you now,” he growled. He pushed her knees up and thrust himself into her.
“Yes, please, fuck me now!” she said and he thrust himself into her, bringing his hand between them to pinch her clit, which sent her over the edge in record time. Her vision winked in and out and the sound of the world seemed to be turned off for a few seconds as her climax raced through her. He pumped into her a couple more times, grinding against her clit, which drew out her climax even longer, before he roared out his release into the cushions beside her head.
“Wow,” she said, letting out a deep breath.
“Yeah, wow,” he said, chuckling above her. “Next time, I’ll make love to you, but I didn’t think I could be gentle this time,” he said, brushing a stray hair off her face.
“You don’t hear me complaining,” she said, chuckling.
24
Alex woke to the sound of shouting from downstairs. She threw on a robe and raced down the steps. Gabe was at the front door, blocking someone from getting in.
“You have some fucking nerve coming here. I told you I was through with you and there is nothing you can say or do to change that. You’re lucky I don’t punch you in the fucking mouth.”
“Gabe, you need to listen to me.” The skin on her body crawled as she recognized that voice. Aaron.
“No, there is no fucking listening. You stole seven years of my daughter’s life from me. This isn’t a script you withheld or a project you didn’t tell me about; this is my life. This is my daughter’s life. So, you can take that contract and shove it right up your ass.”
“Mommy, what’s happening?” Emma rubbed her eyes, padding down the steps in her fuzzy pajamas.
She whirled around, not realizing Emma come downstairs. She immediately ushered her into the kitchen to let him wrap things up. He must have heard them because he turned around to look at them. Aaron was standing in the doorway and it took everything in her being to not run to the door and kick him in the balls.
“It’s nothing sweetie. Come on, let’s go back upstairs.”
“I don’t want to Mommy,” Emma grumbled.
“Okay, are you hungry? Do you want some cereal?” Emma nodded and Alex pulled out a chair for her.
“Which one?” Alex held out two different boxes and Emma pointed to the one on the right. “Coming right up. Can you get the milk?” Emma hopped up and pulled the milk from the fridge before peeking around the corner of the kitchen doorway and into the living room.
“Stop being nosy and come eat your breakfast,” Alex called.
She grabbed two bowls from the cabinet and Emma handed her the milk. She filled both bowls and plopped them down on the table before taking a seat. The two ate in early morning silence, their eyes drooping at the extra-early wake up call. She could still hear harsh whispering coming from the living room, but she would let him handle it.
After a few more minutes,
the front door slammed and he stomped into the kitchen. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of orange juice.
“Everything okay?”
He hung his head as he reached for a cup from the cabinet and picked it back up. He turned around with a pasted-on smile.
“Everything is fine. How’s my best girl doing this morning?” he asked, giving Emma a tickle. She giggled and sloshed her bowl of cereal.
“Daddy, you made me spill my milk!”
“Sorry,” he said with false glumness. She reached for his hand under the table.
“Really? Is everything okay?”
“I’ll tell you later,” he said, squeezing her hand back.
The rest of their morning was uneventful, but she still had that pit in her stomach from Aaron being so close to them. It wasn’t like he was hiding in the bushes, but she felt like he could pop up at any time and try to ruin everything they were trying to build.
They visited the zoo again, but then he had to head off to the set to film in the afternoon. Alex and Emma went to the park until it started pouring rain, and they ran all the way home. Looking for something to do and not feeling like watching another movie, she decided that baking some cookies would be fun. For some reason, she thought that giving Emma the flour scooping job would be a good idea.
“Mommy the scooper is too heavy,” Emma complained.
“Ok, sweetie, just wait a second and I’ll be there.” She closed the fridge with three eggs in her hand and was promptly showered with cloud of white powder. She coughed and a puff of flour flew off her body. Staring down at her body, stunned, she was completely covered in flour. Emma was standing there with the scooper high in the air.
“Sorry, Mommy,” Emma said, also coated in a thin layer of white. They made their cookies, extra floury, and then both showered before putting on pajamas. There was flour everywhere and Alex just left it until after bedtime. No use in trying to clean it up with a rambunctious six-year old streaking all over the place.
She was tucking Emma in when the front door closed. She tip-toed downstairs to see Gabe pulling off his shoes by the front door, completely soaked.
“It’s really coming down out there,” she said.
“Yeah, it’s been pissing rain all afternoon.”
“Did you get much shooting done?”
“Only a little, but that’s not what took so long. I had a meeting with Aaron.” She stiffened before lowering herself onto the coffee table to sit. He got up from the chair by the door and sat on the couch opposite her spot on the table.
“What happened? Is that what this morning was about?”
“Yeah, he came by to try to threaten me about my contract with him.” He sighed, resting his head on the back of the couch.
“I told him under no uncertain terms would I ever have anything to do with him.” He sat up and stared into her eyes. “I would rather never film another movie, if that was the only way to never have to see him ever again. I’m through with him.”
“Would you really never film a movie again?”
“Alex, I would rather never have made a single movie, if it meant I could get those years back with Emma—with you. I have been looking to get out of acting for a while now. This is my last contractually obligated movie for the studio. I would much rather be behind the scenes—have a more flexible life where I can stay in one place—than have to go from set to set. Especially now. I was planning on it before, but now with Emma and you, I don’t want to have to travel all over the place. I want to be with you two.” Gabe leaned forward and threaded his fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her toward him.
“And we want to be with you,” she said as her lips brushed against his. He scooped her up off the coffee table and onto his lap. She kissed her way down his chin until she settled on his neck, nipping him, while she grinds herself on his lap. Gabe placed his hands on her ass and pulled her tighter against him, consumed by the kiss.
She stood abruptly and grabbed Gabe’s hand, leading him toward the stairs. Her core was clenching in anticipation of what was coming. They quietly crept upstairs and past Emma’s room into the master bedroom and flipped the door shut behind them.
The minute the lock was turned, Gabe was on her, pressing her front against the door as she made short work of her shirt, flipping it up and over her head. Her bra was the next casualty and the cool wood tightened her nipples as they rubbed against the door. He unbuttoned her pants, keeping a hand pressed against her back to keep her in place.
Without pulling her pants all the way off, Gabe was against her back and Alex would feel his cock pressing against her butt, rubbing between her cheeks.
“Gabe, stop teasing! I need you in me now.”
“Be patient, don’t worry. I know what you want.” He started his exploration of her body beginning with her neck. He nipped her neck and kissed his way to her shoulder as he made his way down her back. A bite on one of her cheeks had her letting out a yip before he soothed it with a kiss. Then Gabe pulled her hips out and pressed her hands against the door. He teased her opening before pushing forward, sinking deep into her. They both let out a groan.
“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned out as she began to move her hips and they found their rhythm. Using the door for leverage, she pushed back against Gabe to get him deeper as she bent at the waist. Gabe held onto her hips and hammered into her.
“Yes, oh yes, I’m so close Gabe. More, more,” Alex moaned. Gabe obliged reaching his hand around the front of her while maintaining his pace and rubbed her clit before setting her off like a rocket. She screamed into her arm to muffle the sound as orgasm ripped through her and her pussy gripped his cock even tighter. Gabe followed quickly behind her, biting down on her shoulder to muffle his roar of release.
Alex threw her hair over her shoulder, glancing back at Gabe with a smile.
“That was unexpected,” she said, chuckling to herself.
“I try.” He breathed out. Helping her out of her pants the two settled into the bed, which squeaked with every move the pair made. Standing up sex had been a good idea, she thought as she drifted in and out of sleep with Gabe wrapped around her. She wrapped her arm around his that were crisscrossed across her chest and closed her eyes. This was definitely a good idea.
25
The morning sun came streaming through the airy curtains in the master bedroom. Alex stretched her arms over her head and Gabe nuzzled against her stomach with his arms wrapped around her. He squeezed her tighter and grumbled, which made her smile. She pushed back the hair on his forehead and gazed at his face, taking in his strong features and ridiculously full eyelashes. It had been a long time since she’d allowed herself to really look at him.
Perhaps sensing her gaze on him, his eyes fluttered open and he smiled at her.
“Morning,” he said, yawning.
“Morning,” she bent down and kissed him on the lips. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of him.
“Now that’s a great way to wake up.” He chuckled, running his hands along her back.
“What’s the plan for today?” She kissed him again and interlaced her fingers behind his head.
“We’re going to head down to London for a couple of days. There’s a soccer match on tonight and I think it would be a lot of fun.”
“Okay, sounds good to me,” she said. There was a light bump in the hallway and Alex froze. Emma was awake. She froze, unsure of what to do. Emma didn’t know anything was going on between them yet. They had been good about making sure that he went back to his room any night they ended up together, which was most nights.
Perhaps feeling her tense, he sat up and ran his hand along her back. He hopped up and grabbed a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. He passed the t-shirt to her and sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on boxers.
He walked over to the bedroom door and peered back at her.
“Relax, it’s okay,” he said before walking out of the bedroom.
She could hear him from the hallway.
“Is my best girl awake already?”
“Daddy!” Emma called out. Lying back on the bed, she took a deep breath and a smile played on her lips. This could be their life every day.
After their morning wake up and breakfast routine, they headed to the train station to travel down to London. It was a four-hour trip and Emma loved every minute of it. She’d never been on a long train ride before and spent most of the time staring out the windows calling out all the different animals she saw. It was mainly cows and sheep, but every so often there might be a goat. Gabe had to head to a different car to take a phone call for a little bit, but other than that he was right there with them helping Emma call out the animals, much to the chagrin of the business travelers in their car.
Once they arrived in London, they stopped off at a wax museum before going to Buckingham Palace to watch the changing of the guard. He must have pulled some strings because they somehow had a small spot carved out for them right up front so Emma could get a good look at all that was happening. Next, they went across the Thames to the London Eye, which Emma gawked at until they were right at the front of the line.
She craned her neck to look all the way to the top and stared in awe as the whole thing moved around and never stopped. Gabe and Alex both held onto one of her hands as they made the jump onto the Ferris wheel. Although it was against the rules, they ended up staying for a second round because Emma wanted to see all the sights from the sky one more time. Finally, they left for the soccer match.
They took a classic black taxi to the stadium and were ushered in through a private entrance. Alex had forgotten that he was famous for a moment. He got the special treatment, but with his hat and glasses there weren’t many people who recognized him. He had signed a few autographs, but always managed to keep it low key and let them know he was with his family and had to go. Everyone who recognized him was very respectful and she was impressed at how he handled it all.