Chapter 11 Rebecca
REBECCA
“So, did you enjoy meeting Mr. Steven?” I ask Damian as I put my car in park in the driveway.
Watching the two of them together today melted my heart.
It’s only been my dream since he was born to see Steven bond with him. I love watching him be a father, even though he doesn’t know he’s doing it.
“Yeah, he knows magic, like me.” Smiling, I unbuckle Damian and help him jump out of the car before we head inside the warm house.
Knowing that he likes Steven eases my stress about the situation a little. “He said tomorrow, he’s gonna teach me a few new tricks. Just don’t tell Grandma so she thinks I learned them myself.”
Laughing, I nod, telling him my lips are sealed as I walk into the kitchen to start dinner for us. Having the house empty and quiet is something I could get used to. It’s a reminder of what I’m working so hard for.
A life for Damian and me. One that we can be proud of.
“Dinner’s done,” I holler back to him as he plays in his room. Tonight, I decide to keep things light with grilled ham and cheese sandwiches paired with warm tomato soup.
I smirk as I hear his little footsteps thudding against the thin carpet as he runs to the table. “Did you grab my crackers?”
“Of course. It’s not soup without them.” I take the seat next to him and laugh as he crushes the crackers, making a small mess around his bowl.
After taking a bite of my sandwich, I reach over and push a piece of hair from his face. “So you really enjoy coming to work with me?”
“Mm-hmm.” He nods with his mouth full of food. This week will be the test to see how they are around each other. Now that Steven knows about Damian, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing for him to know the whole truth.
Maybe one day …
Once we finish dinner, I get him into the bath and into his warm pajamas with Christmas trees printed on them. Damian runs to his bookshelf, grabbing one of his many books for me to read to him before he falls asleep.
“Oh, this one again?” I ask, reading the cover. I’m not surprised, as it’s one of his favorites. A story about a moose that befriends an owl to help him find his lost family.
He snuggles next to me under his comfortable blanket, resting his head on my chest as he follows along with me. About halfway through the story, I can hear him snoring lightly and have to slide out of his bed undetected.
With a sigh of relief that the overwhelming day is finally coming to an end, I wander through the empty house. Excitement hits me as I reach for the open bottle of wine in the fridge. Certainly, I’ve earned at least half a glass for what I went through today.
The cork pops, sending an echo through the kitchen, but before I can pour, my phone chimes from the kitchen counter.
I gently set the bottle of open wine back down next to my glass and open my messages, smiling as I see Steven’s name.
Steven: Was wondering if you can get a sitter. We should talk.
My body reacts with excitement, but then the worry sets in deep down. He wants to talk?
What if he found out I was lying about Damian’s father? I thought I was being nonchalant, but Steven has always been able to see right through my bullshit. I pray this isn’t one of those times …
I can always say no. But I don’t think this would be the type of conversation to have at work, especially if I have to bring Damian along with me the rest of this week.
Sighing, I call my grandmother, hoping she isn’t already asleep. Luckily, she answers and happily agrees to come sit with him while I deal with a work emergency.
With her living only two houses down from us, she arrives only five minutes later.
After thanking her a million times, I rush to my car and speed over to Steven’s house. The entire drive, I run different scenarios through my mind. What else would he want to speak to me about? I’ve already answered his questions.
He must know that I’m lying, and that thought terrifies me as my car pulls into his driveway.
My knuckles tap lightly against his front door, and once he opens it, he smiles widely, inviting me in.
“Sorry,” I say, wringing my hands together nervously. “I was already in my comfy clothes.” I stare down at my oversized hoodie and festive leggings that don’t match.
He chuckles, saying I look fine as he points to his own pajamas—an old football shirt and his thick, dark blue pants.
While on the outside, I’m smiling, on the inside, I’m a nervous wreck. “So, what did you want to talk about?”
He takes a step toward me, causing my breath to catch in my throat as his hands grab my waist softly. “I lied,” he whispers, his lips growing close to mine. “I don’t want to talk.”
My heart jumps as his strong hand wraps around the back of my neck and his lips crash down on mine passionately.
I instantly relax, knowing that I dodged the bullet again, having to answer his questions. I didn’t have any excuses ready …
My tongue lightly caresses against his as his lips open again.
“Should we take this to the bedroom?” I ask seductively, but that look flashes in his eyes again.
“I have a better idea.” He takes my wrist gently and pulls me further into the kitchen, pressing my back against the counter. His lips find mine once more as his hands grip my hips before closing the gap between us.
I can feel his erection through his pajama pants, leaving little to the imagination. A quiet moan leaves me as my head falls back slightly, allowing him to pepper kisses on my neck.
My eyes close then open as his lips leave my skin. “Turn,” he demands with a deep tone, and I waste no time following his orders.
There’s something that excites me about Steven demanding his needs. I’m more than willing to follow him blindly.
His hand runs up my spine seductively, pushing the top half of my body down against the countertop. As his hand runs back down, he hooks his fingers in the waist of my leggings and rips them down around my ankles.
A chill flows over my bare skin while waiting for his next move. The anticipation rushes through me. The evidence of how ready my body is threatens to drip down my legs. I need this man …
I feel his hands on my ass, caressing softly before spreading them slightly. I gasp as I feel his tip pressing against me, begging to be let in. Both Steven and I let out a gasp as he slides every inch inside of me slowly.
I crave the feeling of him stretching me, the way that he bottoms out … It’s enough to make my fucking mouth water.
As he releases my ass, I raise slightly on my tiptoes, giving him better access to press against my G-spot. His thrusts start gently, but soon turn rougher and rapid. It causes my body to press harder into the cold surface he has me bent over, but it feels too good to complain or shift.
“Harder,” I cry out as I can feel myself dripping. His hand quickly finds my hair, and he clutches it into his fist, using it as leverage to pull me harder into every thrust of his hips. My mouth falls open as my eyes roll into my head.
There’s only been one other time we tested the waters with roughness, but it was so long ago that I forgot how good it felt. For just a few moments, I like to feel used. I like him to take control of me like this.
In those moments, I’m fully his, and he knows it. In those moments … he owns every single inch of my body.
“You’re mine,” he grunts as he thrusts into me again harshly, causing me to cry out with pleasure. His words send a delicious chill over my skin as my fingertips press hard against the counter. “Say it …”
“I’m yours,” I moan. As I speak, his left hand moves from my hip back to my ass as he squeezes tightly. His right hand still holds a firm grip on my hair.
Reaching forward, he grabs my hand and places it directly onto my clit. He directs my movements, making me play with myself as he drills into me from behind. The whimpers drip from my lips as the sensation brings me to the brink of orgasm.
He then releases my hair, and both of his hands find my hips once more, pulling me harder into every thrust forward. “Fuck … I’m close,” he warns, but so am I. My fingers rub vigorously against my swollen sex as my ass arches further in the air.
I want to be dripping when he’s finished with me. His fingers dig in as he grunts into the air, pumping his own orgasm into me. Part of me feels slightly disappointed that I wasn’t able to finish as well, but it’s short-lived.
As I pull my hand away, he stops me. “No way. It’s your turn.” He grabs my hand again, placing it back onto my clit. “Don’t pull away until you come.”
There’s something so demanding in his voice that causes a whimper to involuntarily slip out of my mouth. Following his words, I continue to rub myself, but gasp as he shoves two fingers into me.
“That’s it,” he practically whispers as my legs begin to shake from pleasure and my walls constrict tighter. “Come for me.”
I feel the buildup starting, and as my moans turn into screams, he pulls his fingers out and pushes his cock deep inside me again. My legs nearly give out as I come undone around him. He grabs me so I don’t fall as I clutch onto the counter.
I didn’t even know I could orgasm this hard … It’s like he knows my body better than I do. A giggle comes from my mouth as I rest against the cool surface.
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he says as he pulls himself out of me. My inner thighs are soaked from both of us, so he hands me a drying rag that was sitting on the counter beside us.
I turn my head slightly and smile at him. If anyone is perfect, it’s him. I’m the farthest thing from it, but it’s still nice to hear.
After I’m able to catch my breath, I lift myself off the counter and lean down to grab my leggings, pulling them up around my hips once more. I wish I didn’t have to leave so soon. While I want to be home with my son, I also want to wake up next to Steven in the morning.
“Thank you for coming,” Steven whispers from behind me.
With a giggle, I say, “You too.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Not what I meant, but it works.”
I reveal I need to get home, or I would stay longer, and he waves me off, saying he understands. As he helps me with my jacket, his smile falters slightly.
“You know,” he comments. “I still don’t get why Russ never mentioned Damian whenever I would run into him.”
I shrug, wanting to dodge this topic entirely as I open the door to leave. “I’m not sure why. But I should get going.” Leaning in, I kiss him again before descending the front porch steps toward my car.
Anytime the topic is brought up, I leave before I put my foot in my mouth and give myself away. Now is definitely not the time to let that slip, especially after what just happened in his kitchen.