Finding Gwen

Chapter Twenty-Six

Light streamed in through the window over Anthony’s bed. My body was blanketed in warmth, the weight of an arm on my side, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had woken up feeling so relaxed. That was until a small foot kicked me in the back. Unless Anthony shrunk overnight, I was fairly positive a certain someone had found his way into the bed in the middle of the night.

Turning over, I found Ollie sandwiched in between Anthony and I. Anthony’s arm that had been on me seconds ago was now wrapped protectively around his son. I was glad I had slipped a shirt on before passing out last night. An ache between my legs reminded me of the numerous orgasms given to me by the god-like man laying near me. Where that man found the stamina to go as many times as we had last night still eluded me.

Slipping out of bed, I pulled on my leggings from last night, then gathered the rest of clothes from the floor and walked them to the hamper. This was my last semi-clean pair of leggings, and as long as I was awake, I might as well do a load of laundry before Ollie woke up. I dragged the basket down the hall to the laundry room, where I started throwing in clothes, checking pockets as I went. Anthony had a bad habit of leaving pens and important papers stuffed into his, and I found the occasional small train hidden away in Oliver’s clothes.

My hand curled around a small box no bigger than the size of my palm from Anthony’s pants that he wore yesterday, and I wondered what was in it. I set it aside, telling myself to remember to give it to Anthony, and finished loading up the washer. Just as I was pushing start, arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into a hard chest. Anthony’s familiar scent flooded my senses, and I instantly relaxed into his embrace, leaning my head back onto his shoulder.

“Good morning, luce mia.” His low, still sleepy voice had my pussy pulsing with need as he ran his nose up my exposed neck.

“Mmm, good morning,” I softly moaned, not wanting to wake Ollie so I could have a few moments alone with Anthony. He started kissing my neck, and I melted into this touch. “Anthony, as much as I wanted to sneak away for more of this, Ollie is going to be awake any minute. Plus, don’t you need to get ready for a shift or something?”

“No. My boss is forcing me to take some time off.” He sighed, and I turned in his arms, admiring his shirtless chest and low hung sweatpants for a moment before embracing him. He laid his head on top of mine, relaxing into me. “I may have thrown a coffee mug…” He trailed off as if trying to hide the severity of what had happened. I wanted to push him for details, but decided against it.

“Well, I guess you’re stuck with us.” I pushed away from him, offering him a genuine smile. Ollie would love having him around for a bit and I wouldn’t mind being able to get my hands on him, too. Anthony bent forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips, then stood up, letting his hands fall from my waist.

“Oh, before I forget,” I said, turning to grab the box I had set aside, “I found this in your pants pocket.” Taking it from my outstretched hand, he opened it and pulled out a small silver bracelet. It had a round charm no bigger than the size of my thumb, with a chain connected on both sides. My heart pinged with jealousy that Anthony had bought jewelry for someone who wasn’t me.

Reading my mind, he gestured for my wrist and I held it out for him. “It’s for you,” he spoke, clasping it on before turning it so the charm was facing up. “I had the IT guy at work make this. It’s basically a panic button. If anything ever happened to you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

My heart beat against my chest while my throat clogged with emotion. I threw my arms around Anthony’s neck, needing to be as close to him as humanly possible. Surprised, he stumbled forward, but caught himself with a hand on the washer. I peppered his face with kisses like a high schooler who just got asked to prom by her crush. Anthony chuckled, lifting me up until I was seated on top of the washer, and nudged my legs apart so he could step in between them. Face to face, I couldn’t help but feel proud seeing the smile that spread across his lips.

“Thank you, Anthony. I love it.” I pulled him toward me, claiming his lips with mine and deepening the kiss as his hands rested on my hips. The kiss quickly turned heated, our tongues dancing together while he expertly massaged my inner thighs. Arousal flooded my center, and I wrapped my legs around his, pulling his body into mine. His hard cock rubbed against my sensitive clit through my leggings and I remembered I never put on underwear.

One of Anthony’s hands made its way up my body until it grazed the bottom of my breast while the other pressed under my ass. Fingers brushed over my nipple, eliciting a breathy moan as I pushed my body harder into his. His lips left mine, nipping at the sensitive spot in the crook of my neck, adding to the pleasure.

“Take what you need. Use me, luce mia,” he rasped, his hand kneading my breast. My hips picked up speed, chasing the orgasm that was building as Anthony’s hand under my ass supported me. I was so close, the friction from the fabric on the bundle of nerves pushing me closer to the edge. It wasn’t enough, though.

“Anthony, please…” I begged, barely able to get out the words. His hand slipped out from under my ass, sliding into the front of my leggings. Anthony roughly inserted two fingers into me and I grinded against his hand.

“Are you going to come for me, Gwen?” I nodded my head, unable to speak from how hard I was clenching my jaw to keep from screaming out. He rolled my nipple between his thumb and finger, pinching it until a strangled whimper escaped my throat.

Anthony covered my mouth with his, swallowing every sound I made while my orgasm shook through my body. Wave after wave of ecstasy coasted my veins until I went limp in Anthony’s arms. He slowly withdrew his fingers, sucking them clean, and I shuddered from his heated gaze boring into my soul.

This man…

“Daddy!” Ollie’s voice traveled down the hall. Immediately, I went into nanny mode, trying to figure out how to look more presentable as I pulled away from Anthony, trying to slide off the washer. Instead of letting me go, he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“Let me get him. You can get ready for the day while I make him some breakfast.” He lifted me off the washer, making sure I was steady on my feet before running his hands up and down my arms, warming my skin with his touch.

“No scrambled eggs, please,” I teased.

“I’ll stick to cereal.” He winked, sneaking in one last kiss before leaving me alone in the laundry room. If this was how every morning was going to be with Anthony taking time off, I could get used to it.

Two weeks. Anthony had been glued to my side for two weeks, and I was ready to pull my hair out. Ollie and I no longer had our routine. Anthony accompanied us everywhere, no matter if we went up the road to a playdate or to the store. While he was nothing short of a doting father and an enthusiastic sex partner, I needed space.

I tried to talk to him about how I was feeling, but it was hard to be upset when Anthony reminded me he had nothing but my safety in mind. Ollie had been begging to go to a park and when Anthony volunteered, I faked an upset stomach and practically shoved the two of them out of the door.

They were back too soon, the sound of Ollie’s footsteps carrying through the house as he ran to the kitchen. He threw himself at my legs and I crouched down to give him a hug. Having his dad home more often had made Ollie ecstatic, so I didn’t complain too much.

“Ms. Gen, Daddy went down the slide!” Ollie exclaimed as Anthony walked into the kitchen, setting down the water bottles he had taken with them to the park.

“Did you wait at the bottom and catch him?” I asked Ollie, trying not to laugh at the mental image of Anthony trying to fit down a children’s slide.

“Yes. Daddy was brave. He did it all by himself.” Ollie offered his dad a thumbs up, while I caught his gaze, my eyebrows raised in curiosity as to what went down at the park. Anthony simply shook his head, a smile dancing across his lips. His dimples were hidden by the facial hair that had begun growing wild, no longer restricted to the confines of a professional appearance, but I knew they were there. Ollie placed two tiny hands on my cheeks, forcing me to look at him. “Ms. Gen, do your tummy feel better now?”

“It does, sweet boy.” I squeezed him, eliciting a giggle that turned into laughter as I tickled his sides. A ringing cell phone sounded over us and I watched Anthony pull out his phone, turning to leave the kitchen while he answered it. I redirected my attention back to Ollie. “How about some lunch?”

He was set up with a peanut butter sandwich at the dining room table when Anthony came back into the kitchen. His face was void of emotion. Walking up to me, he wrapped his arms around me, urging our bodies together. There were often moments like these, tiny bits of peace where everything in the world felt right. We hadn’t had an official talk about what our future together looked like, but it didn’t matter. As long as Anthony held me like I was his anchor in this world, I would stay by his side forever.

“Jason got kicked off the case,” he muttered.

“I’m sorry, Anthony,” I said, resting my arms around his neck. “I know not having any control must be frustrating.”

“He made copies of the files before he left and wants to meet. He thinks since I’ve been away for a few weeks, I may be able to look at them with a fresh eye.”

“You should go. Besides, Ivy’s flight is today and she’s coming over for dinner. I want to go to the store and get something special.”

“No. If something happened to you or Oliver while I was gone…” His words trailed off, his brows furrowed.

“Anthony, you can’t be with us 24/7 for forever. We’re going to have to find a new normal. Plus, you made sure you would always be able to find us.” I held up my wrist, the silver bracelet hanging loosely. Besides showering, it never came off. “Everything will be okay.”

“Alright, luce mia. I’m only going to meet him for a few hours, though, and you need to promise me you’ll keep me updated.”

“Promise,” I whispered, standing on my tiptoes to give him a quick kiss. Three little words threatened to slip off my tongue, but I caught myself. Was I ready to tell Anthony that I loved him? He obviously cared for me. But was that enough?

Anthony kissed the top of my head, then walked over to Ollie, who was covered in peanut butter, his sandwich nearly gone. He leaned down, planting a kiss on his head before walking back through the kitchen and to the garage door. His hands hesitated on the doorknob, turning to me. “Call me if you need anything.”

I nodded, shooing him out the door. My emotions were all over the place and if he saw me crying, I knew he’d never leave. The clambering of the garage door closing signaled his departure, and I released a shaky breath.

Time to find a new normal.