Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Kaiden
“ W hat?” Shock splays across Abby’s face as our eldest daughter takes off after her brother. I’m not sure he’ll even let her tend to his injuries. I’ve never seen him so angry and closed off, and that’s saying a lot because he’s been lashing out for months. We’re at our wits’ end with him. “He’s doing drugs? Oh my god.”
Devastation is written all over my wife’s beautiful face, and I hate this for her. I know she wanted to smother him in her love, and the abject pain on her face when Oli stormed past her only adds to my heartache. He loves his mom. Oli has always adored Abby, and he was the typical mommy’s boy when he was little. He can hate me all he likes, but he doesn’t get to disrespect his mother. I think some tough love is in order now.
“He said he isn’t. That it’s not his, but he wouldn’t tell the cops who owned it. Brian thinks it’s because whoever it is must be over eighteen and they’ll face more serious repercussions.” That’s as much as I got out of my son before he sealed his lips and refused to talk about it.
“Will they send him to juvie?” Abby pales and sways on her feet.
I react on autopilot, lifting her into my arms. “Brian said that won’t happen. It was a small amount and a first offense. He thinks he’ll get a fine and maybe some community service. The court could insist he attends counseling, which might not be a bad thing.”
“We’re failing him,” Abby whimpers, circling her legs around my waist.
I walk with her toward our bedroom, flipping the light switch on my way out of the living space. “He’s failing himself.” I refuse to let my wife take any of the blame. Oli has been brought up in a loving, supportive home with an extensive network of people who have nurtured and adored him. “He hasn’t wanted for a single thing, and he knows better than this. Whatever he’s mixed up in is all on him. We’ve told him repeatedly we are here for him. We’ve actively encouraged him to talk to a professional when he was unwilling to confide in us, his sister, or his friends. We’ve gone to the school and let them know he’s struggling. We can’t do anything else if he won’t tell us what’s wrong. You’re not shouldering the responsibility for this, Abby. I won’t let you.”
I hug her close as I walk into our large master bedroom.
“I hate that one of our kids is suffering and we’re helpless. It’s the worst feeling,” she says as I set her down carefully on our bed.
“I know.” Tension brackets my mouth and tightens my shoulders as I flip my bedside lamp on, bathing the room in soft light. “I tried talking to him in the car but got nowhere as usual.” I kick off my shoes and lift my shirt over my head. “I’m grabbing a shower.” While unbuttoning my jeans, I pin her with a heated look. “Don’t go to sleep.” My wife needs a distraction. Hell, we both do. Otherwise, we’ll just be lying in bed in the dark going over the same worrying things for hours and sleep will evade us.
“Wasn’t planning to.” Abby’s breathy tone and sultry gaze always turns me on, and tonight is no different. I need to lose myself in my wife. To feel the comfort only her warmth can provide. I strip bare and dump my clothes on the chair in the corner. My dick jerks in appreciation as Abby’s gaze trails over my naked body with obvious want.
“I won’t be long.” I reluctantly tear myself away from the owner of my heart and soul.
I turn the shower on and step under the spray, tipping my head back as the warm water washes over me. I’m lost in my thoughts as I soap my body and rid myself of the invisible grime I feel coating me from head to toe. I hated being at that station tonight. Knowing my kid was inside behind bars ate away at me. I never wanted that for any of my kids. And despite my fighting words outside, I relate to Abby’s sentiments. It’s hard not to feel like we’ve failed Oli even though the logical part of my brain knows we haven’t.
Our kids are our world. We’ve given them everything and raised them to be compassionate and caring. Our kids are good kids. This is just a blip. The teenage years are hard, and Oli will come through this. I’ve got to cling to that notion because otherwise I might lose it.
My eyes pop wide when two soft hands land on my chest.
“I couldn’t wait. I need you, Caveman.” Her hand lowers, her fingers curling around my erection.
“I always need you, Firecracker. Tonight more than ever.”
Abby lowers to her knees, and my cock jumps in her hand, the tip already leaking precum. The first touch of her tongue against my crown is heavenly, and my eyes shutter as my fingers weaves into the wet strands of her hair. My wife gives incredible head. I crave Abby at forty-one as much as I did at eighteen. In fact, I’m even more attracted to her as we grow older.
A groan rumbles from my chest as she sucks me deep while pumping the base of my cock in her hands. I watch her head bobbing as she glides her lips along my straining length. Pleasure zips through my veins, and my heart swells with love as I watch the love of my life sucking my dick with obvious enjoyment. She gets as much out of this as I do. But I don’t want to come in her mouth. Not tonight. Tonight, I need to fill her up with my love, over and over, until everything feels right with my world again.
“Baby, I need in you.” Gently grabbing her hair, I tilt her head back and pop out of her mouth. “Look at you.” I admire her perfectly formed, lean dancer’s body, honed from years of yoga and dance. Apart from a slight crinkling at the corners of her eyes, her face is smooth and unlined, belying her age. I’m not surprised my wife is aging gracefully. Her mother is the epitome of timeless natural beauty, and her daughter is clearly following in her footsteps. “You’re so perfect.” I help her to stand and then push her up against the tiled wall. My hands roam freely over every inch of her delicate curves and toned physique. “So beautiful.” I lean down and kiss the corner of her mouth. “So mine,” I add, kissing the other side of her mouth.
“I love you so much.” Emotion underscores her tone, and her eyes are swimming with the depth of her feelings for me as we stare at one another.
“Not as much as I love you,” I say before claiming her mouth in a hot, passionate kiss. I press my body flush against hers, reveling in the feel of her silky soft skin against mine as I devour her mouth. Our tongues tangle in a familiar dance that always ignites my blood and hardens my cock.
I dip two fingers into her pussy as my mouth trails over her jaw and down her neck. “Always so wet for me.”
“It’s always been you, Kai. Only ever you.”
Those words soothe all my frayed edges. I love that no other man has ever shared intimacy with her. I love that she’s all mine.
My lips close over one pert nipple while I fondle her other tit, tweaking and tugging on the taut peak. Then I trail lower until I’m kneeling between my queen’s legs. I waste no time diving in, licking a firm path up and down her slit before parting her folds and sucking on her clit. My tongue sets a punishing pace as I drive inside her. Abby yanks on my hair as I eat her out, and it doesn’t take long to throw her over the edge.
My wife comes loudly, screaming my name as water beats over my back.
I straighten up, lifting her so she’s pressed between me and the wall. Her legs wind around my waist as I nudge her entrance with my leaking cock. We lock eyes as I thrust inside her in one claiming drive. “I love you, Abby. You’re my world.”
“Right back at ya, Caveman.”
She clings to me as I fuck her, and nothing beats this. Feeling my wife’s walls hug my cock as I take her is nirvana. No matter how many times we’ve done this over the years, every time feels more incredible than the last.
I know we’re lucky.
I know not everyone experiences this.
It only makes me more protective of her and this life we’ve built.
Abby’s nails dig into my shoulders, and I feel her clamping around me as my balls tighten and tingles emanate from my lower spine. “Hold on tight,” I grunt, picking up my pace and pounding into her as I become a slave to my need.
When she’s close, I rub her clit in time to my thrusts, and we shatter into bliss together, panting and moaning in unison.
“I needed that,” Abby rasps, unfurling her legs from around me.
“I’m not even close to done,” I warn, carefully setting her down.
“Good.” She playfully bites one of my nipples. “My need for you is at an all-time high right now.”
We quickly shampoo and rinse our hair, and I drag a cloth with shower gel all over her gorgeous body. After a quick blow-dry, we fall into bed in a jumble of limbs as our lips collide. Our hands explore familiar terrain as we kiss, and I don’t object when Abby climbs on top of me, grinding against my hard-on before she impales herself on it. She rides me skillfully, slamming up and down while I toy with her clit and play with her tits.
After, I pull her up on her knees and take her from behind, but my need still isn’t slaked. Flipping her onto her back, I push her knees up to her chest and angle her hips before plunging inside, groaning at the exquisite feel of her inner walls squeezing my dick. I purposely slow down after the first few thrusts, making sweet love to her as she undulates underneath me. My hands are worshipful, my lips adoring, as I stare at the woman who has given me the most incredible life.
Sometime after four a.m., we finally succumb to sleep.
A persistent tapping on the door rouses me from slumber. Abby is still passed out. I fucked her good, and I’m glad she appears to be in a deep sleep. Being careful not to wake my wife, I crawl out of bed and grab a pair of sweatpants, hurriedly pulling them on.
Opening the door, I’m not surprised to discover Amelia. Our youngest has always been an early riser. “Hey, Mellie.” I tousle her hair, and she scowls.
“Dad.” She drags out the word, swatting my hand away and smoothing out her dark hair so there isn’t a strand out of place. She cut it into a bob last week, ahead of starting high school in August. New school, new look apparently. “You’re so annoying.”
I crack a grin. “It’s part of the job,” I retort, messing up her hair again.
“Ugh, Dad!”
“Shush. Mom’s still sleeping.”
“Maybe stop being so annoying then, huh?” She levels me with a look as she plants her hands on her hips, and the expression takes me back in time. Our youngest might favor me in looks, but her personality is all her mother’s.
“What’s up, young Padawan?” I close the door and start walking.
“Oh, my gawd, Dad! Now you sound like Uncle Xavi.” Our youngest keeps stride with me.
“Blasphemy,” I tease, slapping a hand over my bare chest.
When we walk into the kitchen, I slam to a halt at the sight of our other children seated around the table eating breakfast. “You’re all up early.”
Oli ignores me, dipping his head as he shovels cereal into his mouth.
Talia chuckles. “It’s eleven a.m., Dad. Your inner clock malfunctioning today?”
Damn. I can’t remember the last time we slept so late. Guess stress and nocturnal activities will do that to you. “Huh,” I say, grabbing a mug from the cabinet.
“I need a ride to Rhonda’s house,” Amelia says, finally revealing the reason for her wake-up call. “A bunch of us are going to the beach.”
“Okay, let me?—”
“I’ll take her.” Oli’s chair scrapes across the floor as he hops up. “I’ll drop her on the way.”
I fold my arms. “On the way to where?”
“None of your business,” he says in a clipped tone as he sweeps past me.
“It’s my business when you’re grounded.” Abby and I haven’t discussed this, but I know she’ll agree. We can’t just let what happened slide. “And we still need to discuss last night.”
“Last night?” Ori lifts his head from his cell phone. He flicks waves of dark hair out of his eyes, revealing a frown as his gaze dances between me and his brother. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Oli says, giving me the evil eye. His expression softens when he swings his gaze to his little sister. “You ready to go?”
“Eh, yeah.” She grips the strap of her backpack, looking uncertainly between me and Oliver.
Oli challenges me with a look I’m well accustomed to these past six months. He’s itching for a fight, and while I don’t want to give him one, he is not leaving this house today. I eyeball Talia. “Can you drop Amelia on your way to work?”
“Sure.” Talia smiles at her younger sister. “I just need to grab my things.” She lifts one shoulder. “Come wait in my bedroom.”
I shoot our eldest a grateful smile.
“Fuck you.” Oli storms past me, heading toward the hallway.
Ori shuffles nervously on his feet. “I’m going to hang out with the guys at Damon’s place.”
“Okay, son. Just be back for dinner.” We have a firm rule that we eat dinner together every night as a family.
“What the fuck?” Oli roars from the hallway.
“Shit,” Ori whispers.
“Go hang out with your friends. Your mother and I have some things to discuss with your brother.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. Ori is very laid-back and not a fan of confrontation though I know he tried talking to his brother and Oli clearly told him to butt out. Ori gives Oli a wide berth as they cross paths in the doorway, and I don’t blame him given the ferocious look on Oli’s face.
Oli’s nostrils flare as he shoves his face all up in mine. “What the fuck did you do with my car keys?”
“They’re in the safe, and that’s exactly where they’re staying for the time being.” I pin him with a warning look. “You are grounded. No son of mine is getting arrested without consequences.”