“Good? I don’t know if I have words to describe that,” I murmured.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. He leaned down on one side of me so he could run a hand over my belly. Tracing the underside of my breast, he continued, “I don’t have words to describe that either.”
I turned on my side and ran a hand over his hip and down until I found his cock. It was clearly ready to continue. “What about you?” I gave him a light squeeze.
“Damn, woman. You’re killing me.” He pushed me off him and rolled to the side, reaching down for his pants, and grabbed his wallet. Coming back onto the bed, he tore open the wrapper and slid the condom on.
“You do that pretty easily, mister.”
“What are you asking, babe?” he asked, moving toward me. “I’m no virgin, sweetheart. But there also hasn’t been anyone for months.”
“Months?” I raised my eyebrow in surprise, my breath catching as he came over me, letting his cock slide back and forth through my wet folds.
“Months, Ivy. Over seven to be precise.”
“Mine has been a bit longer, Jake,” I whispered, as he continued to glide.
“How long, baby?” He leaned down to nip at my ear.
My eyes fluttered. God, he felt incredible. “Um, four and a half years plus around forty weeks?”
Movement stopped and Jake looked down at me. “Wait, since Addie?”
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him down as I tried to move on my own. I needed the friction back. “Yes, since Addie. It’s not exactly easy to date and have a toddler, Jake. Now”—I wiggled against him—“get moving.”
Jake dropped to his elbows on either side of me. His hands tilted my head as he pressed a kiss to my lips, then pulled up. “Your wish is my command.”
With that, he began moving again, entering me in one glorious thrust. I wrapped myself around him and held on, meeting him thrust for thrust as sensations began racing through me. Hmm. Apparently one orgasm was just the beginning.
Jake leaned down, capturing my lips with his before whispering in my ear, “Oh, babe, we’re just getting started.”
I prayed his words were correct.
18
Snack Trays and Cartoons
Jake
I awoke to a mouthful of hair trailing across my face. Brushing it aside, I replayed last night in my mind. I was both grateful that we’d finally given in to temptation while being shocked as shit that it happened. I wondered if we could have a repeat performance before I had to get out of there. I hadn’t planned on staying, but I’d crashed somewhere after round two and thought I’d rest for just a moment.
Turning to reach for my phone and check the time, I was met a pair of blue-green eyes watching me from where they peaked over the edge of the bed. Shit. Addie. I held back a groan, not wanting to wake Ivy to deal with the fallout that would be Addie finding us. I said a momentary prayer of thanks that I’d pulled on my boxer briefs, and Ivy a T-shirt, after round two.
“Psssttttt,” she whispered. “Jakey.”
I tried not to laugh at her super-serious expression. “Yeah, Ads?” I whispered back.
She pushed herself up on the bed closer to my ear. “Mustn’t wake Momma. Can you make me pancakes?”
I glanced over at Ivy. I guessed we’d deal with this later. Addie didn’t seem to fazed to find me in her momma’s bed, though from what Ivy said last night, this would be a first. I still couldn’t believe she’d been celibate since having Addie. Made me all the more grateful that she gave me a shot, though it also made me a bit nervous about where we’d be going from here. I was shocked as shit to realize that a relationship didn’t make me want to head for the hills. More than that, I realized how nice it was to wake up here with Ivy and Addie.
Knowing I’d need to work through that thought process later, possibly with some Irish whiskey and Drew, I put my finger to my lips and nodded at Addie. Her little hands shot up in what I now knew was her patented cheer complete with jazz hands as she raced from the room on silent feet. Shaking my head as I watched her, I slid out of the bed and pulled on my dress pants and dress shirt. I didn’t know if Addie would have any comments about what I was wearing, but likely not. She typically marched to her own drummer in terms of wardrobe anyway. I glanced at Ivy to see that she hadn’t moved a muscle. Phone in hand, I followed Ms. Addie down the stairs to the kitchen.
As I hit the door to the kitchen, I tapped my phone to check on the time. I noted the early hour, a little before seven, while also seeing a text thread from my siblings. Super. I should probably deal with that chaos before breakfast. A glance at Addie found her doing her twirls in the kitchen. She wore a pajama shirt and leggings, but a blue sparkly tutu completed this morning’s ensemble. Glad to know that she dressed for breakfast.
“Ads, I need to message my brother, Drew. Can I give you some chocolate milk to start?”
“Yeah, Jakey. Can I have strawberries too? And some dance music?” She continued twirling, focused on her skirt.
