Boone
I have my pants pulled up in record time. It reminds me of changing for gym class in middle school.
“Mommy?” Amelia’s voice is just outside the door now.
Margot has most of her buttons done up as she cracks the door. “Hey, sweetie! Just one minute!”
I’ve got most of my buttons done as well, and I turn to face the back wall to finish.
My erection hasn’t even completely gone down yet. Leaving my shirt untucked should take care of that.
As I spin around, Amelia is pulling the door open towards herself with a puzzled look on her face.
“Sweetie, look at the mess I made!” Margot exclaims. “I don’t want you to come in right now until I get this cleaned up.”
Margot’s quick thinking saves us as Amelia starts to giggle.
“What did you do?” Amelia is backing up as if we could contaminate her.
Looking at Margot, I realize what Amelia finds so funny.
I can’t help starting to laugh myself.
Margot has flour in her hair and her face, and it’s scattered all over the shirt that she never took off, too.
“I’m so klutzy! Do I look that bad?” Margot’s leveling a questioning look my way.
It just makes me laugh more.
Maybe it’s the relief of knowing what we just did or the anxiety of trying to be ready for Amelia showing up—but I can’t stop laughing.
This sets Amelia off again as we both laugh, and Amelia points a shaking finger at Margot.
“You look like you have white hair!” Her innocent observation makes her mother scowl.
“What!” Tossing her hair a bit, she flips it over her shoulder and throws her hands on her hips. “I don’t look gorgeous?”
“Of course you do, Mommy!” Amelia throws her own hands on her hips, mimicking her mother’s stern look.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything cuter.
“Gorgeous and irresistible,” I add with a wink.
“Will you be long? I want you guys to play with me.” Amelia started bouncing on her toes. Each time she hops brings her a little closer to us.
“Careful, sweetie. Not too close.” Margot makes a shooing motion with her hand, waving her back. “It won’t take long. Just go back in the living room so I don’t have to worry about cleaning you up, too.”
“Okay, Mommy.” Amelia is now hanging off the door, a knob in each hand, swinging back and forth. “I’ve been drawing. I want you to see my pictures and draw, too.”
Luckily, I store the broom in here. Grabbing it, I start sweeping the flour off the shelves to the floor.
“Don’t swing on the door like that. We’ve talked about that. You might break the knobs. Just give us a few minutes, and I’ll be out.” Margot starts brushing the flour off her shirt into the worst area on the floor. “Can you shut the door, honey? I don’t want this flour traveling out there.”
Amelia drops off the door and slams it hard. “Hurry!” Her muffled demand is followed by her retreating footsteps.
I can’t help laughing again as the loose flour swirls across the floor.
What a character. That sassy attitude definitely comes from her mother.
“I’m sorry.” Margot’s quiet words have me stopping immediately.
Leaning on the broom, I look at her curiously as she continues to brush the flour to the floor.
“What for, exactly?”
She better not be sorry for what we just did!
Since she won’t look at me, I lean the broom against the shelves and pull her snugly against my chest. I’ve trapped her hands between us and dip my head to snag her attention.
“Just for her hyper attitude in general…and swinging on your door… and interrupting us…”
I cut her off there. “You don’t ever have to apologize for her to me.” I shake her slightly in my embrace until she looks back up at me. “This is all new and exciting. She’s happy, so I’m happy. And I get that she’s going to be interrupting us. We’ll just have to figure out a way to work around it. Right?”
More rides on this question than she realizes.
I didn’t want this to be a one-time thing. I hope she didn’t fucking think it was. I hold my breath for her answer.
The slow smile spreading over her face gives me hope.
“Right.”
“Damn right!” Punctuating this with a quick kiss, I pull back to look her over a little closer. “Oh, wow. We have a little work to do.”
Her laughter rings out. “It be easier if I had a mirror.”
“I’ll be your mirror. Don’t move.” Running my hands lightly through her hair, I gently shake it until no more white is coming out.
I’ve always loved her hair. The blond silky strands hide the flour well.
Brushing lightly on her face, I blow along her hairline and down into her ear. She’s just so fucking irresistible.
Of course, she giggles and pulls away slightly.
Becoming all business, I put on a stern face and start working my way down her flannel shirt. From the shoulders, down the arms, I remove any trace of our fun.
Her back is even worse, but it doesn’t take long. I end with a few firm swats on her butt.
The side effect of touching her this way is becoming evident.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I bend a bit to rub my semi-hard cock against her ass.
She feels so damn good.
Dropping my head to her shoulder, I breathe in her scent.
Briefly, her head drops back to my shoulder. I can feel her long inhale as she relaxes against me.
Unfortunately, it ends too soon with her pulling away. Her business-like look as she assesses me from head to toe makes me smile.
Her hands are gentle and quick as she strokes me down. “I don’t think you had quite as much flour on you as me.”
Her teasing assessment is an understatement. She was pretty covered.
“I wonder why.” I can’t help teasing her back.
“But this is super cute.” She’s begun unbuttoning and re-buttoning my shirt. “Were you in a little hurry here?”
Her beautiful eyes flicker up to me before continuing her task.
Under the stark light of the pantry, her hair and skin glow. She looks ethereal. Like an angel.
Cupping her face gently, I lean in and meet her surprised eyes as I take her lips.
Nothing with Margot can be simple, and as she sighs, I push my tongue between her parted lips.
Sucking my tongue eagerly, I savor her sweetness. I’m vaguely aware that her hand is slipping beneath my shirt in the back.
Stroking the arch of her back, my fingers tenderly brush her spine as I pull on the curve of her ass with my other hand.
Squeezing her tightly, I gradually pull her forward until she’s flush against my eager erection.
She breaks our kiss reluctantly by dropping her weight lower and slipping from my hands. “Amelia won’t give us much more time.”
She’s right. And now I’m hard again.
“Go on out, and I’ll sweep this up and be out in a sec.”
She hesitates. “Are you sure?”
“Oh, I’m sure.” I smirk as I lift the hem of my shirt to flash the front of my pants.
She’s laughing as she opens the door and heads towards the living room, leaving the door open behind her.
I can hear Amelia’s excited squeal as she comes into view.
I’m eager to join them so I make quick work of sweeping up what ends up being a fairly small pile of flour.
It sure looked like a lot more all over Margot.
This gives me some ideas. There are a lot of other more edible treats I’d like to cover her in.
Chocolate, peanut butter, whipped cream…but I’m getting distracted.
She’s just so damn irresistible, and I can’t wait to taste her again.
Heading to the living room, I see Amelia and Margot are coloring at the coffee table.
“You’re back!” Amelia immediately hops up and follows me onto the couch.
She snuggles in against my side as I drape my arm along the back of the couch.
Peeling her precious drawings from her chest, she holds them out excitedly. “Look at my drawing. That’s me and mommy and you and Crockett!”
She points to each of us as she explains, and I dutifully nod and smile.
She’s just such a character.
“Beautiful, Amelia. And that looks just like me.”
Actually, they’re stick figures, but she’s given me a nice beard.
“Yeah!” Amelia has already flipped to the next drawing.
It’s clearly a picture of the cabin with woods all around it.
“And this is your cabin. See your woodpile. See the landslide where you saved us?”
I nod automatically as she points to all its highlights.
“And this is the bad man who lives in the woods and watches the house.”
Wait.
What the fuck?
Did she just say that?
There is definitely another stick figure in her picture in the woods.
What would’ve made her think that?
I’m speechless, and I hesitate.
Before I can question her, Margot beats me to it.
“The bad man, sweetie? What do you mean?” I take my cue from Margot’s calm questioning and try to relax.
Maybe she’s making this up.
“You know. The bad man. I saw him watching the house.” Amelia is already flipping to the next picture and is thrusting it into my lap.
“When? When was he watching the house?” Margot slides onto the couch on the other side of Amelia.
Reaching out, she rubs Amelia’s leg to get her attention.
“Before today.”
“You mean yesterday?” Margot slides the remaining pictures from Amelia’s grasp and puts them on the coffee table. “Just talk to me for a minute. Look at me. You saw this man yesterday?”
Amelia settles in response to the seriousness we both hear in her mother’s voice. “Yes, yesterday. I saw him yesterday, and he was watching the house.”
Who could she have seen? This is fucking serious.
A chill runs down my spine, and I try to shake the ominous feeling.
I don’t have neighbors for miles, and they always let me know before they stop by.
We’re all pretty remote out here, and it’s better to give a heads up. Otherwise, you could be mistaken as a trespasser. That could get you shot.
I look to my gun case, under lock and key in the corner of the room.
If there really is someone watching us, and it’s not just Amelia’s imagination…
I’ll protect my family no matter what.