The Company You Keep

“Let’s see,” I say, slipping my hand over her ass and around her to her pussy. Through her jeans, I can feel how wet she is. I want to be between her thighs so bad. The second we’re in the bathroom, I sit her on the counter and lift her sweater off.

“Fuck, your tits are so damn sexy.”

I skim my fingers over her tender skin, slipping the straps through my fingers and off her tiny shoulders. I lean in and let the back of my hand slides over her arms and she moans. “Take me,” she whispers in my ear, biting my lobe. I grab her button on her pants and tug. I’ll give her whatever she wants. It doesn’t help that I want her just as badly. She reaches between us and strokes my cock, but I move out of her reach to take off her pants.

“Fuck,” I mutter, biting at her soaking wet panties. “Mine.”

“Hey, don’t go ruining my undies. We didn’t grab more than a bag of my clothes.”

“We’ll get it packed. I own a moving company still.”

“Oh duh. I forgot. You may continue,” she coos, running her hands through my hair.

“Yes, your grace,” I say, dragging off her panties. I breathe in her honeyed sweetness then glide my tongue over her slit. She’s shakes and grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me up.

“I need you inside me. Now.” Her hands fiddle with my belt. She gets it off and my pants open before shoving them down my ass until my cock is unleashed.

“As you wish,” I grunt, thrusting my cock into her core. She cries out, leaning her head onto my shoulder as I drill her to the counter.

“I’m coming,” she screams, biting my neck and jaw tenderly. I thrust two more times until I come, emptying every drop into her pussy.

“That was fast,” I admit, pulling out to turn on the shower.

“Well, you know how much I need you.” She hops off the counter without my help and sways her sexy ass over to the shower, sneaking in before I can take all my clothes off.

I climb in behind her, stealing a kiss on the back of her neck. “Same here, baby. Now let’s shower and get some sleep. We only have a couple of days before we have guests and we have to go back to work,” I remind her.

“I thought you would try getting me to quit.”

“Oh, I want you to quit when our babies are born, but I’m not going to force you. We don’t need the money and I’m planning on consolidating, so I work less,” I admit.

“I could definitely agree with that,” she utters as she leans back and lets the water soak her hair.

Damn, she’s everything that’s perfect. My life is now perfect.

Chapter 16

Piper

It’s Christmas Eve and Amanda and her kids arrive with the help of my guard that James hired. I thought the guy lived in my neighborhood because I would see him maybe once a day in passing once I stopped working late. His name is Kahn. He’s a big ass beast looking motherfucker who comes off as a gentle giant when he smiles at Amanda and her kids. He’s about ten years older than her and has a daughter in college, but there’s something in his eyes that reminds me of the way James looks at me. “Thank you for doing all of this for us,” Amanda says, tears pooling in her eyes. I reach out and pull her in for a hug, and that’s when I feel them fall.

“You’re so welcome. I hope that everything works out well.” We break apart, and James slides his hand around my waist. He can’t help but have his hands all over me. I don’t mind one bit.

“I already feel like things are looking up.” She smiles as the youngest comes to hug her legs.

“I love you, mommy,” she shouts, squeezing her again. “I love you too, pumpkin.”

I look at down at her then back up to her mom. “She’s adorable. Really, they all are.”

“Thank you. I’m blessed. Of all the things that happened over the years, I have them.”

Kahn comes up, and the littlest girl runs into his arms. She hugs him tightly. I don’t know what’s going on, but I hope he’s careful not to give them expectations.

“I’m hungry,” her son says, coming up to us. He’s seven and super adorable. I hope that he’s not too distraught about the situation. The oldest boy seems to be sitting on the sofa all alone.

“Good, we have tons of food and goodies!” James cheers. “Are you kids ready to eat?”

“Yes,” they say in unison, but the eldest’s response isn’t enthusiastic at all. I’m about to say something when James goes over to talk to him.

“Who wants to help me set the plates?” I ask the two kids. They both jump up and down to do it.