63. Chapter 63 Jack
Chapter sixty-three
“It’s going to be fine, Jackie. Just breathe,” Margot says, running her hands up and down my arms.
She looks so much like herself in a pastel pink sundress and matching cardigan, with her hair styled down and framing her face, it takes my breath away.
I can tell the moment her thoughts turn mischievous, the glint in her eyes undeniable, especially paired with the smirk growing across her face.
“Or…” She drops down slowly, her touch following her down from my chest to the waistband of my slacks, giving me chills.
Her salacious intention is crystal clear as she sits on her knees, staring up at me and biting her lip.
She continues the descent of her touch, finding her mark and squeezing my fully erect cock, threatening to dissolve the last thread of restraint I’m holding on to.
With my head thrown back, a groan of both pleasure and irritation falls from my mouth. “Woman, get off the damn floor,” I command, my hand around her throat as she rises.
Her devious little smirk remains as she wraps her arms loosely around my neck, swaying us back and forth. “See, you’re not nervous anymore!”
“No, you’re right. Having a rock-hard cock is a much better alternative for when your mother arrives.
” I adjust my crotch with one hand in an attempt to hide the obvious dick print there, while my other hand finds the small of her back.
She bypassed heels in lieu of sandals today, so our height difference is exaggerated as she stares up at me.
And I still have to pinch myself to make sure this isn’t just a dream.
After a week of absolute bliss, we decided it was time to tell Blanche.
Well, more like Blanche was going to be in the city this weekend, and Margot decided for us both that we had to tell her.
We both took the week off work, and after a trip to her apartment to get enough of her things, we’ve pretty much been living in our sheets.
I don’t know if it's the fact that this used to be her home and it's been home for me for the last two years, or just how naturally domestic we’ve been together, but it really does feel like ours.
My mornings have consisted of waking up by my body’s alarm for once, making pancakes to bring my princess in bed, then waking her up to eat a breakfast of my own between her legs.
After a few orgasms each, Margot will drag me reluctantly out of the house to hit the gym where she’ll completely show me up before pulling me into the shower for another round or two.
We’ll get dressed, pick a spot for lunch neither of us has been to before, then head home, barely making it in the door before fucking on the first surface we can get to.
When we’re equal parts exhausted and satiated, we’ll lounge around binge-watching TV or playing games or just talking.
Then after takeout for dinner, we’ll get ready for bed and make love until we fall asleep.
Needless to say, it’s been the best week of my life.
We’ve been living in this honeymoon dreamland, but with Blanche coming over, it's back to our real life, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. Not that I would ever stop fighting for Margot, but real life will probably mean less sex.
Margot grabs my face in her hands, lowering my attention to her, then brushes back the hair falling onto my brow.
“It’s going to be fine . I promise, you have nothing to worry about.
Mom loves us both so much, I know she’ll be thrilled we’ve finally found someone who makes us happy.
And even in the one thousandth of a chance she hates it, I’m not going anywhere. ”
The impact of that last statement lifts a weight I didn’t even realize I was carrying. You won’t lose her. Without a second thought, I lift her by her ass and walk her over to the kitchen island, her legs wrapping around me instinctively as our mouths meet in a ferocious kiss.
It doesn’t matter that I’ve had her so many times today I’ve lost count or that our company should be arriving any minute.
I need her. With my brow against hers, I break our kiss only long enough to get out a breathy, “I love you, baby girl,” before going back in to savage her mouth, biting and sucking ravenously, not stopping even when the doorbell rings, letting us know Blanche is here.
“Jack, come on, let’s go let Mom in,” she pants, able to pull her lips away from mine but still trapped in my embrace.
I’m standing between her legs, holding her waist to mine with one hand, while grabbing a fist full of hair with my other as I keep her head pressed against my own. “You promise you won’t leave me? No matter how this goes?”
“Pinky promise, baby,” she whispers, followed by a chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth.
Taking in a deep breath, I back away, allowing her to hop down. I’m shaking at the loss of her contact and frozen in place until she laces her fingers in mine and leads me toward the door.
Blanche’s infectious smile calms my nerves the moment Margot opens the door. “Thanks so much for having me over, Jack! I missed you last time I was in the city!”
“Well, come in, come in. Dinner is almost ready,” I say, giving her a hug and a kiss before taking her coat.
She’s been here enough between the time Margot lived here and visiting me to know her way around, and immediately makes her way into the kitchen to help get the meal prepped.
“Of course you didn’t actually cook anything.
Really, you’re just heating up garlic bread?
That’s what you meant by dinner’s almost ready?
When Margot called to tell me you two wanted to make dinner for me, I imagined more than just heating up… Oh!”
Her rambling is cut short when she turns her attention back to where her daughter is now standing in front of me, her back to my front, hugging my arms around her waist and kissing one of my hands that are interlocked with hers.
The moment she cocooned herself in my arms, wiggling her ass against me in the process, I couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss the bare strip of skin between her hair and sweater.
Which just happens to be what I’m doing when her mom turns to see us.
“Ohhhhh…” Blanche’s eyes go wide in shock.
While I snap back up to my full height like a kid caught with their hands in a cookie jar, Margot remains cool as ever, swaying us back and forth. “Mom, Jack and I are together.”
Tears well up in Blanche’s eyes, and I’m immediately flooded with guilt. Fuck, I’m going to break up this family. My mind is spiraling, unable to find a future when one of the people I love most in the world doesn’t end up hurt by this union in some way or another, when Blanche pounces.
“Oh my babies! Finally!” She wraps her arms around us both, creating a Margot sandwich.
“Wait, you don’t think it’s weird? Us growing up together?” I ask as the color slowly returns to my skin.
“Of course not! I know you didn’t really see her as a sister. You know why? Because she has brothers who didn’t treat her anywhere close to how you did. You were always more of a guardian angel looking after her. And I know for a fact Margot didn’t see you as anything but her future husband.”
“Mom!”
“Well, it’s true! You’ve been in love with him all your life, darling.” Her words steal the air from my lungs, causing me to tighten my hold on the woman in my arms, who’s loved my undeserving ass for so long.
“Anywho, I knew what was going on in my own house, and if there had been anything inappropriate happening, I would’ve picked up on it immediately.
It’s perfectly normal for your love of someone to change over time, dear.
What I do know for a fact is that nobody will ever love my daughter the way you have for so long, and I can sleep easy at night knowing she’s got someone she can trust implicitly. ”
My internal tail stops wagging at the mention of trust. The trust I broke before she was even mine.
Fuck. If I’m ever going to live up to that man Blanche described, I have to tell her it was me.
Because she’s right. Nobody will ever love Margot Sinclair the way I do, but I can’t in good conscience let her love me without knowing everything.
The oven timer sounds, breaking our embrace in order to get the rest of the food on the table, although I doubt I’ll be able to stomach anything.
Not with the guilt of my deception haunting me after hearing Blanche praise my intentions toward her daughter.
On the contrary, the two ladies dig in as Margot tells her mom how we came to be in a relationship. A few too many details.
“Jesus Christ, Margot, I don’t think your mom needs to know how many times you, uh… finished …in one night.”
Both Sinclair women look at me like I’ve sprouted a horn. “That is absolutely of utmost importance when choosing a partner. Eleven is definitely an accomplishment. Be that as it may, my husband had you beat, Jackie.”
This time, Margot joins me in my horror, her skin flushing to the same color mine has been. “Oh God, I did not need to know that about Daddy. I’m still under the illusion he gave you three, max…ugh, let’s just drop it.”
“Yes, please,” I agree, putting my arm around the back of my girl’s chair and twirling her hair between my fingers to calm my nerves. “And when we tell your brothers, can we just avoid this whole conversation altogether?”
“Oh, don’t worry, dears. I’ll take care of the boys,” Blanche says, pausing for a drink. “But if they aren’t aspiring toward double digits, I raised them wrong.”
No, I think they are just fine. I’ve personally witnessed one of them attempting this, and from my recent mentorship with the other, I think his women are fine too.
That is, if the temperature high for the day is equal to or less than what was predicted and he finishes reading the morning paper before he’s finished with his coffee, or some shit like that.
“Thanks, Mom.” Margot lays her head on my chest, and before I know what I’m doing, I’ve pulled her from her seat beside me into my lap and nestled my face into her neck.
“On second thought, why don’t we wait until after LJ is born.” Blanche coughs out, reminding me that we have very important company at our table tonight and that I can’t lift her daughter’s dress and sink into her while we finish our dinner.
I reluctantly put my princess back in her chair before kissing the top of her head. “Now that I can agree. In fact, why don’t we just wait until we have a baby to show them? I’ve seen the way they both swoon over the thought of LJ. They can’t be mad at a baby.”
A look of genuine sadness crosses Blanche’s face, scaring the absolute shit out of me, because I too am excited about that little guy. “Oh God, what’s wrong? Is LJ okay?”
“Oh, he's doing wonderful, last I heard! It’s nothing really, I just realized if you two are together, I only get half the number of grandbabies from you.”
We haven’t really talked about kids, but as I look over at this perfect woman, I know I’ll put as many babies in her as she’ll let me.
Placing my arm back around Margot, my thumb rubbing circles on her shoulder, I move my attention back to Blanche with a cocked brow and a smirk.
“Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure about that.”