Chapter Twenty
Jason
I woken up the next morning and reached for Lucy before I remembered the aftershocks of last night. I’d carried her into the shower and washed her down, my fingers drawing designs on her body as we kissed the night away. I remembered wanting to ask her to stay before she chimed in with how important it was to keep this on a specific track for Jenna’s sake, and I couldn’t help but agree. It was important for us to maintain a safe adult atmosphere while Jenna was around, so she didn’t get the impression things were moving faster between Lucy and I than they actually were.
But, my heart still dropped a little when I reached out for her and she wasn’t there.
The air of my bedroom still smelled of her, salted caramel with a hint of lavender, and when I finally dragged myself over to the shower, the only thing I could think about was our connection last night. Her body had been so succulent and so tight for me, and the mere thought of what was wrapped around my cock sprung it to life while the hot water battered down on my back. It stung the crescents in my skin she’d bruised with her nails, which told me exactly how much she’d enjoyed last night. The sensation made me smile while I reached for my soap, and as I lathered my body, I couldn't help but remember lathering hers up last night as well.
Every single dip and curve of her body had been waiting for my tongue. Her body had jumped and clenched down in all the right places, almost like it was a script that had been written just for me. I wanted to experience that again. I wanted to experience Lucy choking out my name as I pounded into her hips. I wanted her eyes to widen at how massive my cock was before I shoved it between her lips. I wanted to take every orifice and fill it with me before I drew orgasm after orgasm from her.
I wanted to have her like that all over again, and part of me was worried at how much I wanted it.
Sure, I’d been with plenty women before my wife had come along, but after losing her the way I did, I hadn’t been with anyone like that. I let my reputation do the talking and kept my mouth shut while I focused all my energy on raising Jenna, and that was enough for me. I never itched to have another woman in my bed, nor did my cock ever do the thinking when I did come across a woman I could’ve sank into the depths of my mattress.
But with Lucy, I wanted more. I wanted to drink from the fountain in between her legs and worship her body the way she’d let me last night. I wanted to watch her tremble and writhe in anticipation before collecting the moans of her orgasm with my throat. I wanted to taste every inch of her and take her on every surface of this house, and that worried me.
It worried me that Lucy wasn’t just a small itch I had to scratch.
I had to be careful. It was obvious I wanted to continue to see her, and it was glaringly obvious that Jenna liked her. I had to tread carefully because Lucy wasn’t like all the other women when I had been younger. She wasn’t some temporary woman you used to fulfill a need before you dodged her phone calls until she quit calling. She was vibrant and exciting. We had a great deal in common, and she gave a shit about my daughter. She wasn’t any woman you could take for a few spins and get her out of your system.
She was the woman who wiggled her way into your system and changed your life, if you allowed her.
And honestly? I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Jenna and I had fallen into a rhythm that was good for her growing up, and we had found a small town that I thought might be good to raise her in. The crime rate was low, the seasons were beautiful, and the people were nice. I had a job that supported us with a boss who understood my needs as a single father, and I didn’t want to disrupt all that good with something that could potentially knock us off that track.
But, she was just so intoxicating.
Shit.
I climbed out of the shower and toweled off before I got dressed and woke up Jenna. I wanted to take her to do something special today, just so she knew who would always be the number one girl in my life. Her beautiful curly hair was piled in her face. I dipped down and kissed her cheek, and she threw her arms around my neck as I carried her tired body to the couch.
“French toast?” she asked.
“French toast, it is, princess.”
I laid her down onto the couch to wake up and set to work making breakfast. I made us French toast with scrambled eggs and chopped fruit, and I even let her put whipped cream on top of her syrupy toast before we dug in. I watched her face light up with every bite of breakfast she took, but when she grabbed her princess sippy cup, I realized she would always be my little girl. No matter how old she got and no matter where she went in life, this moment right here would always be my favorite: the smile that peeled across her cheeks while she sipped sleepily on her princess sippy cup.
“Are you having fun in our new town?” I asked her.
“Yep. School is really fun. And everyone’s nice,” she said.
“What do you think about our neighbors?” I asked.
“I like Miss Lucy. Can she come over more?”
“If you want her to, sure,” I said. “What do you think about Megan?”
“She was fun, but I kind of wished Miss Lucy would have played. Megan had fun games, but Miss Lucy likes to color.”
“Miss Megan,” I said. “And she didn’t wanna color with you?”
“It was okay. We tried to paint, but I put some on her arm, and she itched it bad.”
“Well, I’ll get us some other paints so Miss Megan doesn’t itch when she comes over,” I said.
“Do you like it?” she asked.
“Like what?”
“Here. Like I do.”
“I do,” I said, nodding. “The people are nice, and I like my job.”
“Do you like Miss Lucy?”
I choked on a piece of egg at my daughter’s question. I grabbed for my coffee and took a long sip while my daughter continued to stare at me, and I finally got it down before I took a deep breath.
“I do, princess. I like Miss Lucy,” I said.
“So, does that mean she will come over more?”
“Do you want her to?” I asked.
“Yeah. That’s what you do when you like someone, right? They come over and play?”
“Exactly. They come over and play. Would you like Miss Lucy to come over and play more often?” I asked.
“Yeah, but when you’re gone.”
“Why when I’m gone?”
“Because you hog her. I want some Miss Lucy time, too.”
I chuckled at her response while I watched her shovel food into her mouth. It gave me a great deal of comfort that Jenna didn’t seem to be too disrupted emotionally from all the women that were now coming into my life. Maybe Jenna was right. Maybe I should bring Lucy around more often. Usually, I got a babysitter, and we would head out to do something. But, if Jenna enjoyed Lucy so much, maybe I could bring her around here more. I thought about all of us sitting down for dinner and enjoying a movie together, or possibly the three of us going out and enjoying a day at the lake or something.
I found myself smiling at the thought of us all taking a trip together when my daughter’s voice pierced my thoughts.
“What’s so funny, Daddy?” she asked.
“What, princess?”
“You have a big smile. What’s funny?”
“Oh, no. Nothing’s funny. Just thinking.”
“About what?” she asked.
“About what we’re gonna do today.”
“Oh, oh, oh! Can we pick apples?” Jenna asked.
“If you want. We could come back and slice them up and have them with some peanut butter. How’s that sound?”
“Yes! I gotta go get dressed.”
I watched my daughter scamper from the breakfast table with her food half-eaten, and I listened to her small footsteps run down the hallway. Fall had officially descended on this small town, and the chill wind picked up outside. I could hear the branches knocking against the house while Jenna made as much noise while throwing open all her drawers in her room, and a thought crossed my mind that startled even myself before I shook it from my head.
Was Lucy feeling the way I was?