Twenty
Erin
“Deep breath,”
I tell myself as I walk into the kitchen. I know I’m safe here, but I can’t help my anxiety. It’s not because the O’Sullivan’s make me uncomfortable. I’m afraid of someone popping around a corner. Being caught off guard sends me into an immediate panic attack.
But I need to put my big girl panties on and walk into the kitchen. I need to get Charlie from lunch.
“You got this,”
I say as I open the door. I expect to see Melie, but I see Peter sitting with Charlie and they’re eating together.
“Hi, Erin,”
Peter says with a smile.
“Hi, Peter,”
I say with a small smile. I look over and see Charlie waving at me.
“Hi, baby. Are you enjoying lunch with Seanathair.” (Grandpa)
“We are. I was free and told Melie to go have some time to herself. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. I love that Charlie can spend time with his family.”
“Good, I’m glad both my grandkids live here with me. Now that I’m retired. I love getting to spend time with my family.”
I nod and he continues. “I have to admit, I did have another motive for wanting to eat lunch with Charlie.”
“Oh?”
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“I-is everything okay?”
Oh god. What have I done to offend him?
“Erin, relax. You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Oh god, did I say that out loud?”
Peter starts to laugh. “No. When you have eight kids, you learn to read expressions.”
“Oh, that makes sense.”
“Come sit down.”
I walk over and sit next to him and he turns and faces me.
“I know you are still struggling from being kidnapped… both times.”
“Yeah, I’m trying.”
“I know you are. We are proud of you but I was wondering if you considered learning how to fight?”
“Like self-defense?”
“Exactly. All my children were taught, and I’m not saying this is the answer, but it may help you feel safer in your own skin if you know how to defend yourself or at least get away. You can even have Oscar there if you want.”
“Do you think he will be okay with me learning self-defense?”
Peter shrugs. “Who cares, and if he says anything I will kick his ass for you,”
he says with a smirk.
“I’m not sure.”
What if Oscar gets mad? Things are finally going good for us. I don’t want to do anything that will jeopardize that.
“Why don’t you try it?”
“I will try.”
“Good, and if it’s not for you, then that’s fine.”
“Okay.”
****
“Have you ever punched anyone?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Okay. Most important, never keep your thumb tucked in,”
he says as he gently positions my thumb over my fingers.
“Otherwise you will break your thumb.”
“Okay.”
He wraps both of my hands with tape, then he has me follow him into the middle of the ring.
“Close your eyes and relax. I want you to take five deep breaths for me.”
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
“Good, now walk around and get a feel for the ring.”
I give him a questionable stare, but he just encourages me. “Go on.”
I do as he says, and now I understand what he means. It’s not as firm as walking on the ground.
“Good, good. Let’s teach you the boxing stance. Put your feet shoulder length apart.”
I move my feet, and he says, “Little further. Move your right one forward. See how mine are?”
he asks and I look down to see his legs bent and one about six inches in front of the other. I mimic his position and look back up.
“Good, very good.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Now tuck both of your thumbs under your fingers like I showed you before.”
“Like this?”
“Yes, I want you to take both of your hands and block your face.”
He watches as I move my hands, then he steps up to me.
“Closer, like this,”
he says and he lowers the left one just a bit.
“Perfect. Now I want you to try and punch me.”
“What? I can’t hit you.”
“Sure you can.”
“You’re Oscar’s father and Charlie’s grandfather.”
“If your hit knocks me on my ass, then I need to get my ass to the gym. Now hit me.”
“No.”
“Come on, Erin. I know you can. Pretend I’m someone who is trying to steal Charlie from you.”
The thought of someone trying to take Charlie sends a wave of anger through me and without realizing it I try to punch Peter. He grabs my wrist.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry.”
“Do not apologize. You did really well.”
“I did?”
“Yes. We need to train you to have more power behind your punch, but that was very impressive. Now try again.”
That’s how I spend the next hour working with Peter on how to block and throw a punch. As exhausted as I am after, I also feel better.
“Thank you, I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”
“I’m glad, do you want to train again?”
“I would if you don’t mind.”
“I would love to.”
“Can we not tell Oscar? I feel like his overprotective caveman ego may not be able to handle it.”
I clasp my hand over my mouth not meaning to have said that out loud.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry,”
but Peter just cackles.
“Do not apologize. I know how he can be. Plus, I have eyes, I see how he is with you, but it might be too late for that.”
Peter says smirking and I turn to see a livid Oscar storming into the gym.
“Oh shit!”
I mutter. “Let me ex-OSCAR!”
I start to explain but am cut off when he throws me over his shoulder.
“Oscar, I swear to fucking god, if you don’t put me down…”
“Woman, you have had me searching the whole damn mansion for you. Zip it.”
“Oh fuck you, asshole.”
Which earns me a slap on my ass from Oscar and a chuckle from Peter.
“Be nice to her, son.”
“Next time you decide to train my wife, let me know.”
“Sure thing,”
Peter says with a smirk and leaves me with the stomping caveman.
I look down and see Oscar’s ass not far from my head, and I smirk thinking of an idea. May get me in trouble but it will definitely be worth it. I reach down and pinch his ass.
“The fuck? Erin did you just pinch my ass?”
“I don’t know. Did it feel something like this?”
I ask and do it again.
“Would you behave?”
“Hmm, no. If you have me over your shoulder I get to pinch your ass.”
He jumps each time I do it for the next couple minutes as he carries me to our room. He has me go take a shower, but he surprises me when I get out and he tells me to drop the towel and get on the bed on my stomach. I do and Oscar straddles my back. Then I hear the cap of a bottle open.
“Close your eyes and relax,”
he murmurs against my ear.
I feel his hands start to rub my shoulders and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.
“That feel good, angel?”
“Yes,”
I moan as I feel like I’m melting into the bed. Oscar moves down from my shoulders to my upper arms, massaging each muscle as he continues all the way down to my fingers. He takes his time when massaging my back, kissing down my spine as his hands follow.
Of course, Oscar being Oscar, he takes full advantage and massaged my ass even though clearly it doesn’t hurt.
“Did you think I was going to waste an opportunity to play with this ass?”
“I think if you did, I would be worried about you.”
“Smartass,”
he says as he playfully bites my ass.
“Hey!”
I try to swat at him, but he just kisses it and then his lips move lower. Fuck, he is making me wet. I try to clamp my legs together but he is having none of that. He lifts my hips up until his face is under me, then orders. “Ride my face.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Ride my face,”
he says as he grabs my hips, lowering me to his mouth. The moment his tongue finds my clit, I moan, and with the help of his hands, I swivel my hips back and forth over his face.
“Yes,” I moan.
Oscar moves his tongue from my clit and plunges it inside of me. I had no idea he had grabbed something else, but I jump when I feel a vibration on my clit. I look down and see my silver bullet pressed against my clit. I grind my hips against Oscar.
“Oh please,”
I beg him for more, and he deliver. No idea what he does but he moves his tongue inside of me, and it doesn’t take me long to cum all over his face. I roll to my side and collapse.
“You okay?” he asks.
“I won’t be if you do not fuck me right now.”
“Your wish is my command,”
he growls as he moves me onto my stomach. Then I can feel him running his cock through my lips.
“Fucking soaked,”
he mutters before he pushes that beautiful cock inside me. I groan, loving how it stretches me and fills me up. I figured he would just fuck me, but no. He brought the bullet out to play and cranked it up a level.
“Holy fucking shit,” I moan.
“That’s it, Erin. Squeeze me.”
he says, smacking my ass with his other hand. He pushes his cock pushes deeper inside of me, and I can’t help but squeeze it with my pussy, he feels so good. His cock is massaging those sweet spots inside of me just right. I grab onto the sheet as I feel myself getting closer to an orgasm.
Oscar leans over me with one hand he grabs one of my hands, raising it above my head before doing the same with the other. Once he has my hands together, he holds my hands with one of his. The way he is doing this while I grab the blankets to anchor myself, it is like he is anchoring me, anchoring us.
“You feel so goddamn perfect. Mine.”
Thrust.
“All mine.”
Thrust.
“My beautiful.”
Thrust.
“Perfect.”
Thrust.
“Wife.”
Thrust.
“My wife,”
he growls, thrusting again, and I tumble over the edge. I start to scream but Oscar kisses me swallowing them. He fucks me through my orgasm and follows me a few thrusts later. We fall to the bed, panting and covered in sweat and massage oil.
“That wasn’t my plan,”
he mumbles against my hair.
“You didn’t plan on bringing me back to our room to fuck me?”
“No ,I just wanted to give you a massage.”
“You did a very through one with your mouth, hands and your cock.”
I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips.
“Oh, I know I did.”
He chuckles pressing another kiss to the top of my head. I sigh leaning into his embrace, enjoying this. How did I get so lucky?