Home to You

“Breakfast in bed?” she asks, coming up behind me and wrapping her arms around my chest. “I don’t recall seeing this side of you way back when.”

“That’s because we were both living at home, eating the food our parents bought. It was hard enough taking you on dates and finding places to hide on deserted country roads to have my wicked way with you in the back seat.”

She giggles. “Those were the days.”

I remove the pancakes from the griddle and flip off the burner before turning in her arms. I wrap mine around her and hold her close, kissing the pile of curls on the crown of her head. “They were good days, for sure,” I reply, recalling how, as teenagers, we’d have sex anytime and anywhere without a care in the world. But as amazing as that was, having Haven in a bed with blankets and real walls around us is much more preferred.

Haven rests her cheek against my chest. “You’re different, you know.”

I snort. “I hope so. I think I lasted about three minutes tops back then,” I reply with a laugh, though it’s not that far from the truth. Haven was gorgeous even back then, and I’d get so worked up the moment I touched her body that I’d only be able to last minutes.

“Well,” she replies, batting her eyelashes, “your stamina has definitely improved, but so have your moves.” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively and gives me a grin laced with naughty intentions.

I can’t help it. I rub my hard cock against her stomach, my brain short-circuiting at the glorious friction. “I have so many moves I want to show you,” I whisper, running my open mouth down the slender column of her neck.

She gasps as she turns her head, seeking out my own neck. Haven runs her tongue over my Adam’s apple and nips at my flesh. “Would these moves happen to be ones you can show me in the shower?”

“Fuck yes,” I state, shoving the plate of pancakes in the microwave before tossing her over my shoulder and carrying her toward my bathroom. My hand lands hard on her bare ass. Her yelp is immediately followed by a moan of pleasure as my palm soothes the sting.

When I set her feet down, her hands instantly dive for the belt on my khaki pants. I rip the shirt she’s wearing up and over her head, exposing her pert tits and her tight little body. Fuck, I’m already so hard I can’t see straight. This morning might be a three-minute ride too.

The moment we’re both naked and tumbling under the shower spray, I turn her around and press her into the tile wall. “Hang on tight, Have. This is going to be a fast, hard ride.”

My mind has been reeling all week. I’ve been in a fog all morning, my thoughts continually returning to the woman who shared my bed.

“Come on, Daddy!” Chloe hollers from the doorway where she’s been standing and waiting for the last few minutes. Now, when I walk around the corner, she’s tapping her foot on the floor and giving me a pointed look. “You’re being too slow!”

I laugh and scoop up my daughter as I walk by. With the front door secured, we head to the truck and pile in. “You want to stop and get some groceries before we go?” I ask, fighting the smile that’s threatening to spread across my face.

“No, Daddy! We need to go now and get the eggs!” she demands, anger marring her usually sweet little features as I stare back at her from the rearview mirror.

I finally laugh and start the truck, throwing the shifter into reverse and backing out. Chloe has been looking forward to today all week. After she got back from the zoo, she’s talked about nothing but animals since. The zoo animals transformed into the barnyard animals at the Decker farm, so Haven talked to her parents, and they thought Saturday was the perfect day to bring Chloe for a visit. That’s where we’re headed.

I’m thrilled to see my daughter interact with the animals, but I’m probably more excited to see Haven. She had a few classes throughout the week, which kept her busy until dinner time. We had her over twice for a short visit, but she hasn’t spent the night since Monday night. And last night was an away football game, so I didn’t get to see her in the stands. As much as I want her as an active part of my life, I still want to make sure we do things right, and I’m worried Chloe waking up and seeing Haven in my bed might be a step my daughter’s not prepared for.

But I hope to talk to her about that today.

She’s headed back to her mom’s this afternoon, so now is the perfect time to feel her out.