Chapter 48
“Move over,” she said, not really caring that she was whining, because she was too damn tired to care.
“No!” the cranky ten-year-old that clearly didn’t understand what it meant to give birth without an epidural said, because if she did, she would move her little butt over so that Kasey could lay down before she dropped dead from exhaustion.
“I will spank you!” Kasey snapped, which earned a snort of amusement from the little bed hog.
“Mikey,” she warned.
“What’s wrong with your bed?” the little bully demanded.
“There’s a large cop sprawled out across it,” she said, giving Mikey another nudge only to have the small child sprawl out across the bed even more, effectively blocking her.
“So? Push him over,” Mikey grumbled.
“He weighs a ton,” she muttered pathetically as she considered crashing on the couch, but she was too tired to wrestle with all the crap that Mikey had left on it.
That left her with very few choices at the moment. She could continue trying to shove her ten-year-old daughter over, grab a sleeping bag and go sleep in Eric’s old room, or…
She was going to have to go to her room, shove the large man over, and hopefully by the time that she woke up tomorrow morning she wouldn’t be this nervous. As soon as she saw him, she should have tackled him to the ground and kissed him the way she’d dreamed of doing for the past two weeks. She should have been more than eager to climb into bed with him, shove him aside, stolen another one of his shirts and gone to sleep curled up next to him instead of trying to figure out why she was standing here.
This was Reese, she reminded herself.
She loved him and missed him and she was absolutely terrified to go into that room and discover that it had all been a dream.
“Mom!” the little traitor muttered pathetically as she grabbed her blanket and yanked it over her head to block out the bright hallway light that cut across the room.
“Fine,” she grumbled, vowing to remember this betrayal the next time the little bully needed her baseball uniform washed.
Sighing heavily, she walked out of the small bedroom, closed the door behind her, and headed towards her closed bedroom door, telling herself that it hadn’t been a dream and that the man currently hogging her bed was everything that she remembered. Licking her lips nervously, she opened the bedroom door and-
Frowned when she realized the bed was empty.
Deciding that he was either raiding the fridge or taking a shower, she dragged herself inside, helped herself to his bag where she knew a fresh batch of shirts would be waiting for her greedy little fingers, changed into one and climbed into bed, too exhausted to do anything more than curl up on her side and close her eyes.
When she felt the bed dip sometime later, she stilled, terrified that when he touched her that she would feel nothing more than when Eric hugged her only to sigh with relief when pleasure and warmth spread throughout her body as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him.
“I’ve missed you, sweetheart,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against the side of her neck.
“Really? Did you go somewhere?” she asked innocently, loving the sound of his deep chuckle as he pulled her more tightly against him.
“You didn’t miss me?” he asked, sounding amused even as he reached down and slowly pulled the hem of the large tee shirt that she wore up until her breasts were bared.
“There was just so much to do,” she said, sighing long and loud only to end with a moan when the devious man ran his palms over her nipples, causing them to harden almost painfully.
“I see,” he murmured, running his hand down her stomach and beneath her panties so that he was cupping her in his hand and making it difficult to focus.
“With Mikey starting school and work and…umm, things?” she finished lamely, trying to stay focused, but it was difficult to do that with a finger slowly teasing her slit.
“Things,” he repeated, kissing a path along her shoulder as she shifted her legs apart so that finger that was pushing between her slit could slide inside her.
When he did just that, she moaned his name and turned her head to kiss him. With a groan, he kissed her as he alternated between sliding his finger inside her and running it along her slit, teasing her clit and making her push back, desperate for what was pressed against her bottom.
“Then I guess I shouldn’t tell you just how much I missed you,” he said, smiling against her neck as he slid his finger inside her one last time before he shifted his attention to pushing her panties down.
“Probably not,” she said with a heartfelt sigh as she aided him in his cause.
“You’re right. It would be wrong to tell you how much I missed holding and kissing you, waking up to find you stealing one of my shirts,” he said with a pained laugh as he ran his hand over her thigh and raised her leg so that he could-
“Oh, god,” she gasped as she closed her eyes and lost herself in a moan as she felt him slide deep inside her, thick and impossibly hard.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned in her ear as he slid his hand back up to her breast.
“Did you think about doing this while you were gone?” she asked, deciding to torment him just a little.
“Every fucking minute of the day,” he said, as he slid inside her one last time before he pulled out. “Roll over onto your back, sweetheart.”
Licking her lips, she did as he asked and when he shifted over her, she reached for him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him closer, feeling whole for the first time in two weeks.
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“Is this what you do all day?” he asked, chuckling as she started the next season of “Nurse Jackie,” before tossing the remote aside.
“Yup,” she said with absolutely no shame as she cuddled back up to his side on the couch and sighed with content.
“What time does Mikey get home from school?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her so that he could absently run his fingers up and down her arm.
“Not until four,” she said, placing her hand on his stomach so that she could absently trace the outline of his abs.
“And we’re going to binge watch old TV shows until then?” he asked, not really caring what they did as long he was able to hold her.
“Unless you have a better suggestion,” she said, as she drew a line down to the waistband of his boxers and back up again.
“Not a one,” he said, watching as that finger trailed back down his stomach and then back up again.
“Well, I could think of a few,” she mused as she slowly trailed that finger back down.
“Could you?”
“Mmmhmm,” she murmured with a nod as she continued tracing a line back and forth, teasing him until his cock pushed past the waistband of his boxers.
“And what would those things be?” he asked, ending with a hiss when she slid her hand over him.
“Well,” she murmured as she shifted so that she could run her tongue around the tip, making his cock jump in anticipation before the devious woman suggested, “we could always paint each other’s nails.”
“And do each other’s hair?” he added for her since she had her mouth full at the moment.
“Mmmhmmm,” she moaned in agreement around him.
“That sounds like a dream come true, sweetheart,” he said, as he ran his hand down her back and cupped that beautiful ass that he loved so much.
“Doesn’t it?” she asked, sounding amused as she released his cock with a slow lick that left him cursing.
“It does. It really does,” he readily agreed as she pulled his straining cock free and stroked him.
“Do you think we’ll have time to talk about boys and play Truth or Dare?” she asked before taking his cock back in her mouth.
“We’ll make time,” he said with a chuckle that ended on a groan as the devious woman teased his cock with her teeth before letting it slip free from her mouth so that she could sit up.
“Then I couldn’t think of a better way to spend an afternoon,” she readily agreed with a nod as she shimmied out of her panties and climbed onto his lap with a smile, giving him another reason to never want to let her go.