Chapter 7
TAMMY
Ever since Reed came over, I’ve both dreaded and looked forward to the moment the girls fell asleep.
Ten times I wanted to ask him to leave, but didn’t have it in me, not because I couldn’t be rude, but because I didn’t know what to make of the butterflies in my belly.
This man ran seven miles after my car. What kind of man does that?
Not to mention having a man in this house feels right, and that’s scary because Reed could bail one day, leaving me dragging my heart around town for everyone to see.
I also couldn’t do it to my girls. While I believe in parenting in pairs, I wouldn’t bring just anyone here.
Not that I brought him here in the first place.
He barged in here without even asking for permission. That’s another thing about this man.
I finally know what it’s like to be chased by a dominant man, one who knows what he wants and takes charge of a situation, does things he’ll ask permission for later.
Men like him don’t come around too often, no matter what my novels say.
I’m a romantic at heart, which is why I read romance books with alpha males who come and take over things that have been piling up for the heroine.
As a single parent of twin girls, I’ve got a lot of work that never gets done.
At least today I shaved my legs and pussy and…
well, I guess I know where this is going.
At the very least, I’ll finally get some alpha dick. I doubt Reed is here to paint the house or fix the shed in the back, to get up with the girls at the crack of dawn and make them breakfast, to take them to school, to babysit, to shovel snow.
He’s here to get laid, maybe for one night, a few nights, a month even, then he’ll be gone. It’s fine. I need to get laid too, so win-win for both of us.
“You’re sitting too far away,” he says. “Come here. I bite.” He grabs my foot and drags me across the couch, then scoops me up and puts me on his lap. He grabs a fistful of my hair and tightens his grip, and my channel pulses with need.
“I have to make sure the girls won’t hear or see us,” I say.
“Is their door closed?”
“Yes.”
“Then let me worry about them.”
“You can’t worry about them. That’s what I do.”
“I can worry about everything for you, Tammy. I’m really good at it.” He pecks my lips. “How did you get custody of the girls? I know they’re not yours.”
“They’re very much mine.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he says and proceeds to kiss my neck. I cream my panties instantly. My breaths come out faster.
“My sister and her husband died in a car crash when the girls were about two years old.”
He wraps his arms around me and brings me closer, leaving me little choice but to lean into his shoulder and practically bury my nose in the crook of his neck. He smells like a man who wears leathers, rides bikes, and plays with guns. I’ll have to guard my heart with a pitchfork.
His palm slides over my thigh, then up and under my sweater. I gasp as he makes contact with my bare skin. His hand moves to the back and unsnaps my bra.
“Take off your sweater and bra and stand between my legs, facing the TV.”
I lift my head off his shoulder and lock eyes with him.
“Was I unclear?” he asks.
“Very clear, sir.” Sir slips out of my mouth on its own, and Reed smiles.
“Thata girl.” He slaps my ass and practically throws me off his lap, turning me around.
I remove my sweater, slide off my bra. My breasts are big, far too big for my frame, and kids back in middle school used to make fun of them.
I blossomed into a woman too soon, and tits this big on a small-framed girl stick out like two sore thumbs.
I’ve spent most of my life hunching my shoulders to make them appear smaller.
“Slide your jeans down,” he says.
I unbutton them, my heart doing flip-flops.
His way of undressing me is unexpected. I thought we’d make out on the couch and I’d suck his dick and send him home, but I can’t stop now.
I’ve always wanted to do something like this.
Something that sparks my erotic fantasies with men who aren’t afraid to tie me up.
I lift one leg as if to get out of the jeans, but he captures my wrist. “Leave them on.” He pulls the jeans up so they stop around my thighs. “Spread your legs and bend over.”
My breasts feel like they weigh a ton as I press my palms on the table in front of me.
Reed rips my panties, and I twist to protest because those were my best pair, but he shoves them into my mouth.
“So you don’t scream and wake up the girls.
Told you I’d do the worrying. Now turn around and keep your head in front of you, or I’ll have to bend you over my knee.
Eventually, I’ll do that, just not tonight, because I want to hear you beg me to stop spanking you for making me run seven miles. ”
I turn around and stare at the table.
Warm palms grab my ass cheeks, and a wet tongue slides from my clit to my ass, where it lingers, poking inside my secret little hole nothing ever poked like this, and I widen my eyes, unsure if I like it or not. But my body knows what it likes, and I push back against his face.
He grabs both my breasts and kneads them, pulling me to him more, poking my wet place with his tongue.
Holding my breasts, he moves me back and forth and fucks me with his tongue while my clit keeps hitting his chin, and every time it hits it, he rubs his chin on it.
I push back and grind myself into his face, and he groans quietly, then sucks my clit into his mouth.
My eyes roll back, and I’m coming. My knees lock, I push back more, and when he pinches my nipples, I bite down on the panties in my mouth so I don’t scream in the back of my throat.
Because I’m a deprived single woman, my orgasm lasts for a minute, not a few seconds, and I keep coming until my knees buckle.
Reed pulls my hips down, and I sit on his jeans. He’s hard and not done, apparently, because his hands come around me and knead my breasts some more. I lean back on his shoulder, spent and ready to go to bed with him. But I can’t do that. I really can’t. Can I, though?
I snap open my eyes and ponder what the girls would think of me if they woke up to find a man I met today sleeping at the house already.
I take the panties out of my mouth and say, “I think you should leave.” I am afraid of what I’ll do.
I have to set an example for my girls. I want them to grow up and get out of this town and do great things, all the things I dreamed of doing but never did.
Like that big dream of one day signing books for legions of readers in a crowded room full of other women writers chasing their dreams.
The girls don’t have to become writers, but they ought to become something more than waitresses.
Reed bends forward, moving my body with his, and then slides my jeans back up and buttons them.
He grabs my sweater and hands it to me, then lifts me off his lap to plop me next to him.
Already, I miss the feel of his dick. It felt like nine inches of alpha male, and that’s pretty hard to give up.
But I do what I have to do because my life isn’t only about me.
His bright blue eyes stare at me as if reading my mind.
Just when I think he won’t leave, he grabs the back of my head and kisses me so I can taste my pussy on his lips. He traps my wrists with one hand and slaps my breast with the other. Once, twice, three times. When I lean back, he follows, and now he’s on top of me.
I rip open his jeans and untuck his dick, getting it out of his pants.
Oh God, it’s wide and smooth and big, and I stroke him while Reed won’t take his mouth off mine.
I’m annoyed my jeans are on and I can’t simply spread my legs and have him enter me.
Cue images of his powerful body fucking me into oblivion.
I stroke him faster, and he groans into my mouth, then pulls back to suck on my nipple, first the left, then the right.
He stands, then straddles my middle, picks up my breasts, and slides his dick between them. He’s not watching me. His eyes are glued to the movement of his dick as he slides up and down, but I’m watching him.
Long black eyelashes that match the color of his hair frame his big blue eyes that are laser focused on my breasts. His jaw keeps tightening and relaxing as if he’s struggling to control himself, or maybe that’s something he does while he concentrates.
Reed is a beautiful man, and because I’m watching his face, I see the moment his head rests back, exposing his corded neck.
I lift my head and close my mouth over his dick and when he shoots cum at the back of my throat, I don’t mind swallowing it all because watching a man like this fall apart is amazing.
His character is going into one of my books for sure.
And for the first time in five years, I feel like writing again.
Reed stops coming, and I lick the cum left on the head of his penis, which makes him shudder. Now he’s looking down at me.
He smiles. “I’ll see you for breakfast.”
“I’m off tomorrow,” I lie again.
He stands and tucks himself inside his jeans. Commando. Where is that pitchfork I mentioned I’d guard my heart with? I need it!
He shrugs on his jacket. “You get a onetime ticket out of jail with me, and you used it tonight. The next time I come over, I’m spending the night.
Make the necessary arrangements, tell the girls, your mother, the town, or the entire state for all I care that you’re taken.
Do whatever you gotta do, because you’re mine, the girls are mine to protect, and that’s that. Are we clear?”
He puts force into those last words, and as if I’m on some sort of autopilot, I say, “Clear, sir.”
Reed closes the door behind him, and I stay on the couch with the taste of his cum in my mouth.
And then what happens? I walk to my bedroom, open my laptop, and type, I almost kidnapped Rey straight out of her home, put her on my bike, and drove her to my house.
That was how crazy I was when I first saw her smile.
And I don’t stop until my fingers cramp and the daylight coming through the lace curtains tells me I’m gonna regret this spurt of writing madness in about two hours when I have to get up and go to work.