Greydon

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The next morning, Marin tiptoed into Aaron’s hospital room. But after she heard him jabbering, all the quietness about her disappeared.

“He sounds so much better.” A gigantic sigh rushed out of her.

“He is. Woke up like usual, demanding his diaper be changed.” I watched her as she lifted him out of the crib. He pawed her face and she kissed his hand.

“Hey, buddy. Are you happy today?”

He smacked her in the face. “Ow. You better watch it.” Her fingers dug into his ribs until he laughed, but it turned into a coughing fit.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry, baby boy. That sounds so nasty.”

“Yes, that’s what pneumonia does. They put him on a nebulizer to help break all that up.”

She pointed to a bag and said, “I brought you a change of clothes so you could shower.”

“Ah. Did you get stuck in my underwear drawer again?”

Her cheeks flamed scarlet and her attempts at hiding it failed.

“It won’t work. But don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.”

“Used to what?”

“My sexual innuendos.”

Watching her responses made me think of an innocent naive woman, but I knew she was anything but that.

“I’m going to buy ear muffs for your son.”

“Why?”

“So, he doesn’t get tainted by your dirty mind.”

I wrapped my hands around her waist from behind and drew her against me. Being much shorter than me, I was able to rest my chin on the top of her head. “You’re the one I’m interested in tainting, not him.” Then I kissed her neck, right behind her velvety soft earlobe. “I can’t wait to crawl into bed with you tonight.”

“Grey, someone might walk in here.”

“What if they do? Is there a law against me embracing you?”

“I’m your nanny!”

I laughed so hard and it felt better than ever. I’d laughed more with her than anyone in my life, including Susannah. Now that I thought of it, Susannah and I hardly ever laughed together.

“Marin, I believe you’re my kids’ nanny, not mine. But, if you want to play nanny to me, I’m all in.”

She looked over her shoulder at me and again, flushed with embarrassment. Aaron kicked his legs, so I took him from her.

“He wants to get down and run around,” I said. With the door shut, there was no harm in that, so I set him on the floor and watched him waddle around. He crashed into Marin’s legs and garbled out something. It was good to see things returning to normal.

“Why don’t you shower? I’ll be his watchdog.”

“Thanks. I won’t be gone long,” I said.

Aaron was released later that morning and I returned to work. The pile-up of patients from the last couple of days was hell. I worked like a maniac to see everyone. Luckily, an electrophysiologist from the other hospital had filled in for me on a few cases. By six o’clock, I finished up, but I still had some charting to complete. As I sat at my desk, my phone dinged with a text.

What time will you be home?

It was Marin. Those words brought a smile to my face.

Seven—I hope.

She hit me back with: Tough day?

I’ve had much worse. But it’s about to get better.

Her response had me chuckling. Oh? Care to explain?

I’d rather show you. But I’d make a fool of myself when I moaned.

She sent me an emoji with a shocked face.

See you soon.

I hustled my ass off to finish up and was out the door an hour later. When I walked in the house, Kinsley practically attacked me.

“Daddy!”

I picked her up and swung her high in the air. “Polka dot! I feel like I haven’t seen you in a very long time.”

“Because you haven’t.” She flung her arms around my neck and kissed me on the nose. “Did you miss me?”

“More than chocolate.”

“I missed you more than ice cream.”

“I missed you more than ice cream with chocolate on top.”

“I missed you more than ice cream with chocolate and whipped cream on top.”

We could go on and on like this, but I needed to check on Aaron. “How’s your brother doing?”

“Good. But his legs aren’t kicking as good. I don’t know if he’s gonna be a dancer anymore.”

“Hmm. Let’s see. Where is he?”

“In the swing.”

We went into the living area and Marin was sitting with him.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey to you. How are you?”

“Hungry and tired.”

“Good because I have lasagna in the oven,” she said.

The little guy was heavy-lidded and sleepy. “Looks like someone is ready for bed.”

“Yeah. I was giving you a few more minutes before I put him down.”

“I’ll do it. While I’m up there, I’ll change and be back down for dinner.”

“Thanks.”

“Marin, don’t thank me for putting my own son to bed.” I picked Aaron up out of the swing.

“Daddy, I wanna come with you.”

I held out my hand and said, “Let’s go.”

We got to Aaron’s room where I changed his diaper and then set him in his crib. His eyes were half closed already. Bending over, I pressed my lips to his forehead and covered him with his favorite blanket.

“Can I kiss him goodnight too, Daddy?”

“Sure, polka dot.” I picked Kinsley up so she could kiss him. Then we left the room after I shut the light off.

“Why don’t you read Aaron a bedtime story like you do me?”

“He’s not old enough yet, but when he gets to be two, I’ll start doing it, like we did for you.”

“Did you used to read to me when I was two?”

“I sure did. That’s how I started calling you my polka dot. You had this little book where the girl wore a polka dotted dress that you always wanted me to read for you.”

“Oh. Maybe you can read that for Aaron too.”

“Maybe I can.”

She followed me into my closet where I took off my shirt and tie and changed into something more comfortable. Then we went down to the kitchen where Marin was serving up the lasagna.

“Polka dot, do you want some?” I asked.

“Nope. I ate already with Aaron.”

“When someone offers you something, you should say, ‘No, thank you.’”

“Even if I want some?”

Marin’s shoulders shook as she turned away to hide her laughter.

“In that case, you would say, ‘Yes, please.’”

She pursed her tiny mouth, then said, “No, thank you, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

The three of us sat at the table and ate while Kinsley talked about how Aaron needed to work on his kicks. “Maybe I can help him and show him when I start my Irish dancing.”

“Oh, shoot,” Marin cried out.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I forgot to call the dancing studio to check.”

“Don’t worry. Call in the morning.”

“Yeah, Marnie. You were scared about Aaron. Hey Daddy, how’d he get ammonia?”

Marin kicked me under the table and I bit down on my lip. “No one really knows. It just happens sometimes.”

“Will I get ammonia?”

“I don’t think so, honey. You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Oops, I forgot.” She jumped out of her chair and scooted out of the room.

“Where did she go?” I asked.

“I don’t know, but that ammonia thing was too cute.”

Kinsley charged back into the kitchen carrying a large sheet of paper. She slapped it on the table, saying, “I made this for Aaron today.”

It was a picture of Aaron, Kinsley, Marin, and me all holding hands. Aaron was naked except for a diaper and he had a gigantic pacifier in his mouth. I’m not sure why she’d drawn that because he’d give up his pacifier months ago. The picture was adorable and funny at the same time. I held out my arms to hug her.

“Kinsley, this is fantastic,” I said. “You’re becoming quite the artist.”

“I know.”

“Honey, when someone compliments you, you should thank them.”

She quirked a brow, exactly like her mother used to do. “Even when it’s from you?”

“Sure. It doesn’t matter who it comes from, and that includes Marin.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Marin picked it up and said, “I told her too bad she wasn’t in school right now. She could’ve entered into the art contest.”

“She sure could have.”

We cleaned up the dinner dishes and I put Kinsley to bed. She wanted me to find the polka dot story to read to her.

“Honey, I’m pretty sure that it’s boxed up in the attic with the rest of your baby things. You’re going to have to pick out something else.” She settled on a different book and after a few chapters, she was nodding off. I kissed her, covered her up, and turned off the light.

It was only eight o’clock, but I was exhausted. Marin was in the den when I got back downstairs. “I’m not sure how much longer I can stay awake.”

“You look super tired.”

“I am. Why don’t we go to bed?”

“Good idea.”

After turning everything off, we walked up the stairs, and when she started heading toward her room, I asked, “Marin, where do you think you’re going?”

“To bed?”

“Exactly. But why are you going that way?”

“Because that’s where my bedroom is.”

Cupping her neck, I brought her close to my body. “But you’re not sleeping in your room.” Then I ran my tongue down the side of her neck, stopping at her pulse point. I felt the thrumming of her heart beneath my mouth as I gently nipped and sucked. My thumbs circled the peaks of her nipples, which were pebbled under her bra. She hummed her pleasure. “We can continue this my room, or I can undress you here in the hallway.”

“The kids?” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

“Are asleep, and there’s no need to whisper.”

“But …”

“This way.” I steered her into my room.

“I need to wash my face and brush my teeth.”

“You can do that in here,” I said.

“Not my face regimen.”

“Oh, you have a regimen?” I smirked.

“As a matter of fact, yes.”

“Then go, but your sexy ass is sleeping with me.”

“Yes, sir. Did I tell you that you’re a bossy boss?”

I slapped her ass and said, “You’re wasting time.”

By the time she returned, I was in bed with my teeth brushed and face washed. I lifted the covers and said, “Get in here.” And then it hit me … her scent. Images of what I imagined she did last night spiked my desire, fueling my passion. Inhaling, I said, “I wish I could’ve been here last night with you.”

A flush rose from her neck to the crests of her cheeks. “I do too. You could have shown me those things you mentioned.” She smirked. Before she could offer up any other sassy comments, I took her chin between my thumb and finger and gently teased her mouth with mine. I began at one corner and lazily worked my way to the other. My teeth grazed her upper and lower lips and sucked on the bottom one before I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues met, hesitant at first, but the kiss quickly grew more demanding and frenzied. My mind became buzzed with the headiness of how the atmosphere sparked between us. The heat between us amped up and I couldn’t get enough of her, of her lips, or her mouth. I had never wanted a kiss to go on like this. It was intoxicating and I was drunk with lust.

“I have wanted you so long … Jesus, Marin. The number of showers I’ve taken and masturbated to thoughts of you naked, your legs spread, with that fucking vibrator in your hand, and me watching you use it on yourself. I have been so fucking hard for weeks now with these dirty thoughts of you.”

My hand slipped under her camisole and tugged on her nipple, which was as hard as my cock. These damn clothes were useless and in the way, so I sat up and pulled her along with me.

“I can’t wait to see you … to touch this, your body. To taste every inch of your skin. You have driven me half out of my mind with lust.”

“We have to get rid of this.” I waited for her permission before yanking her cami over her head, “And these.” My fingers hooked around the elastic of her panties and with one quick motion, I pulled them off.

Her hand reached out for my shirt. “What about you?”

I stood up and took off the T-shirt and boxers I was wearing, my motions frantic. “For your information, this was for your benefit. I usually sleep naked.”

“What about the kids?”

“What about them?”

“What if you’re naked and they come in here?”

“Aaron can’t get out of his crib yet, and Kinsley never gets up. If she were to come in, I’d tell her to go back to her room and I’d meet her in there.”

“What if she were sick or had a nightmare?”

“I’d hear her and check the camera. And she’s only had one nightmare that I can recall.”

“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” she asked.

I climbed into bed and situated myself next to her. I brushed her hair off her face. “I didn’t have anything close to an answer for you when you walked into my life.” My fingers weaved into her thick multi-colored locks. “You, with your colored hair, piercings, and tattoos. I didn’t quite know what to make of you.”

“And what do you make of me now?”

“I’m not sure. I laugh a lot more. I won’t say you didn’t piss me off, but I love your passion. It inspires me.”

“Can I tell you something? And promise you won’t get mad?”

I brushed her hair back. “This seems to be a recurring theme with you.”

She laughed. “I thought you were the stuffiest asshole I’d ever met.”

For some reason, I couldn’t stop kissing the corner of her mouth. “Stuffy, huh. I thought you said I was starchy.”

“Yeah. I had all sorts of nicknames for you.”

“Like what?”

She ran her finger across my lips. “Dr. Grouch, Dr. Ghost, Dr. Delirious.”

“Why Dr. Ghost?”

“You were never home and would disappear for hours into your office.”

“And Dr. Delirious?”

“Because you thought you were nice to me when in actuality, you weren’t.”

“I see. How about I show you how nice I can really be?”

“Oh? And how are you going to do that?”

“Like this.” Her tits were perfect and I couldn’t wait to suck on her nipples. I kissed my way down to her breasts, taking my time drawing each of her nipples into my mouth until they were stiff little peaks. She murmured her pleasure, but this was only the beginning. Working my way down her body, I got to the juncture of her smooth, creamy thighs, and spread them wide enough for my head and shoulders to fit.

“Bend your knees.” She complied and I pushed her legs up a bit. My tongue swiped the seam of her pussy repeatedly until she huffed. When she became slick, I spread her lips using my thumbs and tunneled my tongue inside of her.

She raised herself to her elbows and watched. “Ahh,” she moaned.

My tongue trailed to her clit, circling it, and using a finger, I slid it inside her. She was drenched and I spread her wetness around, adding another finger inside. Locating her G-spot, I massaged it, while my tongue worked a rhythm on her nub.

“Don’t stop. Yes, right there.” Her nails scored my shoulders, then my head, as I kept up my ministrations. She tasted divine, and I didn’t want this to end. When had I ever thought that before?

“Oh, Grey, that’s perfect. Yeah, that.” I flicked my tongue harder and faster. “Yes, I’m coming.” Her muscles clenched down on my fingers as the contractions of her orgasm took hold. I didn’t stop my motions until her spasms ceased. She was breathless and covered in a fine sheen of perspiration.

“You taste even better than the scent you left behind.” Wondering how she tasted had been driving me crazy. “Not to mention, you have the prettiest pink pussy.”

A flush swept from her neck to the top of her forehead.

“Did that embarrass you?” It surprised me my dirty talked shocked her so much.

“A little.”

“I’m only being honest. So, for the other part. I haven’t been with anyone but my former wife for the past twelve years. After she died, and I found out about the affair, I got tested, so I’m safe.”

“I’m safe too. After I caught my boyfriend screwing my best friend, I also got tested. I haven’t been with anyone since then.”

“Are you on any kind of contraception? I’m sorry this is such a sterile topic, but I thought it best we have this discussion before we go any further.”

“I’m glad you brought it up because if you hadn’t, I would have. I’m on the pill and have been for years, so we’re good.”

“Thank God because I can’t remember the last time I used a condom.”

She laughed. “Oooh, you poor thing. That would’ve been terrible, huh?”

“Not at all. I would do anything to have you.”

I crawled up her body to kiss her smiling mouth. Next, I raised her leg near the crook of her knee and my stiff cock found her entrance. I worked my way in slowly, to make sure she was comfortable. But, also so I wouldn’t come all over the place. It had been so long, I was afraid I wouldn’t last.

“Is this okay?”

“It’s perfect.”

My hips rocked against her as I watched her face. The expressions that flitted across it told me I was doing this right. Her panting increased and her fingers dug into the muscles of my ass.

“I have to get you to come fast because I’m not going to last. It’s been way too long for me. Sit on my cock, facing away from me.”

She straddled my hips. Her ass was gorgeous. My head swirled with so many thoughts of what I could do to that, but instead, I sat up, pulling her against my chest as I leaned on the headboard. Massaging her clit, I rocked my pelvis into her. She tried to spread her legs wider, but I said, “No. Keep them the way they are. It causes more friction.”

Between my finger and the added pressure, within minutes, she said, “I’m coming.”

My pace increased, and moments later, I joined her, groaning out my own climax. When my cock finally stopped pulsating, I panted, “You were worth waiting for.”

She leaned her head back to look at me and said, “It was more than worth it.” When she tried to move, I clasped my arms around her.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To the bathroom. To clean up.”

“Not yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not done with you. Just because I’m an old man doesn’t make me a deadbeat between the sheets.”