26. Berg
Chapter twenty-six
Berg
T he next morning, I stare at a sleeping Caro for a long time when I wake, reflecting on our night. Having a woman in my bed should freak me out after so long, but there’s not a hint of worry clouding my mind. She fell asleep against my chest and we woke up with our legs entangled and as far as I’m concerned, she’s welcome again tonight. During the night the power is restored and I work on resetting the time on all the flashing clocks in the kitchen while I wait for the coffee to brew. The girls are still sleeping, so I softly set a mug of coffee on Caro’s bedside table then slip into the shower. I’m applying a thick layer of shaving cream to my throat when she cracks open the bathroom door and grins at me in the mirror.
“Thought you were committed to air drying? ”
“Old habits die hard,” I tell her as she rests her head against my back, her hands clasped over my chest for a morning hug.
“I’ll give you some privacy,” she says, turning to go.
Privacy? Screw that.
I snag her around the waist and deposit her on my bathroom counter. “No, thank you. I won’t be needing any of that today.”
Or tomorrow. Or the next day.
She laughs, crossing her legs and leaning back against the slightly foggy mirror.
“Love you in my clothes,” I say, placing the plug in the sink and turning the tap to hot.
She hums in agreement.
I slosh my razor in the steaming water a few times.
“First time I came home and saw you in my clothes, it drove me crazy. In a good way,” I add.
“Yeah? What else should I borrow? Some overalls? Reflective vest with nothing underneath?”
I chuckle, trying to hold still while I shave over my Adam’s apple.
“Quit that, I’ll cut myself.”
Caro trails her fingers over my bare shoulders.
“Am I distracting you?”
“Yes,” I say, voice hoarse as I rinse the razor and tidy up my cheeks. “I’m almost done. Stay put.”
Mischief fills her eyes, and she slips off the counter. “Now that just sounds like a challenge, Berg. ”
Ah, she woke up this morning and chose chaos and I fucking love it. Reaching out, I click the lock on the bathroom door, never taking my eye off the mirror.
“Don’t stop on account of me,” she says, lowering herself onto the fluffy bath mat at my feet.
I’ve had a semi all morning, but seeing the crown of her head at crotch height makes me rock hard.
“You like kneeling?”
She nods, cupping me over the towel.
“I won’t stop you then.”
Her cool fingers slip inside the edge of the towel and the fabric falls to my feet, allowing my cock to spring free. She wastes no time, humming her approval as she grips my thighs for balance and kisses the head of my dick. I grit my teeth, sucking air between them as I move to the other cheek.
“You taste delicious,” she says, and my palm drops to the counter to steady myself.
God, she’s got me keyed up.
“You’re killing me, Caro.”
“So thick,” she mumbles, and I glance down.
Her lips stretch wide, halfway down my shaft and the razor slips from my hand into the sink with a splash. Since my hands are free now, I tangle them in her hair, remembering how she egged me on while I braided it. Her curls are soft in my fist as I tighten my grip, eliciting a throaty groan from her chest. Her mouth is heaven, but I know a better place. I haul her up, turning her to face an empty section of the counter and bending her in half. Her face is mere inches from the shower, my t-shirt riding up over her hips, her black panties wiggling their way into the crack of her ass. I smooth my hands over each cheek, pressing my erection against the satin.
“We don’t have much time, Carolina.”
“I thought you didn’t want to hurry?” she asks.
“At night, I don’t. But right now I need to get inside you, and there’s no telling when we’ll be interrupted.”
“Better get a move on then, MacMillan.”
I run my right index finger along the leg of her panties, moving them to the side.
“In the interest of time saving…we’d better keep these on.”
She rolls her eyes adorably.
I run my leaking cock down the cleft of her bare ass, hardly holding it together when she wiggles like she can’t wait for me to fill her. My senses come back to me, and I find a condom in the medicine cabinet. I’m exceedingly grateful to the optimistic part of me that bought these condoms. Pretty sure the last time I had sex two days in a row was when I was trying to make a baby. I run two fingers along Caro’s slick pussy to make sure she’s good and ready. The fact she got wet from sucking my cock makes me feel like a god. Holding her steady at the hips, I slide home, head falling back at the sensation of her tight heat. Caro bends beautifully beneath me, my hips cradling her round ass, stomach flat against the counter. I pull back and thrust again, scooping my hips in a way that makes her cry out, her breath fogging the mirror mere inches from her open lips. I groan as I pick up the pace, every drive of my hips making my balls draw up tighter.
“Oh, fuck, Caro.” I lift my eyes up to the mirror. “Fuck me, that feels good.”
She looks away, and I hate it. I want her present. Watching. Feeling.
I skim my right hand along her jaw, supporting her chin lightly so she has no choice but to face the mirror.
“Please watch us. It’s too fucking good to miss,” I tell her, sliding my fingers around her hip to find her wet clit. I run my index and ring fingers down either side of her clit, squeezing them slightly to add pressure to the swollen spot. Her thighs tremble as I continue to fuck her over my countertop.
“Berg,” she gasps. “Don’t fucking stop. Like that…”
The sight of my hand stroking between her thighs in the mirror and her heated gaze is too much. The base of my spine burns as my balls grow tighter.
“Caro, fuck, I’m gonna–”
Her voice is strangled and breathy when she cries out, “I’m coming.”
“Too. Fucking. Good,” I say, punctuating each word with a stuttering thrust as I come long and hard between her thighs.
I catch my breath, pulling out gently and standing her up. Caro feels perfect when I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as my heart rate recovers.
“Slow. Fast. Both are good,” she breathes.
“Daddy! We’re hungry! ”
Caro presses her lips together, falling silent and freezing. Her eyebrows shoot up and the guilty expression that washes over her face like we’ve done something wrong is adorable. Of course, we haven’t, but it’s easy to feel that we’re doing something naughty.
“Be right out, girls!” I say, reaching for a washcloth to remove the last of my shaving cream.
Caro straightens her underwear and pats down her hair. “What are we doing?”
I slip on the clean boxer briefs I placed on the shelf above the toilet.
“How do you mean?”
“Like, are we going to act ‘normal’?” She puts air quotes around normal.
Should have seen this coming. Of course, we need to sort out some details here so that we’re on the same page. And, most importantly, to keep anyone from getting hurt. Although if there’s one thing I know about relationships and love, there’s no such thing as protecting your heart fully, not if you’re going to go all in.
“I understand that your family comes first here, Berg.”
I speak slowly. “Okay.”
I understand her sentiment, but her thoughts matter here too.
“Last night was amazing.”
Don’t let there be a ‘but’.
“And I want there to be a next time. ”
“Me too,” I tell her. “This…isn’t only about sex for me. Not at this stage of my life.”
I grimace at my own words. This ‘stage of life’? What am I on about?
“Please ignore that. I aged myself about ten years saying that,” I laugh.
“I don’t know what ‘stage of life’ I’m in, but I think it’s the one where I get pretty serious with a really hot guy who has cute kids and a bit of confusion around what doors are for.”
“Listen, lady, if you are on one side of a door, and I am on another, and I think for any reason that you need help, I will find a way to get through it.”
“Okay, okay,” she pats my chest. “I could get used to that.”
“Good. I think you’ll have to.”
“So, we’ll be…exclusive?”
Oh, my god. What does she think of me?
“Yes. Delete your apps.”
“I was just checking!” She throws her arms around me, kissing me softly on the lips. “I never had any in the first place.”
“Hey, what do you say we go out for breakfast? I know the power is back on, but it would be fun.”
“Pancakes, bacon, coffee. Sounds perfect,” she says, bouncing out of the bathroom and rifling through some of my drawers.
“I’ll put these on then go down to get my own clothes,” she says, hopping on one foot as she sticks her leg into a pair of my sweatpants .
“Perfect,” I echo, leaning against the doorframe to admire her.
Excitement surges through me, stronger than it has in years. But beneath the happiness that’s growing in my chest, there is worry. How long will she want to be exclusive with a guy with two kids?