Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
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S he slides down my cock, and my hands come up to hold her tits in my hands. I bend forward and take one nipple in my mouth as she rides me. “I’m almost there,” she moans, her head going back and her hair swaying on my legs.
“Take what you need, baby,” I encourage her, letting her ride me the way she wants to ride me. My own release simmers, waiting for her. “You need my help?”
“Play with my clit,” she instructs me, not even shy about it. It’s what I love about her. She’s unapologetic about what she wants in the bedroom. I move one of my hands from her tits, down her stomach, and my thumb plays with her. “Yes.”
“Get there,” I urge between clenched teeth. Her pussy’s so wet and squeezing me, it’s making my balls get tight, and I know I’m almost there. “Now.” I pinch and twist her nipple, and she gasps but also comes on my cock. I empty into her, my eyes watching her face as she moans out. “Milk me, baby,” I say, and she even speeds up. “Take all my cum.”
“All of it,” she assures me finally when she collapses on my chest. “I want all of it.”
I wrap my arms around her. “Good morning.” I kiss the top of her head, and she just mumbles.
We’ve been waking up with each other for the past four nights. Coming home after we finish work and then fucking, eating, and then lying together. Last night we both crashed at eight, maybe it was even seven thirty. The alarm softly wakes us up at two thirty, which gives me thirty minutes to get her to her house.
“I can’t wait until the bakery is done, and I can start at five instead of three,” she mumbles, and I kiss her shoulder.
“Soon, baby,” I say, and she nods as she pulls herself off my dick.
“I’m going to go and get cleaned up.” She gets off my bed and I watch her walk to the bathroom. Getting out of bed myself, I follow her. She pins her hair up on her head as she turns on the shower and steps in.
I watch her as I grab a facecloth to clean off my dick and then grab my boxers. “I’m getting Saige tonight,” I remind her, and she looks over at me as she lathers herself in my body wash.
“Oh, you must be excited,” she replies, rinsing herself off.
“Yeah, I miss her when she isn’t here.”
She shuts off the water and then walks out, grabbing the white towel she hung up last night, making me feel off about her not using it until next week. “What are your plans?”
“Pizza and a movie tonight,” I say. She smiles at me, but I feel like the smile is just to get me to think she’s okay.
“That sounds like a perfect night.” She wraps the towel around her before she walks out of the room. I walk out, and she’s already dressed.
I am feeling bittersweet about getting Saige and then not sliding into bed with Everleigh. “I’ll be ready in two,” I say as I grab the shorts from the floor that I tossed after getting into bed with her. I slide them on and the T-shirt that she slipped into after taking a shower.
We walk out, more quiet than usual. When I pull up to her house, she leans over. “Have a good day,” she says softly, kissing me lightly on the lips before reaching for the door handle and getting out of the truck.
I watch her walk inside the house and head back to mine, sliding into bed and smelling her all around me. I drift off to sleep with the alarm set for six thirty so I can be at the shop by seven and help her unload. It’s something I’ve been doing also, just to make sure everyone knows she’s with me.
I pull up to the shop at the same time as Harmony gets there with her box of cakes. Everleigh steps out of the truck wearing acid-washed jean shorts with a loose white tank top that is tucked in. Her hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun. She smiles and shares a laugh with Harmony as I walk over to them.
“Morning, ladies,” I greet them, and Harmony smiles at me.
“Morning, Brock,” she replies. After the first morning, she’s not that shocked to see me. “I’ll see you later,” she tells Everleigh before walking away.
“Did you unload the car?” I ask, and she shakes her head. “I’ll go get them.”
I help unload the car and watch her place the plastic bins to the side before she hands me a cup of coffee. “There you go, good sir,” she jokes, and I smile.
“Have a good day,” I say, leaning and kissing her. “I’ll call you later.”
She nods and someone comes to the truck, so I don’t have a chance to ask her if she is okay before I walk away. All day long, I feel a heaviness on me, and when I leave at three thirty to go get Saige, the truck is closed.
I pull up her number.
Me: Was going to drop by and say hello.
Getting into the truck, my phone buzzes.
Everleigh: They wiped me out. I had nothing left to sell. I think I might make fifty more donuts for Monday and see if they sell out.
Me: I have no doubt.
Everleigh: Good answer.
I put the phone down and make my way to the school. Waiting by the fence, I watch the door and see Saige run out. “Daddy!” She runs to me, waving her arms all around.
I catch her in my arms and lift her, kissing her neck. “Hey, baby girl.” I turn and walk to the truck with my arms wrapped around her and her laughing since my beard tickles her neck.
“Daddy.” She tries to push me off, and I finally let her go when we get to the truck.
“How was your day?” I ask as she climbs into the back seat.
“Good,” she answers at the same time my phone beeps from my back pocket.
Pulling it out at the same time I shut the door, I see it’s from Everleigh.
Everleigh: Dropped off a couple of cupcakes for Saige. Left them at the front door.
I get into the front seat and feel a fullness I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. She went out of her way, knowing that I used to always get cupcakes with her on Fridays, and dropped them off at my house. I then get really pissed she didn’t go inside and drop them off. But I’m not sure how she was going to do that with no key.
Me: Thank you, baby. I’ll let her know you dropped them off. Also have to get you a key for my place.
She doesn’t answer me, and when I pull up to my house, I immediately see the box. “Everleigh dropped off some cupcakes for you,” I tell Saige, and her eyes get big as she gets out. She runs straight to the door and picks up the box.
“Daddy, it’s heavy.” She picks it up and then looks at me. “There is a note on top.” She looks down and reads it. “Here are some sweet treats to go with your pizza night. E.”
“That was nice of her,” I say, trying to gauge how she feels.
“She’s the best, and she’s really pretty.”
“She is,” I agree, letting her into the house. “You know, we were friends a long time ago.”
“Really?” she asks. “You knew her?”
“Yeah,” I reply, not ready to give her the full story just yet. I will eventually, but for now, let’s just go with we were friends.
“Was she pretty back then too?”
“Oh, yeah.” I smile at her. “She was the prettiest of all the girls.”
“Did you like her?” she asks as she pulls out a cupcake that has a mountain of icing on it.
“I liked her a lot,” I admit, not sure we should get into the whole I love her yet.
We spend the night camped out on the couch watching movies, and I have my phone next to me in case Everleigh texts, but she never does. I don’t even know what she’s doing.
When I slide into bed after nine, I take my phone and text her.
Me: Going to bed.
I think about adding that I miss her, but I don’t and instead just press send. I put my phone on the side table before crashing. When I get up in the morning, it’s just after eight, and I reach over expecting her to be there. Getting out of bed, I walk out and see Saige is sitting on the stool in the kitchen eating a cupcake.
“How long have you been up?” I ask, starting the coffee, and she shrugs.
“I was reading my book in bed,” she states, taking another bite, frosting on the tip of her nose.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask as I take a sip of my coffee and walk back to my bedroom to grab my phone and check the weather.
I see Everleigh texted me at seven.
Everleigh: Crashed on the couch at six. Moved to my bed at eleven. I’ll be at the shop today trying to paint. Have fun today!
“Want to go to the park?” I ask Saige when I walk back into the kitchen, making a plan to pass by the bakery and see if Everleigh will come with us.
“Yeah,” she agrees, and I make her breakfast. We walk out of the house close to eleven, after I start the laundry and tidy up the house. I remove a couple of steaks from the freezer for dinner.
I drive toward the shop, pulling up not too far from the bakery and seeing a couple of construction workers walking into the shop. “Want to go and check on the bakery?” I ask, taking her hand in mine and walking over. I spot Everleigh right away talking to one of the contractors, and Saige walks up and knocks on the window.
Everleigh looks up and spots us and has a huge smile on her face. She walks over to the door and opens it. “Hey, you two,” she chirps, “what are you doing here?” She’s wearing a pair of jean short overalls with a white tank top with black stripes.
“We’re going to the park,” Saige tells her.
“Oh fun, would you like a little tour of the bakery?” She holds open the door. Saige doesn’t even wait for me; instead, she walks in. I follow her and squeeze her hip as I walk in, and I’m in shock at the progress that the shop has had in two weeks.
“It’s so big,” Saige says, turning around in a circle.
“It is, isn’t it?” Everleigh agrees. “This is going to be a little seating area.” She motions to the front where they made it bigger. “And then this is where the cases are going to be for the donuts.” Her eyes light up as she discusses it all.
She looks around. “What do you think, Saige?” She walks over to the wall at the end. “Should we do the walls a cotton-candy pink or a baby blue?”
“I like the pink,” she declares, and Everleigh smiles as she nods.
“Me too,” she says, folding her arms over her chest.
“Want to come to the park with us?” I finally get the courage to ask. “And then after, ice cream?” I don’t even know I’m holding my breath.
“I don’t want to intrude on your time,” she says softly.
“It’s fine,” Saige says. “Dad usually sits by himself, so you can sit with him.”
I raise my eyebrows. “And then we have ice cream from Wild Billy’s.”
“Well, I can’t say no to Wild Billy’s,” she says to her. “Only if you promise to try out all the new donuts that I’m going to make this week.”
“I can do that,” Saige assures her, making me laugh.
We walk out and over to the park. Saige runs to play while I sit on the bench with Everleigh beside me. I want to lean in to kiss her, but I’m not sure it’s the right time. So instead, I put my arm on the back of the bench and rub my thumb up and down her bare arm. We sit quietly as we watch Saige run around with friends of hers, before she comes over and asks Everleigh if she ever did the monkey bars. Everleigh laughs at her as the two of them go off, and then back and forth on the monkey bars.
“My whole body is going to hate me later,” Everleigh complains when she finally walks back over to me. Watching the two of them spend time together is something I didn’t know I needed in my life.
We don’t stay at the park long enough for my liking, and after ice cream, she gives Saige a hug goodbye before walking back to the bakery.
I ache to kiss her. I ache to hold her. I ache to be with her, with the both of them at the same time. I make dinner with Saige on the couch reading her book. A shower is next and then she goes to sleep at around nine thirty.
I pull out my phone, and instead of texting her, I call her, and she answers after two rings. “Hey,” she says, and I close my eyes and lean my head back on the headboard.
“Want to come and make out with me?” I whisper and hear her laugh. “We have to be quiet. We can make out on the couch or my bed.”
“You are incorrigible.” She laughs. “Be there in five.” She disconnects the phone.
I walk out of the house to sit down to wait for her. She gets out of her car wearing a pair of loose shorts and a matching top. “Are those your pj’s?”
“Well, yeah,” she admits, walking toward me, “I was in bed.”
“Really?” I say when she is close enough, and I don’t wait a minute more before my mouth is on hers. “Fuck,” I hiss when I slide my tongue into her mouth. “Bed or couch?”
“Bed. That way, I can sort of hide if she comes to your room,” she decides. I slide my hand into hers as I make my way into the darkened house, feeling like my house just became a home.