The Player and the Single Mom

“Do you really want to wait until July to move in? That’s so far away.” I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her earlobe before trailing kisses along her jaw.

“Stop.” She shoved me away. She sounded amused but determined. “I’m not changing my mind.”

“I’m just kissing you goodbye,” I protested. “I wasn’t trying anything, I swear. I don’t want to get caught by the kids either. I want them to feel comfortable with me being around.”

She cupped my cheeks and gave me a soft kiss. “Then get the hell out of my house.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Sera

Walkinginto Cash’s house had a whole new meaning now. Before, I’d been mildly curious as to how he lived, and a little jealous of the soaring ceilings. But beyond that, it had just been his house, something completely and entirely out of my league, and I’d had no more than a few glimpses of it when I brought the kids riding.

But now his house was going to be my house.

It was intimidating.

“You don’t have to ring the bell,” he said, after he opened the door. “Just come in.”

I had just rang the doorbell automatically. “I didn’t want to assume. Though honestly, I didn’t even think about it.”

“Here, I’ll add you to the security system so you can access everything.” He did a few things on his phone then said, “You’ll get an email that you’ve been invited to join the system and then you can do everything you need. Turn the alarm on and off, lock and unlock the doors, turn the heat up or down, all of that stuff.”

Of course his house would be a smart house, the total opposite of mine. Mine was more like a smart-ass house, tossing attitude at me every chance it got. I was still standing on the doorstep, suddenly afraid to step inside. I was used to a small house. Sure, it was cramped, and I never had anywhere to store extra peanut butter, but I liked the coziness of it. I always knew where the kids were, I had control. This felt like something entirely out of my control.

“Where do you want to start the tour?” he asked, taking my hand and pulling me inside. “The bedroom or the bedroom?”

Cash’s sex drive was also a little intimidating. It was one thing to appreciate it and embrace it on vacation. It was a whole other thing when you’re running a business and raising three, soon to be four, kids. There were going to be occasions when I was not going to be able or willing to have sex with him for a variety of reasons, like sleep deprivation, chauffeuring kids, and a long day at work. Was real life Sera even someone he would like? I didn’t know and it was scary.

It wasn’t like I didn’t want to have great sex every day but I had a lot on my plate.

In this case, though, I did want to just have him sweep me off into his bedroom and make me forget everything that was pressing on me.

“Any room that has a bed and doesn’t have children.”

“I’ve got five of those so let’s go to the nearest one.”

Then he startled me by picking me up with an arm under my ass and lifted me right off the floor. I grabbed his shoulders and tried not to feel nauseous. I could demand he put me down because of my morning sickness but I was secretly gleeful that he could pick me up considering my height. Not to mention I’d spent the last fourteen years hauling kids around. It was nice to be the one catching a ride for a change.

Cash walked past the kitchen down a hallway. “The guest room.” He threw open the door. Then he set me down and cupped my cheeks to kiss me.

The sweep of his tongue against my lips had me opening easily for him, my body instantly responding to his touch.

“I’ve missed your body,” he said, lifting my T-shirt off over my head. His eyes widened. “Whoa. What’s going on here?”

He was talking about my substantially larger chest. “Hormones, I guess.”

“Can I touch them?” he asked.

That almost made me laugh but I just nodded. I did appreciate his consideration. “I’m definitely feeling better all the way around.”

“Good, because I felt terrible when you threw up at the restaurant. Like it was my fault.” Cash ran his hands down my shoulders, brushing his thumbs across my nipples.

I sucked in a breath. It really had been a long time since we’d had sex. “How was that your fault?”

“My big cock got you pregnant.” He took my hand and put it on the cock in question.

Yep. Definitely big. “You’re right. Totally your fault. It had nothing to do with me jumping on your lap.” The memory made me feel hot inside and out. “We need to get our story straight as to how this all happened because some day our child is going to want to know.”

Cash bent down and nuzzled my neck. “We have plenty of time. Let’s not talk about the baby right now. I just want to feel you.”

He was right. I needed to stop talking.

Goosebumps rose on my arms and chest as he shifted his lips to the swell of my breasts. “Take my pants off,” I urged.

He pulled back and gave me a look that flooded my inner thighs with moisture. “Who is calling the shots here? Me or you?”

I bit my bottom lip and thought about protesting. But I had seen enough in Cancun to know that it was in my best interest to let Cash take charge. “You are,” I murmured.

His eyes darkened. “That’s right. Lie still, Sera.”

Cash ran his hand down my side, over my hip, over my thigh, a soft, caressing touch, like he was reacquainting himself with the feel of me. He slipped down between my legs, but just briefly, before rising up the length of me again. This time when he went up to my breast, he teased at my nipple, before retreating. After several passes that had my breath hitching and my legs easing apart in invitation, he switched to my other side.

“You’re just so beautiful,” he murmured. “I love the way you feel.”

I wanted him to touch me more intimately, to take my jeans down, push my panties aside, and fill me with him. But everything in my life was frantic and rushed and Cash seemed to know instinctively when to take me fast and when to lead me there slowly.

By the time he unzipped my jeans there were goosebumps on my flesh, a deep ache in my womb, and the sound of my anxious breathing in the air. I could smell Cash’s masculine scent, feel the strength of his arms surrounding me and the weight of his large hands as he pulled my pants down and off.

He paused then, to divest himself of his clothes and I watched him climb back onto the bed, fully naked and fully erect. I waited, aroused and relaxed, appreciating Cash and wanting him to lead. He’d been right about the freedom of not having to make decisions, of being confidently led where I needed to go.

He was also right about the freedom of not using a condom.

Cash tugged me to the end of the bed and raised my legs up around his shoulders. He pushed deep inside me and we moaned together. His grip on the backs of my thighs tightened and I felt completed by him. That we belonged together.

I had missed Cash. I had missed his touch, missed the feel of him inside me, the pleasure he wrought from me, the strength of his arms around me.

I had missed him and I was in awe of it, loving it at the exact same time that it scared the absolute daylights out of me.

My eyes drifted closed so I didn’t have to see him, so I didn’t give in to the sudden urge to cry. I concentrated on the feel of him, on the rhythm of his thrusts, on the way he sensed when I was closed and reached a finger down between us and brushed it over my clit.

When I came, I didn’t open my eyes for another solid sixty seconds, afraid to show him everything I was feeling.

Cash

“This is a beautiful house,”Sera said as I showed her around upstairs.

I couldn’t tell what she was really thinking. She’d been quiet since we’d gotten dressed after sex. She hadn’t wanted to linger in bed. “You can change things if you want. I’m not attached to anything in particular except for what’s in the FROG.”

“We need to rename that room. I can’t be talking about the FROG all the time.”

“Call it whatever you want.” I opened the door to my room, wondering if I could talk her into a second sex session, despite her undecipherable mood. The first had gone much quicker than I had expected, but the feel of her beneath me, her sweet tempting body, no condom… I hadn’t drawn it out. “The main bedroom.”

“This is huge.” She wandered into the bathroom. “Look at this tub. It’s amazing. Not that I’ll ever have time to soak in it, but it looks like it would be wonderful.”

Her voice sounded flat. I didn’t like that. “Are you okay, Serafima? What’s going on right now?”