Margot
Leaving the bathroom, I walk into the hall and see Boone’s dark silhouette standing in the doorway of the bedroom.
Tiptoeing quietly, I sneak up to wrap my arms around his middle, clasping them on his stomach. Pressing against his back, I’m just able to peer over his shoulder.
I must not have been quiet enough because Boone doesn’t even jump when I grab him from behind.
I see what’s caught his attention, and I remember when Amelia was a baby, I stared at her for hours.
She’s partly on her stomach and yet curled on her side. She’s already kicked off the blankets, and one leg is hanging out of the covers.
Crockett is curled up in the crook of her leg behind her knee. They look so cute together.
We only put her to bed about half an hour ago, but it was a long fun-filled day. I’m not surprised she’s already out. Personally, I’m exhausted, too.
I drop my forehead on Boone’s shoulder and inhale his rugged scent. He smells like the great outdoors—fresh wind, soft dirt, and pine.
Stroking his chest and stomach lightly, up and down, I relax into him. I could fall asleep right here on my feet.
Today has been a blast. It’d been a good half hour walk to get to the river, but it had definitely been worth it. Amelia and Crockett splashed and played on the edge of the water together. Those pictures were gems!
Following Boone’s lead, Amelia had rolled up her pant legs and waded in to try her hand at trying to catch a fish. She didn’t manage to catch any but was fascinated with the three that Boone pulled out.
She spent hours tagging along behind him as he patiently showed her everything he did. She even helped him clean the fish.
I didn’t take pictures of that.
Instead of heading back for lunch, we ate fresh fish built over a campfire by the stream.
It was apparent that this wasn’t an unusual occurrence for Boone. The area was well stocked with firewood, and the fire pit was clearly established.
The whole day was heavenly for me.
Having time to concentrate on my photography, without worrying about Amelia tumbling down hills, is quite a novelty.
It’s super clear that Boone doesn’t mind at all. I’ve never seen someone more enthusiastic about spending time with a four-year-old girl.
I’d say the only downer to the day is knowing that Boone is still worried about Amelia’s mysterious “bad man who watches the house”.
He had to have walked the actual trail two to three times on the way back because he would shoot off and almost seem to circle me the entire way back.
It’s obvious he hasn’t let the matter drop. I can see the wheels turning in his head.
I expect that kind of stuff from Amelia, but holy shit! He has to be exhausted.
I’m looking forward to looking through all the photos I’ve taken. Some of the things I saw today and the way I was able to catch the light was definitely phenomenal.
So, between the swimming, hiking, and just the general running around with Crockett, it’s no surprise to me that Amelia is out like a light.
I wonder how long Boone would stand here and stare at her if I didn’t interrupt him?
“She looks so different when she’s asleep, huh?” Lifting on my tiptoes so I can whisper right in his ear, I curl my arms from his stomach to the top of his shoulders for leverage.
He leans into me, causing our bodies to come into even more direct contact. “Yeah. She looks even more like you.”
I kiss his neck, which is as far up as I can reach.
His hands slide up my forearms to my hands on his shoulders. I sink into him.
Now, this is perfect.
He feels so good, and everything about him is hard.
His stomach. His arms. And of course, his perfect cock.
Not only is he one of the most wonderful men—or the most wonderful man—that I’ve ever met, but I know he is going to be an absolutely fabulous dad.
If I could give him back all the years we were separated from him, I would do it in an instant. I know it’s going to haunt me for the rest of my life.
Thankfully, he’s one of the most forgiving and loving people that I’ve ever met, too. I’m not sure I could be the same if the roles were reversed.
Turning in my arms, Boone puts the doorjamb behind his back, and I immediately cuddle into him, chest to chest.
Stroking my back, he rests his head against mine, still gazing at our daughter.
His hands are circling my back. They move down to my lower back, slowly circling until he’s grasping my butt in his hands.
As he kneads my rear, he starts slowly circling what is very clearly his now rock-hard cock against me.
It feels wonderful. I’m melting.
I want him.
As I tilt my head back to look up at him, he knows what I want instantly.
Bending down, he brushes his lips over my cheeks, my chin, and then down to my throat. My sigh of contentment is more of a moan.
He catches the last of the sound with a searing kiss, thrusting his tongue between my parted lips.
I can’t help but moan more, opening to him and encouraging our tongues to tangle.
I melt again as his hands travel under my shirt and dip below the waistline of my pants.
Stroking the low arch of my back, his fingers tenderly skim, sending shivers up my spine.
His kiss deepens as he pulls me towards him, and I feel the hard outline of his cock on my cunt.
We break our kiss, panting heavily, while he still maintains our slow erotic grinding against each other.
“You feel so good. I could come like this.” My honest words seem to only inspire him to ratchet it up a notch. “Wait. Maybe we should go to the pantry?”
He laughs softly and rolls us from the edge of the doorjamb and into the hall. “That’s definitely a great idea.”
I start giggling, which turns into snorts as we try to keep it down.
The last thing we need to do now is wake up Amelia or even Crockett. I’m sure if he woke up, it would probably wake Amelia up, too.
Reaching around him, I slowly start to shut the bedroom door.
A flickering light out the window behind the bed catches my eye.
Hesitating, Boone catches my arm and stares at where I’m looking. He’s trying to see what I’m seeing.
“What is that?” My voice is definitely more than a whisper.
It’s beginning to dawn on me what I’m looking at.
“That’s a goddamn fire.” His voice booms in the room as adrenaline makes him forget everything else.
Amelia begins to stir on the bed.
Grabbing me quickly, Boone kisses me with a hard-punishing attack.
When he squeezes me hard, I returned the hug desperately.
I’m petrified.
As the seriousness of the situation sinks in, I just want to tell him to just make a phone call to 911.
But the road is blocked…
And there’s no way he’d listen to me, anyway.
Boone can’t change what he is. He’s always been the White Knight in shining armor.
“Follow me down and lock up behind me.” He rushes from the room, and I follow him into the hall.
“Mommy!” Amelia’s groggy voice sounds worried.
“It’s okay, honey. I’ll be right back.”
I hear her start to whimper and then seriously cry as I get further away. She’s totally awake now.
I’ll have to deal with that in a few minutes.
Boone is making a loud racket on the main floor as I come into the kitchen. He’s already dug out a couple of very large fire extinguishers and set them by the door.
He snags my face as I walk up, planting another hot, frantic kiss to my lips.
“I’m serious.” His eyes bore into mine from inches away. “Lock the door and go upstairs with Amelia. I have a key to the deadbolt, so no one should be knocking. Just stay out of sight.”
He’s making me more nervous than the damn fire!
I smile as calmly as I can. “Just be careful and come back quick. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Margot.” He’s already grabbing both canisters and is through the door with his parting words.
I see him glancing back and watching me shut the door as he heads off running towards the area we saw the fire.
I throw the deadbolt, and wonder if I’ll be able to see him going to the fire from upstairs. It’s pretty dark.
Probably not.
I can hear Amelia still has herself pretty worked up.
Well, first things first. Let me go get her settled down. She will keep my mind occupied because I’m already imagining the worst.
I don’t think I could ever live without him.