15.
FARRAH
As we walked past an open door, I pulled on Lynn’s hand to stop him so I could look inside. It was the bedroom of a young girl’s dreams. The walls were pale cream with an accent wall painted baby blue with a mural of a grassy meadow filled with flowers of all shapes and sizes. There was a gauzy pale pink canopy over the full-sized bed that was haphazardly made with a fluffy comforter covered in colorful flowers. There were stuffed animals lined up all over the place and random assortments of dolls in different states of dress.
“This is gorgeous!”
“That’s Berklee’s room. Lanna painted the mural for her. Berk told her she wanted a field of flowers, so that’s what she got.”
“She has a lot of dolls and stuffed animals.”
“When I get overwhelmed and wonder if I’m doing this parenting thing right, I just think about the fact that I have two mouths to feed and they each have at least forty-three. If they can manage, then I can successfully raise two.”
I laughed as Lynn opened the door next to Berklee’s and said, “Brinlee wanted a different theme.”
This room was darker than the other with a forest mural that covered all four walls. The bedding was deep green and the canopy was gauzy white and covered in butterflies that looked as if they’d just landed. There were toys and dolls scattered everywhere in here, too, but they didn’t look nearly as well cared for and organized as the ones in the other room.
“She seems a little edgier,” I said as I took in the differences between the girls. One seemed cheerful and happy, and the other seemed darker and more broody. I wondered if that was just due to each girl’s individual tastes or if that described their personalities too.
“That’s a nice way to say it.”
“The butterflies are a beautiful touch.”
Lynn burst out laughing and said, “If those fucking butterflies could talk, they’d have quite a story to tell.”
“Like what?”
“When Brin is in trouble, specifically when she’s grounded, she turns the canopy so that it looks like the butterflies are trapped inside and then moans about what a horrible person I am to keep them all caged when all they really want to do is get out and fly.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. “She sounds like a little genius.”
“An evil genius,” Lynn muttered as he pulled the door shut. “They’re total opposites. For instance, Berk keeps her curtains and door open so her room is bright and cheerful, but Brin likes her door closed and keeps it as dark as a cave most of the time.”
“They sound wonderful. I can’t wait to meet them.” When Lynn didn’t respond, I said, “Whenever you’re ready. I mean, if you’re ever ready, but that can be on your timeline, and I won’t . . .”
“Soon, sweetheart,” Lynn said as he took my hand again and led me farther down the hall toward an open door. He stopped when he was just a few feet inside and pulled me into his arms before he said, “Right now, I want to keep you all to myself.”
Just like every kiss we’d shared before, this one shot electricity down my spine and even had me curling my toes. Until I met Lynn, I thought that was just a figure of speech. Apparently, it just had to be Lynn Serrano kissing me to make it happen.
“I’ve been imagining this for weeks,” Lynn admitted before he nipped the side of my neck with his teeth.
“That makes two of us.”
“Is that right?” Lynn asked before he chuckled and then kissed his way down to my collarbone. “Wonder if our fantasies are the same or different enough that we should try them all to see which ones are better.”
As I ran my hands over his shoulders and down to his biceps, I thought of how much I loved the way his muscles rippled when I watched him working in the sun or caught a glimpse of his bicep as he twirled me around in dance class. I said, “Mine usually include you doing some muscle man shit while I’m powerless to do anything because it all feels so fucking good.”
As Lynn's hands ran up my sides, taking my shirt with them, he said, “Every time I took a shower, I had a different image of you in there with me.”
“And what did you do while you thought of me in the shower?” I murmured as I slid my fingers into the waistband of his jeans at his hips and slowly slid them toward the button. Once I had it undone, I had to lift my arms so he could pull my shirt off. Before my eyes fluttered closed again, I saw it fly off to the side and land on the lamp in the corner. I suddenly remembered my mission and reached into his boxers and wrapped my hands around his erection. As I started stroking him, I asked, “Did you touch yourself like this?”
Lynn’s hiss told me that what I was doing felt good, but when he pushed my jeans and underwear down over my hips, I almost forgot how to move. When he cupped me with one hand and slid a finger over my clit, I was almost embarrassed at how wet I was already.
“Did you think about me while you were laying in bed?” Lynn murmured as he slowly circled my clit with the pad of one work-roughened fingertip. “Did you touch yourself, Farrah?” My response came out with a long exhale as I assured him that I had. “Did you imagine my hands on you like this?”
“And more,” I whispered as I let him go and pushed his pants all the way down so I had better access. I stepped out of the ankle boots that I’d worn to dance in tonight and then out of my jeans before I grabbed his cock and pulled him closer to me.
Lynn’s mouth found mine again as he pushed one finger deep inside me and pressed the heel of his hand to my clit. When I moaned into his mouth, he just kissed me deeper and kept the pressure against my clit as he pushed another finger inside.
When he pulled his mouth away from mine, we were panting, our breath mingling together as he stared into my eyes. When I ran my thumb over the tip of his cock and felt a drop of precum there, it was his turn to moan, but he focused on me again and started a rhythm with his hand that shot me so close to an orgasm that it took my breath away.
Apparently, he was close, too, because he suddenly let me go and reached around me. I thought he was going to turn us toward the bed but gasped when he lifted me up and then used his body to press me up against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist of their own accord, and when I felt his cock brush against my clit, I moved my hips so that he slid farther back. The second the head found its spot in my pussy, he shoved deep, and there was a loud thump as my head hit the wall behind me.
Those muscles I’d admired so much started working their magic. Lynn held my body up as he pulled back and thrust his hips forward again, filling me up perfectly as he bumped my clit with every stroke. I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow from his large hands gripping my ass so hard but didn’t care. Right now, his rough touch and harsh breathing was sexy as hell, and I forgot about everything else as I started to come apart in his arms.
Lynn kept up the pace through my orgasm, grunting against my neck as I screamed with my release, begging him not to stop and to fuck me harder over and over until I was hoarse and limp in his arms. Suddenly, my back left the wall, and Lynn spun with me in his arms, our bodies still connected as he walked across the room to his bed and bent forward to lay me on the bed.
He gave me a lingering kiss before he put a hand on the bed beside my head and started thrusting in earnest, somehow even deeper than he’d been while we were against the wall. When he reached down with his free hand to stroke my clit, I shouted loudly and grabbed my legs to hold them wider and give him better access.
Lynn moaned, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that he was looking down between our bodies. I lifted my head and watched as his cock thrust inside me again and again, and the sight was so fucking hot that I was on the precipice of another orgasm within seconds.
“That’s it, Farrah. Come for me again,” Lynn whispered through his ragged breathing. “Fuck yes, I can feel you.”
I shouted as my entire body tensed right before I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life. I lifted my hips to match each thrust, wanting more even though I wasn’t sure I could handle it, and Lynn shouted loudly before he collapsed on top of me with a grunt. I felt his cock start to twitch deep inside me and clutched at him with my body as the last tremors of my orgasm shook me.
I let my legs fall where they may before I ran my hands over Lynn’s strong back, stroking from waist to shoulders over and over as he tried to catch his breath. When he finally lifted his head and smiled down at me, I smiled back before I said, “That was even better than I fantasized.”
“Fuck yes, it was,” Lynn agreed. When his cock twitched one final time, I squeezed around him, and Lynn groaned. “Goddamn, woman, I’m an old man. You can’t do that shit to me.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’m going to have to figure out where I put that sample of little blue pills the doctor gave me at my last checkup and see how well they work.”
“Feed me, and then I’ll help you search,” I ordered.
“If I had any doubt you were perfect, you just erased it.”
“Honey, it’s been fourteen years since I had an orgasm with anyone else involved. As much as I’m against using drugs for recreational purposes, I don’t think the little blue pills count. I’m all about seeing how well they work.”
“You’re gonna fucking kill me, but God, what a way to go.”
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Lynn’s breath moved my hair and made it tickle my nose, so I brushed it away from my face without opening my eyes. I thought about getting up to pee but decided I could hold it just a little longer since I was so warm and comfortable wrapped in his arms.
I was starting to float back to sleep again when I felt another breath on my face and my hair moved again. My entire body tensed when I realized there was no way for Lynn to be breathing on my face when he was stretched out against my back with one arm beneath my pillow and his other flung over my hip.
My eyes shot open, and there was a face not six inches from mine. With a blood-curdling scream, I jerked my head back and heard Lynn grunt when it slammed into his face.
“Wake up!” a little boy screamed right before he launched himself from the edge of the bed to land on top of us. Before I could even react, he was standing up with one leg on my hip and the other on Lynn, balancing as he giggled maniacally. “Pop! Pop! Pop!”
“Fuck, little man, you just cracked my rib!” Lynn said before he flopped over to his back, knocking the boy off-balance. Still giggling, he landed on top of Lynn just as a pregnant woman appeared in the open doorway.
“Shit! Roarke! Get over here!”
Lynn disregarded the woman and didn’t let the boy go, instead making growling noises as he tickled him.
The woman and I were staring at each other in shock when a toddler appeared next to the bed and stretched her arms toward me. “Up! Up!”
Without thinking, I untangled my arms from the bedding and reached for her. Once she was sitting on the bed in front of me, I tugged the blanket up to cover my naked chest before I looked back at the woman who had walked closer to the bed.
“Hi! I’m Lanna.”
I cleared my throat as I stuck my hand out, using the other to keep myself covered, and said, “I’m Farrah.”
“I know. I mean, I didn’t realize you’d be here, but it doesn’t surprise me. I don’t mean he has women over often. It’s not like this happens all the time or anything. I mean it has happened once before, but I was . . .”
“Lanna Banana, can we have a few minutes to wake up before we start vomiting family secrets?”
“Shit! Yes. I’m so sorry. I was just taken off guard and . . .”
“What are you doing here, babe?” Lynn asked.
“The water heater burst in the middle of the night and flooded the garage. I called an audible and came here so the girls could shower before school.”
“Okay, at least that gives us enough time to get dressed and . . .” Lynn sat up in bed with the little boy on his lap and reached for the little girl before he kissed her on the forehead. When she smiled at him, he looked at his daughter and asked, “Will you take these hooligans with you and make a very strong pot of coffee?”
“Of course,” Lanna said before she took the baby out of his arms and grabbed the little boy’s hand. “Come on, kids, let’s go have breakfast.”
The little boy didn’t miss the opportunity to bounce all the way down to the foot of the bed before he launched himself off with a squeal. The only thing stopping him from diving head first was his mom’s grip on his hand. She hurried him out of the room and then let go of him long enough to pull the door shut.
I was just about to say something when the door opened just wide enough for her hand to snake inside. Lynn and I watched as she turned the lock before she pulled the door firmly shut and then tested to make sure she couldn’t open it again.
Lynn looked over at me with a grin that was way too cheerful and bright for this early in the morning and said, “Well, I guess it’s time for you to meet the family.”
“I’m not ready!” I nearly shouted as I reached up and touched my wild hair. The shower I’d taken with Lynn in the middle of the night didn’t include my usual hair care routine, and I could feel it sticking up all over. I tried to run my fingers through it and realized I hadn’t even taken the time to brush it before we fell back into bed.
Well, actually, we hung out on the vanity for a while after the shower before we ended up on the bedroom floor. After those two encounters, we were exhausted and finally made it back to the bed, where we stayed up talking for a long time before we finally fell asleep.
“I’ll jump up and get dressed to help Lanna with the girls’ hair while you take a shower,” Lynn suggested. “Can you make it quick?”
“Although I never planned on having to do that again, I can shower in five minutes or less,” I assured him.
He looked perplexed for a second and then there was a flash of understanding as he realized I was referring to my time in prison before he said, “Just this once, okay?”
“Sure.”
“The girls know about you, Farrah, and although we’ve never dealt with this scenario before, I’m sure they’ll be fine.”
“If you think so.”
“I know so. They’re going to have to get used to having you around, so they may as well start off this morning.”
Lynn got out of bed, and I watched his muscular body as he stretched and then limped toward the bathroom. I knew what he was feeling because I reacted that same way every morning when I woke up, too, but this morning was going to be much worse. I knew that because he’d bent me into positions I hadn’t known existed before, and every muscle in my body was screaming at me right now.
Lynn walked out a few minutes later wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a threadbare T-shirt, and when he leaned down to give me a kiss, I could smell the toothpaste on his breath. After a quick peck, which was all I could offer since my mouth tasted like I’d licked a bus station dumpster, I watched him walk out of the bedroom and then make a point of locking the door again before he pulled it shut behind him.
Once the coast was clear, I put my feet on the floor and then talked myself into standing up. As soon as the snaps, crackles, and pops were finished, I hobbled toward the bathroom, walking like an old lady who’d lost her walker.
At closer to fifty than I’d care to admit, I knew that last night had been a bad idea, although it felt really good at the time. However, I was still exhausted, which probably just made my aches and pains worse.
A five-minute shower had never sounded so good.