“That’s a negative. You know that, right? I mean, when the kids are here, as in physically here, I’ll refrain myself. But say, the kids are at school or in the pool or perhaps busy and you bend over to put the laundry away. I can’t help myself.”
“Cooper, you’re a grown ass man, you can refrain yourself.” I point the salad fork at him.
“I’m a twelve-year-old boy when it comes to you. I’m just waiting for my wet dreams to come when I’m on the road.” He winks at me.
“How about we compromise? You try to be the mature adult.” I smile at him while he gives me the stink eye.
When I finally finish preparing supper, I sit next to him where we just talk about the things happening. Now that school is in session there are more activities. Allison has ballet, swimming, skating, gymnastics. Along with Matthew and his intense hockey schedule. Sometimes I’m out all day. Every day.
“I go on a road trip for two weeks after the game on Friday.”
“I know, you wrote it on the calendar. You also set it up on my phone.” I look over. “It’s kind of our first real test, right?”
“Test? What does that mean?”
“It means we’ve never really been apart that long since we got together. It’s going to be interesting to see how we handle it.”
His eyes turn to slits. “You think I’m going to fuck around, don’t you?”
“Umm, what the fuck?” I glare at him. “Are you deranged? You think I would move my kids, myself, my life in with you if I thought you would fuck around the minute your dick stays dry for longer than three days?” I point my finger at him. “You are an asshole.” I pick up my plate and slam it down in the sink. Well, not too hard or else I’m stuck picking up broken plates. “I’m going to bed.”
I don’t even wait for a response. I climb upstairs and go about my nightly routine. I hear him come in the room but don’t turn around to even acknowledge him. I’m so mad at him right now.
I get into the bed, turning on my side, giving him my back. Now this should be a sign that I’m really fucking pissed because I’m always in the middle of the bed, always. It’s our meeting point if you may. Turning off my sidelight, I hear him do his nightly routine in the washroom.
When he comes to bed, he turns off his light, bringing the room into darkness. I feel his heat hit my back, and he drags me to the middle of the bed. Curling up behind me, he moves my hair aside from my neck where he starts giving me little butterfly kisses. “I’m sorry. I was a douche,” he says between pecks. “I really am not looking forward to leaving you and the kids.” His hand sneaks up my shirt to hold my breast. “I could never understand it before when the guys used to bitch about leaving their family. But I get it now.” He turns me to face him, hiking my leg over his thigh. “Forgive me for being an idiot?” he asks, then kisses my forehead.
“I forgive you for being a fucking idiot, yes. I don’t like it either, but it’s what we signed up for, I guess. I’ve never had to do this before. I mean, my ex went on business trips, but it was a three max four-day thing. This is fourteen days. I’m going to miss seeing this mug in the morning.” I kiss his chin.
“The time change will fuck with us also. But the good news…” he says, “naked Skype.”
“Dude, Skype is so last year. It’s called Facetime!” I go to correct him.
“I don’t give a shit what you call it. It’s you naked, with me watching.”
I laugh at him. “Oh, I get to dust off the old toys.”
“Toys?” He seems confused.
“My treasure chest. My BOB. Well, actually I have many BOBs, so I’ll let you pick the color.” I rub my hand up his chest, feeling him get hard right in my center.
“You’ve never showed me these toys. Did you bring them here?”
“Nope, still at my house. It’s a thing that has to be done discreetly. I’ll be sure to bring them over only when you leave so I can surprise you.” I feel him pushing into my core.
“How many times do I have to say we sleep naked in the house?” he says, frustrated.
“Not many, except when you’re a dick and I don’t like you, say like ten minutes ago.”
It takes him one move to rip, I said rip my lace panties off. It takes him less than three seconds to enter me in one long stroke.
“Sleep naked always,” he says, bringing me slowly to my peak.