15. Jeremiah
Chapter 15
Jeremiah
I jump out of the bed with renewed excitement. Tonight, Amberlee and I will be alone without Ryan and the kids interrupting.
Every time I tried to get close to her last night and pull her out of her shell, one of them interrupted.
It’s now or never. Amberlee has to know how I feel about her, if she doesn’t already with the amount of times I’ve hinted at it. I made a vow to myself when I found out she was moving to Fayetteville that I wouldn’t let her slip through my fingers again.
I look over at the other bed, my sweet daughter a tangled mess in the covers as her hair lays haphazardly around her, knotted from going to bed without brushing it. She’s snoring softly, so I decide to let her rest a little longer while I shower.
Shutting the door behind me, I push down my pajama pants, letting them drop to the floor in a puddle at my feet. I reach into the shower and turn the water on, moving the knob to a comfortable temperature setting.
While I wait for it to warm up, I brush my teeth. It’s not long before steam billows out over the top of the shower curtain and fills the room. I run my hand along my chin, the coarse hairs of my light beard tickling my fingers. I debate shaving, then decide not to. It isn’t often that I have opportunities to let it grow out in the military.
I glance at myself one last time before stepping into the shower, picking up my sandalwood-scented body wash, and squirting a generous amount on my sponge. I lean forward, letting the water beat down on my back, easing my aching muscles from yesterday.
Images of Amberlee on the beach in the tiny bit of fabric covering her skin resurface in my mind. That perfect body that belongs to me. My cock aches at the memory of how the fabric clung to her breasts, her pebbled nipples pressing against it.
I drop the sponge as my hand drifts down, grasping my shaft, giving it a slight squeeze and tug. It immediately hardens in my hand as I let the water and soap aid my grip to move along my length.
I let my mind continue to replay images of Amberlee, the way her ass cheeks peeked out from under her bikini bottom, just begging for me to take a bite. A deep, husky growl works its way up my throat as my balls tighten.
My body erupts in heat as I stroke faster, not even caring that my groans have become louder. I let my head fall forward as I brace myself, my knees becoming weak. My breathing becomes more frantic with each movement. I give one more firm stroke and it’s all it takes for my orgasm to take over, and I groan. Thick ropes of cum coat the wall and floor of the shower, washing down the drain with the water.
“Daddy, are you okay? It sounds like you’re hurting,” Angel’s sweet voice drifts through the door.
Fuck!
“Yes, baby I’m fine.” My voice is ragged.
My daughter hearing me come was not how I wanted this morning to go.
“Are you sure? It sounds like you're hurt.”
“Yeah, I’m sure. Daddy’s fine. Go find something to watch on TV until I’m done.”
She doesn’t respond and thank God for that. At least she didn’t just walk in the bathroom while I was mid stroke.
When Angel turned three, I sat her down and talked with her about how she had to knock before coming into my bathroom. She was getting older and I didn’t think it was appropriate for her to see me naked. My biggest fear is about having the discussion of sex with her, not to mention how I’m going to handle her getting her first period. It’s one of the best things about having Maddy close to her. Even when we weren’t stationed at the same base, Angel always knew she could call and talk to her about anything she didn’t feel comfortable discussing with me. My hopes are that Amberlee can be the new woman in her life, her mother figure.
I finish washing, then get out, pull the towel from the rack and dry off. It’s time to face the music. Looking around, I want to smack myself in the head. I didn’t bring my clothes in here. Picking up my sleep pants, I slip them back on, then check the shower, making sure there’s no evidence left behind of what I’ve done.
“Angel, time to shower. Just be careful, the floor’s slippery,” I tell her from the bathroom door.
“Okay.” She gets off the bed and walks over to the door, waiting for me to leave. I step back over to the shower, turn the water on to a heat I know is good for her and then leave her to wash.
I take the opportunity with her out of the room to change into some shorts and a tank top. We already made plans last night to head to the amusement park they have today. The kids are excited for the rollercoaster. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that they are too little for it, but I know once they see the go carts, they’ll forget all about their disappointment.
I sit on the edge of the bed and pick my phone up from the nightstand where it is charging.
Me: Up showered and dressed. You?
Ryan: Yeah, Maddy’s in the shower now. RJ is dressed and ready to go.
Me: Amberlee?
I need to find a way to get her number. That’s my plan today.
Ryan: I messaged her, but she hasn’t read it yet.
Me: Want me to wake her up?
Ryan: Nah, she may be in the shower. I’ll give her a few more minutes.
Me: When do you want to meet?
Ryan: Umm. Give us like fifteen minutes and we’ll come up there.
Me: OK
My eyes drift to the wall that separates me from Amberlee. She’s so close, but so far away. Ryan’s words come back to me. She may be in the shower. Just the image of her body, running her hands across her bare flesh, her breasts, her pussy, has me hard again. Masturbating isn’t going to hold me over for long. It's failing to satisfy the hunger that burns deep in my veins for her.
I close my eyes, trying to calm my raging testosterone. But all I can think about is having my cock buried deep inside Amberlee’s sweet pussy.
Dropping the phone on my bed, I cup my face with my hands, rubbing my eyes. Get it together Jeremiah, we are so close to having what we want, you can’t fuck it up now.
I need to do something else to occupy my mind. Standing, I head over to the dresser and pull out some shorts, underwear and a top for Angel. She’s been in there long enough that she should be done.
I move over to the cracked bathroom door. “Angel, time to get out.”
“Okay,” she hollers over the running water, just before it turns off.
“Dry off, then come on out. I have clothes for you. Uncle Ryan and Aunt Maddy are going to be here in just a bit so we can go get something to eat.”
“Can we get waffles?” she squeals as she opens the door, the towel wrapped haphazardly around her little body.
“I’m sure wherever we go, they’ll have waffles. I have your clothes on the bed, get dressed, then brush your teeth. I’ll tame that rat’s nest of yours after.”
She juts her tiny hip out, her hand on it as she shakes her head. “I ain’t got no rat’s nest, Daddy. That’s my hair.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, brow raised as I fight to keep a serious face.
“Positive.”
“Okay then. Hurry up so we can be ready when they get here.” I smile.
She runs back into the bathroom, and the water turns on so I know she’s brushing her teeth first. A couple minutes later, she skips back into the room, dropping her towel on the floor and begins dressing herself. She no longer needs my help, turning into such a big girl and my heart aches knowing one day she won’t need me for anything.
“I’m ready.” Her little voice sings.
“Get me the brush and a ponytail holder.”
She rushes back to the bathroom, returning quickly with both items.
“Can you French braid my hair?”
I nod and turn my body, patting the bed in front of me for her to take a seat. Taking my time, I brush her hair, working from the bottom up toward her skull, just like my mom taught me to work out the tangles. Once I’m done, I separate it into sections and begin the intricate work of weaving her hair back and forth until she has the perfect braid.
I’ve just slipped the elastic band on the end when there’s a knock at the door.
Standing up, I take the brush with me and set it on the bathroom counter before opening the door to a smiling Ryan and RJ, but no Maddy. My mind races, wondering if maybe she did too much yesterday and changed her mind about today. I wouldn’t blame her. I can’t even begin to imagine what it feels like to be pregnant with twins during the heat of the summer.
“Where’s Maddy?”
I step back, allowing them to walk in. RJ beelines straight for Angel.
“She’s next door with Amberlee.”
I want to ask him more, but I restrain myself. I have a plan.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, she wasn’t done getting ready, so Maddy went in to hang out with her. Hopefully, she hurries her on up, because I’m starving.”
Angel’s ears perk up and I see the gleam in her eyes. I know the wheels in her head are already turning. She’s about to pounce on him like a lion on prey with her breakfast request.
“Uncle Ryan, I’m hungry too. You know what my belly wants?”
Ryan shoots his gaze at me and I just shrug. Nope, this is all on him. I’m just going to sit back and watch my princess work her magic to get what she wants.
“You are?” Ryan finally asks her. “And what is it you want to eat?”
“Waffles,” she says matter-of-factly. “And my belly doesn’t want anything but waffles.”
“Yeah, you know what, Daddy? I want waffles too.” RJ joins Angel, showing a united front to their common goal.
I cover my mouth with my hand, stifling my laugh. Ryan isn’t a fan of waffles, and I’m dying to see how he gets out of this predicament. I’d never want to go toe to toe against the dynamic duo.