I take the stairs two at time and stop myself from throwing open the door, needing a second to collect myself. I’m so fucking spun my cock throbs lightning, my mind already hooked on what it'll feel like inside Cupcake.

My vision is practically pink. I see her hair fisted in my hand, hear her soft little moans, dream how I think she'll cry out once I'm in to the hilt. A fuck like this comes around once a lifetime. It's not just my woes – it's this woman.

Christ. After bedding Tabby, I may never come down, wherever my life goes from here.

My control strains its limits. I take a deep breath, focus on breathing, and then open the door. I have to push her out of my head for the twins.

“We put on our pajamas like you said, Daddy,” Adam says, pride ringing in his little voice.

“Can we play on the tablet now?” Chase asks.

“Put on your boots,” I growl. “New plan.”

I do a double take. Guilt stabs me at how harsh I sound as they look up, quiet and confused.

I pull up a tight smile, crouch down, and ruffle the hair on their heads. “Tabby invited us over to her cabin tonight. It'll be a sleepover.”

“Sleepover? Wow, yeah, wow!” they shout.

Sweet relief. That was close. No sex will ever come between me and making these kids grin.

Not even if it's guaranteed to leave me spent, happy, and triumphant over Tabby's tight bod. Fuck.

“Bring the tablet, boys.” It’ll give them something to do while I’m otherwise occupied.

“Tabby has movies at her cabin, Daddy. Lotsa them,” Chase says.

“She does?” My grin gets bigger. Even better. The boys love to play their hero flicks loud and it'll be the perfect cover.

“She let us watch some. Big boomer speakers too!” Adam beams.

“And snacks! Popcorn!” Chase is like me, a sucker for late night junk food sometimes. I rub his head again.

“Good deal,” I say. “We've got business, her and I. While we're doing boring grown-up stuff, you can watch some more.”

They're sold. They chatter away to each other about which movies they'll watch as I hurry them along, putting on their boots and coats. As we leave the room, I put a finger to my lips to keep them quiet. The last thing I want is for Morris to hear us sneaking out the back door.

I probably should be taking in the consequences of that, but can’t right now. The old man runs a tight ship, but he's a bastard with Tabby. Working her day and night.

He’s jealous. That’s what he is. Wants her all to himself, shackled to this place. Doesn't let her be an adult, a free agent, a woman.

Too damn bad. Tonight, Rex is taking over, and I swear up and down I'll show her the magic of her own majestic flesh. Every sweet fucking inch of it.

I know I’m not thinking completely clearly, mainly because I’m thinking with my cock and not my head, but Cupcake deserves attention, and I want to be the one to give it to her in droves.

Long and hard and deep, all the way till dawn.

All this time we’ve been running, I've never felt the thrill that shoots through me as we slip out the back door. The boys giggle as we hurry along the pathway towards the little wood cabin. The lights glow jack-o-lantern orange inside, casting a warm, welcoming heat through the windows.

For just a second, I stop and stare. Jesus. I can’t remember when something felt so right.

The door opens as soon as we step onto the porch and the shine in her eyes makes something remarkable happen inside my chest. My heart pounds like a hammer, more than it should with this animal lust coursing through my system. Can’t say why – don't fucking dare – but I feel it, and it makes me smile.

“Hello, hello,” she says softly.

“Hi, Tabby!” the boys shout. “Can we watch movies?”

She laughs. “I had a feeling that’s what you’d want. I'll find you the remote.”

The boys are already kicking off their boots. I tell them to put them by the door and hang up their coats on the back of a chair she has by the door.

“We know, Dad,” Chase says.

“We’ve been here before,” Adam points out.

I haven’t, but am damn excited to be here now. I toss my coat over the back of the same chair, stepping out of my boots.

“Any preferences?” she asks.

My mind goes several directions, all focused on her. Preferably naked. In bed. With me. Maybe something silky and pink to start, which I'll rip off with my teeth.

Her grin is gold, and her hips sway with a sexy hitch as she steps closer.

She touches a button on my shirt with one finger. “I’m referring to the movie. More cartoons? Or maybe one you might like better?”

“I don’t give a shit about movies,” I whisper in her ear, nipping at her ear lobe. “The boys can have their pick, as long as it's not too violent or crude for their age.”

She slips a hand in my back pocket. “It’s a small cabin, Rex. We should wait until they're asleep.”

Easy for her to say. My dick is about to explode through my pants. But damn it if she isn't making sense.

“I know,” I growl reluctantly. “They need something boring. Or something so intense it tires them the hell out.”

Her giggle makes my cock jolt as she turns and walks away.

The cabin is tiny, but quaint and homey, and I feel more at ease than I have in weeks, maybe months and years. I don’t pay much attention as the boys pick out a movie and she sets it up on their system. Another superhero thing with plenty of comic villains and big explosions.

Both boys flop onto the floor, on their stomachs with their hands under their chins. She gives them a big blanket with black and brown bears on it. Big and warm and certain to make them tired before long. Smart move.

“Care for some coffee?” she asks.

I glance towards the little alcove that's the kitchen. Shame the tiny space doesn’t lend the privacy we’d need for the scorching hot kind of coffee I really want. “No, thanks. I'm good.”

“Sit down?” She gestures to the couch.

No privacy there either. I haven't been so stirred up, so damn ready to throw her against the nearest horizontal surface since I got a girl naked on prom night the first time. This is nuts. Absolutely loco.

How the fuck can she make me feel almost twenty years younger? One thing's for sure: with her, I'll have the same gusto, same vigor, same need to fuck until my bones give out that I had at eighteen.

I grab Cupcake's hand and tug her towards the kitchen area, searching through the fridge for water bottles. She puts a small bag of popcorn for them in the microwave and we wait, impatient as all hell.

I can't resist once my hand finds hers. I grab her hair, bring her in for a kiss, long and hot and melting. My tongue previews every way I'll be between her legs soon. Growling, I lead her to the farthest corner of the tiny kitchen.

She leans up against the counter and toys with the buttons on my shirt with both hands. “Careful. They’ll hear us.”

“Not if we’re quiet,” I say as my lips catch hers again.

Fuck she tastes good, and the way she grinds her pussy against my cock is enough to drive me crazy. There's no space between us, but it’s still not close enough.

I want more. Need more. So does she.

The passion in her kisses intoxicates me, crawls down my spine and puts lava in my balls. My hands roam her back, her sides, her ass. I cup her lush cheeks and slam her harder against me.

My cock is screaming. Howling to be cut loose from the restraint of my jeans and dive inside her hot, wet pussy. Maybe it's good we'll have to wait for later, until we're out of this kitchen. Otherwise, I would throw her against the counter. Shit would break.

She leans her head back. Her eyes are hooded, halfway closed, but the pleasure shining on her face is the hottest thing I've ever seen. I trail more kisses down her neck and then dive lower, into the V left open by her pink top's neckline. Cupcake arches her back, thrusting her tits forward, nipples hard as sin through her shirt.

Another hour. Maybe less. That's as long as I'll last before I push my dick into this woman or die first.

Trading my hold on her ass for those palm-sized tits, I wish I could see them, taste them. Suck the pebbled ends my thumbs keep stroking through her shirt.

“Dad, did you see that?!”

We both go still at the sound of Adam’s voice.

“Dad?” Chase asks.

She sucks in a breath before saying, “Who wants hot chocolate?”

“We do, we do!”

I’m amazed at her ability to speak. She serves the boys their bowl of popcorn and then comes back to me, a knowing look in her eye. My teeth clench, insanity pinching them shut, no thanks to the dynamite blazing in my jeans.

“Two hot chocolates, coming right up.” She plants a tiny kiss on my lips. “Go sit down.” I watch her scoop the cocoa powder into two cups, adding plenty of milk, pulling out a bag of mini-marshmallows to go on top.

“Can't, Cupcake,” I admit. “Too damn wound up.”

“Me, neither,” she whispers. “But we don’t have a choice. Soon, Rex. Soon.”

Fuck me, the way she says it...

She's just amazing. Body, mind, and soul. Putting my kids before her needs. I’m used to doing that, but right now, I wouldn't mind them nodding off and then hauling her to the bedroom.

“Go,” she says.

Reluctantly, I walk to the couch, stiff legged, and sit down.

In no time she carries in a tray with four cups of steaming hot chocolate. Melting marshmallows float on the top. There's less milk in our cups than the two for the twins.

Here, too, I’m amazed how she doesn’t warn the boys to be careful or not spill. Instead she just smiles at them like they're as precious to her as they are to me. I’m reminded then of what I thought about before, sending a note to my lawyer that says the kids go to her if something happens.

Sure, my family will get involved sooner or later, but there's no one better to keep them safe until then if the unthinkable comes down. Shit. I wonder if it's legal to include a way for her to have access to my checking accounts so she’ll have money to take care of them? Assuming the fucking Feds don't decide to come down like a ton of bricks and seize all my money thanks to Nelia and her criminal fuckboy.

“You like it? The hot chocolate?” she whispers.

I've barely touched it. Pausing, I take a big sip, then turn her way, pushing my lips to her ear. “Delicious, Cupcake. But just between you and me, I'm looking at the only hot thing I really want.”

“Stop!”

The teasing in her voice says more and the sexy glimmer in her eyes betrays flattery.

Unbelievable. Hasn't anyone ever told her how sexy she is? How bad they want to spread her out and take her over?

“Patience,” she whispers. “Looks like they're getting tired.”

The boys are noticeably calmer. Their little heads are nodding as they sip their drinks, eyes glued to the TV, half the popcorn uneaten. The movie drones on, a damsel in distress shrieking on the screen as the bad guy laughs.

“Darling, I’m trying.” Like hell I am.

She’s sitting on the couch next to me and folds her legs up under her while sipping her hot chocolate. “Question, Rex? Why didn’t you marry their mother?”

It’s only fair that she’d be curious, and that I tell her the truth.

“Their mother was a whore.”

She frowns.

“Almost literally,” I say. “She was certainly reckless. Drawn to anyone strong with an edge in their eyes. I didn’t know the danger at the time, but should have. We met in a bar, got all hot and bothered, had sex in the parking lot. She didn’t ask for any money, no. I never imagined I’d see her again. Didn't think about her habits, her drugs, the guys she slept around with to get her next fix. Nine months later, I get a letter in the mail about a paternity test. Court ordered. The twins were born early, spent a few weeks in the hospital thanks to her stupid ass. Don't know what the fuck she put in her system while she was carrying them, but damn, it could've been worse. My kids walked away clean, reasonably healthy, and so did I. No diseases. I've been tested plenty. She didn’t have any health insurance, either, so the state paid full medical and wanted to recoup that money. I paid my fair share, and hers, too.”

I keep glancing towards the boys. Hard to believe that was more than five fucking years ago.

Long time, but also like it was only yesterday. No matter how they came into this world, or how I found out about their existence, it never changed how much I love them. Not since the second I laid eyes on them the first time, cradled their tiny little bodies in my big hands.

They came out beautiful from something ugly. They made me believe in miracles.

“Several guys took the DNA test, but I was the lucky one.” I look her way so she knows I’m serious. “No sarcasm, Cupcake. They’re mine. Always were from the instant I found out. I took charge and never looked back.”

“I know, and I can see how much you love them.” Her eyes soften, staring at me like I'm one of the heroes crawling up the skyscraper on the screen. I'm actually a little ashamed. I'm no damn hero, or I wouldn't have put anyone in this predicament.

“I do love them. Didn’t know I had a love that strong and deep inside me. My sons changed everything. Forever.”

“What happened then?”

“My lawyer petitioned the court that if my health insurance was footing the bill, and I was picking up the extra, that I should have full custody. Had a stable job, a business, and against her it was no contest. My wish was granted, but I had to allow her visitation. I agreed, but only if the visits were supervised. Not that it really mattered. She only saw them twice when they were babies. Never tried again for years.”

Memories float back and I reach down for the mug of hot chocolate just to have a distraction till the worst of them fade.

“Nelia, that was her name. She was a drug addict. A royal piece of dog shit. I still count my lucky stars to this day she didn't infect them, screw up their system, or leave me with some crap I'd never get rid of. The doctors assured me that wasn't the case, thank God. Anyway, when the boys were about two, she hooked up with a drug dealer. An asshole with mob connections in an underground crime syndicate. An asshole with ties to a lot of money and power in the city. A dangerous asshole. She started threatening me. Said if I didn’t help him launder some money, she’d take the boys away.”

“Oh my God.” Her little hands cover her mouth and then slip away slowly. “That’s how the blackmail started?”

“Yes. And continued.”

“Until recently?”

I nod. “I came home one night and the boys were gone. I found them, saved them, really, and then we left town. We didn't have a choice. Nelia died of an overdose that night.” Not wanting the memories, the nightmare of that night to come between us, I change the conversation.

“Tell me about your Hawaiian dreams.”

She stares at me for a long time, silent. I hold my breath, really not wanting to subject her to all that had happened that night. There's some crap I'm still not ready to tell.

She looks away, hiding a creeping smile. “Oh, Hawaii. I’ll go there someday. I know I will. I won't even let Gramps stop me.”

“Damn straight, you will, Cupcake. You've got grit.” I shake my head at the irony of her dream location and say, “You can say hi to my old man. He’s out there.”

“In Hawaii?”

“Yeah, Oahu. With wife number three.”

“Where’s your mother?”

“Italy. Venice, in fact, but some seasons it's Rome. They got divorced, because of wife number two, while Dad was stationed there. Spent a long time in the Air Force and retired late. Mom remarried a rich European guy and never left.”

“Has she seen the boys?”

“Absolutely. She comes back almost every year.” There’s no need for me to mention my father's only seen the boys once, disappointed I’d never married their mom.

Christ, if he only knew...but he doesn’t know the truth. He'd curse me out like the hard paragon of perfection he pretended to be while I was growing up. We had a few good times and he's still my dad, but family love doesn't blind me to what a huge asshole he can be.

“Did you ever live there? In Italy?”

“Very briefly. Just for a few months between the army and my business. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Loved the food, though.”

She chuckles.

I can’t believe I’m telling her all this. That’s unusual for me, yet it feels good. Like it’s been bottled up inside me forever, needing to be let go. “I was an army brat. Air Force, technically, and that’s what led me to the service, too. My dad wouldn’t have had it any other way. He was disappointed when I didn’t re-up after my initial tour, but hell, several years in Afghanistan was enough for this life. I've spent my time watching people kill and I don't much like it.”

“What did you do then?”

“Went to the only real home I’d ever known. To my grandparents' house in Illinois. I’d spent a couple of summers with them growing up and always enjoyed it.”

“Are they still there?”

“No, they died a couple years before the twins were born. First my grandfather, and then a couple months later, grandma. Nothing tragic. Just old age. They lived good lives.”

“But you still miss them.”

She’s intuitive. “Plenty. Grandpa taught me a hell of a lot about building, how things work. Got me my first construction job. Wasn't long before I learned to run a crew and sell contracts.”

A thoughtful expression covers her face as she glances around the room. “Grandfather’s are like that, I guess. They teach us a lot.”

I smile, know exactly who she's talking about. Prickly SOB or not, Gramps means well. He loves her.

I reach over to lay a hand on her knee. The desire she evokes is still raging, but has cooled just enough so I’m no longer ready to pounce on her in the open. Won’t take much to reignite the flame, but I also want to know more about her. “What about this place, Cupcake? How long's it been in the family?”

“My great-great grandfather started this lodge, I think. It was a stopping point for traders and hunters over a century ago, and it's been passed down from generation to generation ever since.” Her smile glows, thoughtful and genuine as she nibbles on her bottom lip. “I guess it was quite a madhouse during the roaring twenties. Gramps has stories.”

“Bootlegging?”

She nods.

I grin. “Makes sense this close to Canada. Out in the middle of nowhere.”

With a smile that could brighten even the darkest day, she whispers, “Al Capone rented a cabin here. Lived here an entire winter with one of his many girlfriends, they say. I don't know if it's really true, but Gramps swears it is. Crazy.”

“Shit,” I whisper softly, walking a hand up her thigh. “Wonder what they did to stay warm?”

She stifles a giggle, sliding a bit closer. “Do you really wonder?”

Fate is finally on my side because the cartoon ends right then. “Time for bed.”

“Aw, no fair,” the boys mumble with disappointment, fighting the obvious sleepiness in their voices.

“You can play a game on the tablet till you fall asleep,” I tell them, glad I’d grabbed it while walking out of our room at the lodge.

“We don’t want to go back to our room,” Adam says.

“We're comfy. We like it here,” Chase says. “At Tabby’s.”

“Then you’ll be happy to know you're sleeping here tonight,” she says, pointing to one of the bedrooms. “It's a sleepover,” she reminds them.

“Sleep-over! Sleep-over!” They chant, burning a little of their sugar rush.

I nod. Then hold my breath, wondering if they’ll ask where I’ll sleep.

Thankfully they don’t. They're too busy jumping off the floor to follow Tabby into the room.

I get off the couch and cross the room to pick up the tablet I’d set on the chair by the door. “Anyone need a drink of water first? Or the bathroom?”

Her smile shines as I follow her into the guest bedroom for the boys. “There’s a bathroom in here. With glasses for water. There's even a little step stool so you guys can reach the sink.”

She helps Chase under the covers while I help Adam and then pass over the tablet. It's too perfect.

“Share, boys. Play as many rounds as you want till you're asleep.”

“How many games is that?” he asks.

A random number pops into my head. “Six.” I have no idea. They should fall asleep before then.

I hope.

The look she gives me says she does, too. Then I’m instantly hard all over again.

Cupcake leaves the room first, and I mirror how she told the boys goodnight before following her and pulling the door shut.

Stopping near the coffee table, she sets all the empty cups on the tray, glancing at me over one shoulder. We're alone. Finally.

The glimmer in her eyes and the coy smile on her lips sends a jolt of electricity through me. I follow her into the kitchen and stop directly behind her.

She leans back against me, her ass rubbing my hard-on, slow and teasing. She's too good at this, the little minx.

I slip my hands under her shirt and rub the lace covering her tits. “Anything I can do to help?”

“You can turn off the lights. The switch is right behind you.”

Wondering if her bra is pink, I leave one hand where it’s at and use the other to shut off the light. “Done. Now, I want you,” I say, raking my stubble and my lips up the side of her neck.

She wiggles her ass against me. This time harder. “No way. I couldn't tell.”

“Your loss,” I growl back, kisses coming faster. My cock grinds through my jeans, into her ass, way past ready to be in her.

Laughing she spins around. I settle my hands on her sides, loving how soft her skin feels on mine. She plants both hands on my chest and pushes.

I take a step back, following her urging.

She pushes again. “Keep going.”

The excitement in her eyes fuses to mine. Has my blood churning full force. I can’t, not anymore, can't fucking wait for her pussy wrapped around every inch of me.

“Straight back,” she says. “Just a little more.”

Trusting her guidance, I keep walking backwards, enjoying the sway of her hips beneath my hands as she walks with me step for step.

“Almost there,” she says.

I cross the threshold, assuming the light switch is in the same place as the other bedroom. I reach over and flick it on. The room isn’t large and the back of my knees bump into the bed. She’s in the room, too, and uses one foot to make the door swing shut behind her. It closes with a soft click.

“Finally.” My voice is so low I sound like a bear, and she laughs.

I grasp the edge of her pink shirt. It’s soft and loose, like a long sleeve T-shirt. “First thing's first.”

Her head tilts sideways as she asks, “What’s that?”

“I’ve been dying to know if everything you wear is pink.”

She tosses her head back and holds her arms over her head. I take the invitation and slip the shirt upwards. The bra isn’t pink. It’s beige, the same color as her skin, but there's a pink bow smack dab in the middle of the tits I’m itching to taste, suck, and rule.

“Sorry to disappoint. A girl needs a little variety in her wardrobe.”

I toss aside her shirt. “Cupcake, you've got nothing to be sorry about.”

No fucking way.

“I do have some pink,” she says.

“You'll show me later,” I say, running a finger along the lace covering one tit. My dick jerks in my pants.

“I can put one on right now.”

I’m now teasing both tits in my hands. Her eyelids flutter, pleasure overwhelming her. “I’d rather you take this one off.”

She arches her back so her tits jiggle slightly. “Your hands are in the way. The clasp is in the front.”

I find it, right under the pink bow. “This?” I say slowly.

I know it is, but love teasing her. Love how her eyes are smoldering and her breathing comes shallow and husky. Love how I'll feel her screaming in my hand very, very soon.

“Yes!”

“Do you want me to unclasp it, Cupcake? Talk to me.”

She tries to cover up a little moan and a surge of adrenaline fires through me. It's amazing I can play this game at all. I haven’t been this excited, this into a woman, in years. Maybe fucking never.

“Only if you want to see what’s underneath it,” she says, giving me a look that says, you'd better.

This beautiful woman has no clue.

“Never wanted anything more,” I tell her, unclasping the hook.

The cups of her bra separate and her tits bounce free. It’s almost as if they’re calling my name, and that isn’t something I can resist. I push the straps off her shoulders, sitting on the bed. Then, I pull her forward, draw her between my knees as I latch onto one tit with my mouth.

So soft. So sweet. So fucking mine.

Cupcake makes a sound that's all breath and no voice. It’s so decadent my cock seethes, begging to come right now. But won’t. That would be a damn waste I'd never get over.

I want this to go on and on. All night. Into morning.

It might be torturous, waiting for the finale, but it’ll be so, so, so fucking good.

Just like these tits. Her nipples are hard nubs and I nibble on one and then the other, slowly, fighting the ache building inside me.

Her hands are in my hair, holding my head as I suck and lick, and teasingly bite her tits. We both groan at the pleasure taking over.

After another thorough suck that has my cock oozing, I lift my head and lick her skin all the way up to her neck. She lets out a hoarse little moan, and then another as I unbutton her jeans.

They fit snug, but not too tight. My hands easily slip in and snag her panties. “Fuck, yes,” I say, smiling. “Pink.”

“I’m glad you approve.” She's too modest. They could be ugly sweater green and they'd be the sexiest stuff on any hips ever.

I give the jeans and panties a quick shove down her thighs in one rough fistful. “You'll impress me more once they're gone.”

She takes a step backwards. I lean down to push everything down around her ankles. Her curly trim bush is right before my eyes and I breathe deep. It's the most wonderful scent I’ve ever smelled. I can’t wait to taste her, grasping her hips.

She comes up easy and I hoist her into the air as I flip around. We both land on the bed. She’s laughing. So am I. Damn, but this feels good.

All of it feels good. And right. So very, very right.

I inch her upwards, so her head is on the pillows, then take her hands and tuck them under her head, one at a time.

She looks at me oddly.

“Trust me,” I say, giving her a quick kiss. Then, I part her legs, bending her knees so her pussy is revealed. It’s like the rest of her. Pink and fucking beautiful.

I run a hand up the inside of her thigh.

Her breathing stalls and she swallows before asking, “Aren’t you...going to get undressed?”

“In good time,” I answer, spreading her thighs a bit more. I kiss her tits again, running a finger over the lips of her pussy. She moans again, and fuck I love that sound, and how it tells me she’s entranced in everything I'm doing.

I find her clit, swirl a circle, and then press against it with the tip of my finger.

She shudders sweetly. “Oh, yes!” She whimpers, barely audible.

I press again. More firmly this time, roll it around beneath my finger. It's soft, delicate, and ready for my touch. My tongue. My everything.

“When...” She takes a deep breath. “Rex, when will you get naked?”

I give her tit another long suck before lifting my head to look at her. My hand is still teasing her pussy. “Are we in a hurry, Cupcake?”

I feel her muscles tightening beneath my hand and slip a finger inside her. I find the spot that makes her hips arch, smiling proudly when they do.

Her hips buck up, again, desperate and accepting. “No, Rex, no. But – oh, there!”

“But what?” I whisper, stroking her with my finger. She’s as hot, as wet, as fucking amazing as I’d imagined.

“There’s, well, there’s something I need to tell you.”

I thrust my finger deeper inside her, loving how she comes into it, into the friction I'm giving. “Then tell me, Cupcake,” I say. I wouldn’t consider myself a kinky person, but I’m more than willing to do whatever she wants.

She gasps and then lets the air out slowly. “Rex, I'm sorry. I’m a virgin.”