Left (Left 1)

The car is quiet as the night settles in and the sky turns into a star-dotted landscape of indigo. One of the things I love most about Texas is the sky. We’ve been a lot of places with Dad, but this will always be home. I sneak a look at Liv. She’s passed out in the passenger seat. Her shorts have ridden up to reveal a tantalizing amount of thigh. I want to reach over and see if her skin is as soft as her lips were.

I lied to her and maybe myself last night. Ignoring this is only going to last so long. She’s a virus that got into my system, and I have no clue how to cure myself. I shift in the driving seat and will my cock to calm down. I’ve been rock hard since I got home and saw her wearing those ass-hugging khaki shorts and a white tank top.

She has her hair up in a curly puff that leaves her graceful neck bare. I want to bit it and mark her as mine. The feelings I hold for her disturb me. They’re more mature than the ones I once had for my fiancée. Liv and I have been tried and tested. Perhaps that made the difference.

When Phoenix asked me about Liv being his mother, it struck me. I do consider live their permanent mother.

She’s bathed, fed, and changed them for the past three years. Her not living with is a technicality. She’s over our place more than not. It’s why she has a room. When anything happens, good or bad, she’s the one I turn to, and she’s never let me down. Would becoming an us be a bad thing?

I can’t stand the thought of putting my emotions out there, but I’m already invested in Liv. It’d hurt more to see her leave. She thinks she’s hurting the kids with our arrangement. I saw it in her eyes. She’s stubborn as a damn mule. Once she gets an idea in her head, she won’t relinquish it without a good reason to. I’m a strong man, but this situation has me damn near ready to toss my cookies. I’m rusty at romance and relationships, and Liv deserves better than some half-ass attempt to win her over.

I curl my hands around the steering wheel and grind my teeth together. The little bitch is still fucking with my life. I’m emotionally constipated. There's no such thing as doing better than Liv Cole. I know it. Yet, here I am scared to take the next step. She took on the weight of the world to help me with the children when she didn’t have to. What could happen at this stage to make her cut and run? Short or me cheating, which would never happen, we can weather it. I continue the debate as the GPS system guides me into the heart of New Braunfels I realize I might be ready to try. We pull up in front of the tiny electric blue home with white shudders, flower boxes full of colorful blooms and the fairy garden I knew would be a big hit. I can’t wait for everyone to see it during the day.

I reach over and run my knuckles down Liv’s face. Her skin is butter soft.

“Hey, It’s time to get up.” I lean in and inhale her scent. She smells sweet and fresh. I want to bury my nose in her neck and inhale her scent and feel her body pressed against mine.

“Hmm.” Her eyelids flutter open, and she gives me a drowsy smile. “We’re here?” She clears her throat, sits up.

“Yeah. I’m going to unlock the door and turn on some lights. I’ll be right back.”

I walk up to the home and find the rental keys in the mailbox, where they said they’d be. I unlock the white wooden door, step inside and go through turning on the lights and turning down bed sheets. When I return to the car, Liv is standing outside the car.

“I got them all unbuckled,” she says with a soft smile. In the moonlight, she’s an ethereal goddess. I want to step closer and take her mouth and show her everything I can’t manage to say. I look down instead.

“Thanks, let’s get them in bed, and then we’ll bring in our stuff.” We work together quietly depositing the little bodies in their bunks for the evening. We creep out onto the porch, and I stretch my arm over my head.

“Sorry I was a crappy road trip partner,” she says.

“It’s alright. I knew you were tired,” I say.

“You’re too good to me,” she says.

I cup her face, and she leans into my touch. My mouth goes dry.

“Liv.” I breathe her name. She straightens. Her brown eyes darken with the want I feel to my core. I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her to me. She tilts her head back, and I lower my mouth to her lush lips. She moans and I dart my tongue in, taking what I’ve been long denied. She’s sweet, hot, and so feminine it hurts. Her curves press against me, fitting like we’re two pieces of the same puzzle. I run my hands down her body and palm her firm ass, massaging the globes.

She rocks her hips into me, and my cock strains to get out of my pants. I tear my lips for her.

“Careful. You keep moving against me like that, and I’m not going to be able to stop myself from taking you right here on this porch.”

She mewls. “It’s been a long time for me, and right now all I can think about is how good you’d feel wrapped around my cock.” The words are coming out faster than I can try to contain them. She bites her bottom lip. I locked the beast away inside myself the day I was stood up at the altar. Now, he’s unleashed and ready to make up for lost time.

“You shouldn’t,” she whispers. Her voice is husky, and her eyes are unfocused.

“I shouldn’t want you?” I move my hand around the front of her body and cup her pussy through her shorts. “Or I shouldn’t touch you.” I rub my palm against the heat coming through her khaki.

She grips my biceps. “Oh, Hous.”

The sound of my name spilling from her lips has my dick leaking pre-come. She rocks her hips, and I know I’m hitting the right spot. She mewls.

“Are you wet fo

r me right now, Kitten?”

“So wet.”

“Fuck, I bet you taste like spun sugar.” I make smaller circles. She bucks against me. Breathe escapes her parted lips in tiny puffs of air. “That’s it, let go for me.” She leans forward buries her face against my chest and releases a muffled cry. My cock jerks and yields more liquid than I wanted. I growl. “Got me about to come in my pants like a boy who just hit puberty.” I kiss the crown of her head.