I got distracted with Calen Jr. and his bath, my heart full to bursting each time I looked at his precious little grin as he played with the bubbles. No matter what she is or what else she’s done, I can’t ever forget that she is his mother, that she’d essentially given me the greatest gift in the world. Was that enough to assuage my hate and anger? I don’t know.
A day ago, I would’ve said no, but now I’m straddling some imaginary fence in my head. I’ve never played the fool for anyone before and wasn’t too jazzed about starting now, but between mom’s staunch belief in her and what little I’d learned from the PI, I think I’m beginning to falter, hard.
She entered the nursery after giving me time alone with my son, to bathe and get him dressed for bed. We sat in the rocker by the window as he drifted off to the sound of my voice reading him a bedtime story.
I’m not sure she knew that I was still there when she came to tell him goodnight, but when I looked up from his crib after putting him down, she was standing there in the doorway looking unsure of herself; for some reason, that look did something dangerous to me. It’s that same look that used to bring out the protector in me. And maybe that’s why I turned away from our sleeping son and walked over to her.
I stood in front of her for a good two minutes, not saying a word while she stared down at the floor. “Come!” I took her hand and led her down the hallway, past her room, and onto mine. If nothing else, I can still enjoy fucking her; why not? She owes me.GiselleI shouldn’t enjoy so much his use of my body, but I’m powerless to stop him. There’s so much that needs doing between us, so much unresolved, and yet I’m selfish enough to take what little attention he gives me and run with it. For two years, I’d shut off all emotion except the love I bore my son, but now in these last few days, it’s as if the floodgates have opened up, and I can’t get enough of Calen. Even when he’s being mean to me, my poor love-starved heart succumbs still.
There were no words spoken between us as he led me to his bed. Nothing said when he undressed me and then himself. My knees were already shaking when he pushed me back against the bed and spread my legs open. “You’re wet!” My face became inflamed as he looked down at me spread open wide for his pleasure, and when he swiped a finger through my wet heat, my eyes crossed.
I bit into my lip so as not to give myself away, but it doesn’t take much for him to get my engine revving. It never did. I was able to hold back my moans for all of five seconds, biting a hole in my lower lip, but that was before he got down on his knees on the floor between my spread thighs and ran his tongue along the opening of my sex.
My tummy concaved as shock waves ran through me. No matter how often we share this intimacy, I can never get over the heights to which he makes me soar. My fingers burned to touch him, to hold him closer to me as he feasted on my flesh, and as if reading my mind, he took his lips and tongue away long enough to growl a command, “Touch me.”
I buried my fingers in his hair and pushed myself harder against his mouth while my heart threatened to jump out of my chest. How can someone who hates me as much as he does give me such mind-blowing pleasure?* * *CALEN* * *I don’t think I’d planned to fuck her tonight; I’m not sure. I’ve been a ball of confusion since her return, and the more I think about our situation, the less sense it all makes. My son is happy, loved, cossetted, I can see that with my own eyes. The woman who left me didn’t take any of the expensive gifts I gave her and never even accessed the bank account I’d opened for her. Neither had she tried to use any of the expense accounts I have opened for her all over the city and other parts of the world.
The PI’s story doesn’t add up with what I had in my head, and what’s more, when I fucked her the first time since she came back, she was tight as fuck. I remember a handful of times when I had to leave her for more than a week on business how tight she’d be when I took her as soon as I got home. I used to secretly joke with myself that if she ever cheated on me, I’d know because her body would tell on her.