Debt Collector's Due

that made my belly quiver like jelly. The man still does it for me. “I should get my shoes on too.” I turn away, not ashamed to flee and regroup. Considerably calmer I rejoin father and son who are acting the roles more with every minute that passes. It’s like natural gravitation. I never noticed how many of Alfie’s qualities he possessed. The insane focus, head tilt, and boisterous laughter when they’re really happy about something.

They’re chatting now like old pals. I walk into the living room, and they turn their heads and flash me identical grins that hit me like a kidney shot. I press my hand to my waist and smile.

“I’m all set.”

“She looks brilliant, doesn’t she, Kier?” Alfie says.

“Smart?”

“It means sharp here.”

“Oh, Yeah, you look great, Mom.”

I focus my attention on Kier afraid to fall under Alfie’s spell. Nearly three and a half hours later, we’re exiting the studios, and I feel like I’m leaving an actual world. The experience was completely immersive. The blend, of sets, costumes, and dedicated guides meshed to build an incredible, multifaceted tour. The enthusiasm of the crowd only added to everything. For those two and a half hours, I could pretend we were a regular family out for fun. Tucked beneath Alfie’s arm, I’m safe and secure. Kier appears to be equally content on his opposite side. As we walk out into the evening air and head to the car, I allow myself to remain in the daydream.

Snuggled up to his warm body I’m not adrift in a sea of crazy. I’m firmly anchored by the one man not too scared to stand up to my father. The tough man with the soft heart, and hidden kindness, who took my virginity and wooed me proper like. Dinners, movies, nights in, and he never pushed me. By the time we came together, I was the one pushing for it.

The man had the patience of a saint. It was one of the reasons why I was so drawn to him. His ability to be the calm in the storm. I wrap my arm around him as the memories flood me. Walks in the snow, ice skating, hot chocolate dancing across my taste buds and mingling with the taste of him as he kissed me beneath my favorite tree with the fall leaves tumbling around us in a display of red and gold. He was magic personified for me. My warrior with a heart that beat for only me, and then he was gone.

My spirits plummet. I scramble to hold onto this perfect moment in time. Life will be here to kick me in the ass soon enough.

“How about a traditional pub dinner to round out the day?” Alfie asks. I nod my head, unable to speak around the lump in my throat. I’m with the two men I love most. It’s a blessing despite the insane set of events that happened to bring me here. Love isn’t the issue. No matter how hard I tried to cast him aside, he remained embedded in my soul. Some love, the truest kind, never leaves. It can transform or lie dormant. You can place it in the steel trap we all have in our minds and deny its existence, but it never really leaves you.

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Alfie

There’s something in the air tonight. As we return home and we all prepare for bed, I feel a shift. I pause in Kier’s room and smile. The boy is dead to the world one leg outside the comforter as he snores quietly. He had more energy than one person should be allowed to possess.

“He’s sleeping hard, isn’t he?”

“Oh yeah. Think we wore him out.” I glance over at her. My dick hardens. She’s in an off the shoulder white t-shirt that contrasts with her caramel-colored skin and highlights the swell of her breasts. Their fuller now. Plump and round with pebbled nipples, they’re begging to be sucked.

“Eyes are up here,” she says dryly.

I clear my throat. “It’s not those beautiful browns that are standing at attention and begging me to look at them.”

“It’s a biological response.”

“Yeah to me.” I lean against the door frame, pinning her in. She licks her lips and tips her head back to look up through lowered lids. Unable to resist any longer, I bend down and press my lips to hers. When she doesn’t slap the taste out of my mouth, I slip my tongue inside and reacquaint myself with the feel and taste of her. Lingering hints of chocolate from the dessert blend with her natural sweetness. I moan as I tilt my head and deepen our kiss. She spears her fingers in my hair and presses her body against mine.

I grip her hips and groan. The woman I had was just developing curves. This is a woman in her prime. She nips my bottom lip, and I lift her. She wraps her legs around me and her heated center lines up with the bulge in my boxer briefs. She rolls her hips, and I grunt as my dick strains against the soft cotton that’s suddenly become a prison. I cup her neck and place my other arm under her ass to support her as I feed on her mouth and walk to my room. This is where she should’ve been all along. I sit on the edge of the bed, and she straddles my lap, grinding against me.

“You keep that up, and you’re going to get a good rogering.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” she purrs.

The seductive tone makes my dick twitch. This is a new side of her.

“You sure you can handle it, minx.” I slid my hands up her smooth thighs, hiking her shirt up around her waist. I cup her breast. I massage the mounds, and she moans. I lean in and bite my way up her neck. She tastes clean and addictive. I pinch her stiff nipples and tug. She gasps, arching her back like a cat. I bite her chin, and she purrs. I want to mark every inch of her flesh. I rock up, rubbing against the tiny, lacy white panties that remind me of the day I took her virginity. Thinking of her tight sheath has me harder than concrete.

Her body is all but vibrating with arousal, and her scent is calling to me like a songbird. I hook fingers in her panties and tug. They give with a snap, and I yank them free of her body. Her wet heat spreads to me through my boxers.

“You’re so wet, baby,” I whisper as I grip her ass, exploring the new planes and dips of her body as I suckle her left breast. I pause to bite down on her fat brown puckered nipple. She cries out, and grips the back of my head and pulls me closer. I continue my love bites and sucks as she squirms on my lap. My boxers are soaked, and my cock is quivering. I release her swollen breast with a loud pop and take her lips. The kiss is primal. It’s been too long to be gentle, and I want to invade her body in every way possible.

I roll her onto her back, yank off my boxers and toss them to the ground. I spread her legs and kiss my way down her slightly rounded belly to her thicker thighs. I bite her flesh, and she jerks as I move to her inner thighs. I trace a circle on her heated flesh with my tongue.

“Fie,” She whines.