She does, and her expression smooths out, her shoulders relaxing.
James grips the back of her hair, pushing her down onto me, and he fully buries himself in her. She bites my finger.
Then we’re working together, both balls deep, fucking her frantically, stroking us all to sheer oblivion. Caroline is screaming with pleasure, her hair tumbling forward, her pussy a tight hot fist on my cock.
She’s so tight and wet and I’m so close to the edge, but I hang on, wanting to watch her shatter.
When she does, it’s wild and frantic, her hips bucking and her cries loud and triumphant.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
She’s sobbing now, shuddering her way through a lengthy orgasm, and James swears. A second later, he pulls out and grips the base of his cock. I have a nice view of his cum spilling across the curve of her smooth ass.
I practically growl, squeezing her hips as I pound up hard into her, and come with such force I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until I let it out in a hot expulsion.
Caroline is draped over me, hot and panting, making little whimpering sounds.
James falls beside us with a sigh and runs his fingers down her spine. He kisses the side of her head. “You okay, Caro?”
She nods, not moving. Her weight is deliciously heavy on me, and I turn my head to kiss James softly.
“I forgot to thank you for dinner,” she mutters.
James laughs. “I think this was thank you enough, right, Cas?”
“Fuck yes it was.” I give her ass a light smack. “I’m not sure I’ve ever been thanked so thoroughly.”
CHAPTER18
Grayson
“Remember,she likes mashed bananas, but not banana baby food,” Caroline says.
“Of course, I am –”
“She doesn’t like barrettes in her hair. She prefers hats. But she’ll tolerate that one bow with the clip on the back.”
I pause, waiting to see if she’s finished. She’s only been here for a week, but she’s acting as if she knows everything there is to know about my daughter.
And I think she does. There’s been a huge change in both Caroline and Evelyn in the week that Caroline has been here. Evelyn smiles whenever she sees Caroline now and goes to her easily. I’ve seen how Caroline looks at Evelyn, too. She cares about my daughter—fuck, she even has me referring to Evelyn as ‘my daughter’ mentally. I don’t know that yet. But it feels natural to think it. Dammit.
That’s almost as big a red flag as finding Caroline acting protective of Evelyn with the nannies starting tomorrow a fucking turn-on.
“Oh, and I threw away that dark green romper that you had in her closet. She hates it. It’s way too scratchy. And I was afraid they would just put it on her and not notice.”
We are standing in the kitchen and Caroline is going over last-minute things with me before she leaves for the evening. It’s her last day with us. She’s already made two pages of notes and all of this is apparently the things she forgot to write down.
“Caroline,” I say, waiting for her to straighten from where she’s bent over, adding these things to yet another piece of paper.
She turns to face me.
“It will be okay.”
The fact that I am comforting someone else about the situation surrounding Evelyn hits me as ridiculous. I am the last one to feel assured that everything is going to be okay. But I feel the need to send Caroline off with a smile.
Caroline blows out a breath. “You can call me anytime.”
I want to call her. Actually, I don’t want to let her go in the first place. And yes, in part, that is for Evelyn. The baby is going to miss her. I’m going to miss hearing Caroline’s voice, her laughter, her singing out in the living room while I work. I’m going to miss seeing her every day. And I do worry about bringing yet more new people into Evelyn‘s life.
