Chapter 9
It’s Saturday night, and I’m spending it with Tammy on the couch watching comedy on the TV while the girls play in their shared bedroom. I think about my still pending house and how they’d have their own bedrooms and Tammy and I would have the entire basement to ourselves.
I’d planned to make a playroom down there. Not for the girls. For us, two thirty-five-plus-year-olds with the sexual appetites of teenagers.
I can’t have that now, and it’s bugging the crap out of me, and my mood is at the same low as it was this morning before Tammy kissed me. She should kiss me some more and make me less moody. I squeeze her tit. “Kiss me,” I tell her.
She turns and pecks me on the lips, and I stick my tongue into her mouth and grab the back of her head. When I hear soft footsteps, I release Tammy just as Reagan walks by and heads for the door. “Grandma is coming over.”
Tammy stands. “This late?”
“Yeah.”
With a worried expression, Tammy wrings her hands, and I fix my erection so that when her mother walks in, she doesn’t notice. Five minutes later, headlights hit the wall, and Tammy opens the front door.
I hear the car slam on the brakes, and then from the front door, a woman says, “Tammy, oh my God, you met a man and didn’t tell me. Frances had to call me…” She comes into the house, stops and stares at me.
I stand from the couch and approach the old lady with more smile lines than anyone I know. Her blue eyes, same color as mine, glide over my body, and I extend a hand. “Reed MacLoyd,” I say.
She shakes my hand, hers soft, warm, and fragile.
“Nancy Simmons. Nice to meet you.” She steps inside and closes the door with her heel, and for a second, I think this is where little Reagan got her mojo.
I sense a woman who’s gonna give me hell for not having proof I’m staying in town before I put a baby inside her daughter, but that’s neither here nor there because she won’t make those decisions. Tammy will.
“Well, I didn’t know Tammy had company, but now that I do…” She looks at Reagan. “Pack a suitcase and grab your sister. You’re coming with me.” She checks her watch. “Ten minutes. Move it.”
I chuckle. “You sound like my drill sergeant.”
“Air force.”
“No way,” I say as she sits on the couch and pats it, clearly telling me I need to sit too.
Nancy spends the next ten minutes telling me about her time in the service, and I share a tiny bit of mine because I don’t like to recall most of my stuff, even though my shrink insists on it.
Nah, I’m good locking up that shit somewhere in my dungeon of memories.
The girls roll out one big suitcase and head for the door, stopping quickly to kiss their aunt goodbye. Melany turns and walks to me. She hugs me, squeezes me tightly, and again, I don’t know what to make of that squeeze, but it touches me somewhere above the diaphragm.
She straightens and says, “We’ll be back on Tuesday after school.”
“Not Monday?” Tammy asks.
“There’s no school on Monday, Auntie.”
“Why not?” she asks.
I know why, but I don’t say it.
“It’s Memorial Day,” the girl says. “Are you gonna be here when we get back?”
“Yup,” I state as if it’s my house. A glance at Tammy shows me her pinched lips that tell me maybe I’m not.
The grandma and girls file out, and then it’s just me and Tammy, standing there in the living room with the understanding that we’re not gonna be watching TV, and I’m definitely spending the night or the entire weekend.
The mention of Memorial Day reminds me that men and women in the armed forces, many whom I’ve known, died so I can have this pussy for the next two and a half days. Better make the best of it.
“You want to show me to your bedroom, or shall I look for it?” I ask.
“Reed…”
“I’ll look.” I move past her and turn down the hallway.
Up ahead is a bathroom. Two rooms flank the hallway, and I enter the one on the right to find it’s the girls’ room.
Tammy sleeps right across from the girls’ room so when I’m spanking her and the girls are home, it’s gonna be a problem.
I need my own fucking house, and I swear if I can’t get Ivana to back off nicely, I’m gonna eliminate her and make it look like an accident.
“You coming?” I ask, then strip off my shirt, shoes, jeans, everything. My dick is hard and ready just in time for her to walk in.
Tammy closes and locks the door behind her, then stands there.
I stay in my place to give her an eyeful.
She’s horny, and she wants me. I know I look good because my body has gone through training most guys can’t survive.
“You work out, I see,” she says.
“Nah, Kitten. I was born hard all over.”
“Good, because there’s no gym here in case you intend to stay.”
It sounds like Tammy wants to talk before sex. God, why is she doing this? I wanna cry. Precum is spurting out of my dick. Even my dick is weeping for her pussy.
“Kitten, if we fuck first, most of our troubles will go away. Let’s do that and talk later.”
Tammy smiles. “I think you’re right. I could use some dick.”
“Hold on. It’s not just dick, but we can talk about that too.”
Tammy undresses, and there they are. The tits.
They’re big and perfect, and I sit on the bed, extending a hand.
“Come here.” There’s a vanity with a big mirror right across the bed, and Tammy blocks my view as she stands between my legs.
I pick her up, and she startles me by bending to kiss me.
I let her make out with my mouth while I stroke her pussy from behind, sometimes dipping my fingers inside her warm place.
Whenever I dip, she sits on my fingers. She’s so wet, she’s practically dripping, and I start pumping her. She rides my fingers.
I lift one breast and put it in my mouth and suck on her nipple, looking at Tammy as she watches me.
I lick her nipple so she can see the movement of my tongue over it while I let her ride, and as she gets closer to an orgasm, her eyes go half-mast. When I think she might come, I replace my fingers with my dick. I push her hips down.
Tammy screams and throws her head back, then comes all over my cock as I hold her down on my dick. In the mirror, I see behind her and grip her hair, hold her bent like that so she can watch in the mirror as I glide her body over my dick.
She holds on to my knees and watches us. We lock eyes in the mirror, and there’s a moment there where I feel that I love this woman. I want to marry her. Let’s see what she says.
“Marry me,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen. I keep fucking her, but she won’t answer.
I change positions.
I put her on the bed with her head hanging over the edge, and I get on top of her and make her watch while I fuck her, lifting her leg so I can move in deeper while kissing her neck. “Yes?” I ask her again. “Answer me.” I pump my hips faster. Gonna come soon and seed her, and then it’s over.
“Marry me?” I prompt again because I won’t stop until she says yes. “You know I won’t give up on you. Say yes now and spare us the headaches. I’m gonna secure the house, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Tammy lifts her hips and comes. Her pussy’s fluttering, stimulating my dick.
Her hips jerk up more, and the movement catches me off guard.
My balls draw up and shoot, making my dick project seed inside her like that first day at target practice when I hit a bull’s-eye.
Relieved, I sigh, propping myself up on my elbows.
“You bought a house where?” she asks.
“In the new developments right outside town.”
“When?”
“Before I came. Got a moving truck parked behind the motel.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Your intel is incomplete, then.”
She bites her lip. “Do you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“You know what. That you want to marry me?”
“Yeah.”
“Then stick around for a year and ask me again.”
“I’m gonna put a baby inside you, Tammy. Maybe I already did.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“My sperm knows no bounds.”
She laughs, and her pussy squeezes my dick, reminding him to get hard again. He does, and the next thing you know, it’s midnight and I’m going to bed, Tammy right next to me. Ten points for Captain Reed. Now, I just need a home run.