The Whole Package

“Give it to me, babe. It’s mine and I want it,” he commands, and I do as he says, coming undone again as I feel his release deep inside of me.

He falls down on top of me and I feel him everywhere. His cock jerks inside of me and he groans into my mouth as I feel more of his cum release inside me.

He rolls us over so I’m lying on top of him, and I kiss his chest and cuddle into him. I glance over at the clock on the nightstand and see it’s already after ten.

I’m not shocked we’ve slept this late. We stayed out late at the carnival last night and didn’t get home until a little after midnight. We had so much fun and I’m still not sure how we got all the stuffed animals into the car. Shawn and Hazel won everything there, then when we got home she piled all of them into her bed and passed out.

I lazily trace my finger over his tattoos.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” he says, and I slide over so I can look at him.

“Isn’t we need to talk a bad sign?” I tease him, already knowing it can’t be too terribly awful. More than likely it’s something he’s going to try and talk me into. Something he wants to do for me or Hazel. I never thought a person could be so gentle and sweet but at the same time be such a bulldozer.

He slides his hand into my hair. “Everything I ever do for you will always be good.”

“I know.” I turn my head and kiss his chest. “Out with it.”

“Hazel has been asking for a dog.”

“Oh, I know,” I laugh, ready for what’s coming. Shawn is putty in Hazel’s hand. She gives him a pout and he caves. It would be annoying if it wasn’t so freaking cute.

“Well, a while back I was doing some volunteer work and learned about these therapy dogs. They are highly trained, and I think if we get her a dog, we should get one of those.”

“And let me guess, you already have your eye on one?” I raise an eyebrow at him. He smiles at me. “If you think it’s a good idea, then I trust you.”

I slide back on top of him and he digs his hands further into my hair. I’ve learned to go with the flow with Shawn. He always has our best interests at heart, and I know he would have researched this. One of Hazel’s doctors actually recommended one once, but it was never something we could afford.

“Bailey?” I freeze when I hear my mother’s voice. Shawn is instantly on his feet.

“It’s my mother,” I whisper to him. “God, what is she doing here?” Of course, when life is going good she shows up to ruin it. I sit up and start to scramble. “Get dressed,” I whisper, not wanting my mother to see Shawn naked. If there is one thing my mother loves, it’s men. A close second is money. My bedroom door starts to open, but Shawn’s hand comes down on it and keeps it closed.

“She’ll be right out,” Shawn says.

“Fine,” my mother snaps.

I’m surprised she didn’t ask why a man is in my room. But I’ll think about that later. I rush to pull on clothes and Shawn does the same. Thank god my sister is still asleep. I don’t want whatever this conversation is about to be to happen in front of her. My mother wouldn’t care one way or another, but I do.

“You sure you want to talk to her?” Shawn asks me as he pulls a shirt over his head.

“We don’t have a choice. She’s Hazel’s mother. Technically she still has custody of her. This is still her house and she could probably kick me out if she wanted to.” The thought is chilling, but I don’t think she will. She doesn’t want the responsibility of Hazel.

Shawn’s face hardens, and I can tell he’s getting pissed. “Let’s see what she has to say.”

I sigh and pull my hair up so it doesn’t look like I just had sex. Though I’m sure she already assumes as much. When I go to open the door Shawn stops me. He puts his finger under my chin and makes me look up at him. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you or to Hazel.”

“There are some things you can’t control,” I tell him, but I want to believe him so badly.

“You’ll learn soon enough I’m always two steps ahead.” With that, he opens the door and puts his hand on my back. He guides me out into the living room where my mom is sitting on the sofa playing with her phone.

She looks up, and I notice she’s dressed to kill. She looks like she’s about to go out on a date and it’s not even noon. She was always really pretty, but that’s what happens when you have kids in your teens. Though right now she’s looking a little worn down in the face. It takes her a moment, but she puts on a fake smile as she stands up and walks over to me.