“You can lean on people. Not everyone is gonna walk away.”
Despite her turned head, I feel her soften into my touch. Her silk skin feels perfect in my palms, and her scent is already clouding over me. The faint smell of rotting wood has been lingering in my nostrils ever since I stepped foot in here.
Until now.
Now, I smell Carmen. Her honeyed scent is thick like smoke around me, but it doesn’t hold the density of smoke. I feel weightless, like I could slip into another world and live in it forever.
I comb a hand over her scalp and lead it down through her locks of hair. My cock is always the hardest when she’s like this, in her natural state, not disguising herself in thick perfume and makeup like the night of the auction. When I can play dot-to-dot with the freckles on her cheeks, I know my erection isn’t going anywhere.
Her cherry lips part as I trail the hand up her back, massaging tight knots that she has accumulated. It’s hard being a single parent. The tightness in her traps and shoulders are evidence of how hard she works to keep Otis afloat. She has always come second.
She lets me swivel her back around. Lets me hoist her up on the countertop. I journey my hands over her body, her heavy eyes rolling back into their sockets.
Her lips are wet with the mist produced from the long inhales and exhales of her breaths. I work my hands up to her neck and capture her chin, pulling her toward me to plant a tender kiss to her lips.
She whimpers at the contact, her hands grappling my jacket, desperate for more.
Her kisses grow hungrier, but I control her mouth and keep the pace slow. This isn’t like the first time when we were both intoxicated, in a rush to chase a high that was never going to last.
This time needs to mean something. Since I can’t get through to her with my words, I need to show her with my body just how serious I am about protecting her.
And when the boys and I succeed in protecting the two of them, I’ll ask her again if she’ll reconsider me being in my son’s life.
Carmen sighs into my touch and rolls back her head, allowing me to continue my kisses over her jaw. I make it to the base of her neck and pause.
Because we both know what comes next.
“Bed. Now,” I demand.
Her eyes flick open, thick with desire.
“Let me put Otis back in his cot.” She dashes back through the double doors and mumbles something incoherent to her sleepy son through the wall.
It’s torture for her to leave me hanging like this, my cock so painfully hard.
“Will the other two be mad?” she pouts when she finally returns, softly closing the doors behind her. “That we’re doing this without them?”
“They can suck it up.”
Unable to control myself much longer, I yank her hand and scoop her up.
The stairs creak as I ascend each one, probably older than the toaster. The bedframe is the same when I lay Carmen down on it. Vintage wood groans so loud I’m afraid it’s gonna wake Otis, but Carmen doesn’t look like she’s worrying about that.
She’s more concerned with her clothes. How many she’s wearing.
I rip the T-shirt from her body, her pants off in an instant. The matching bra and panty set wasn’t planned with us in mind, because she wasn’t planning on running into us today.
My cock strains even more at that thought.
I tear the cream lace from her and strip her naked. I’m busy watching the way her breasts bounce when suddenly she’s no longer on the bed, but knelt down into the closet with her ass sticking out.
I cross the room and grab each cheek like I’m kneading dough.
“Looking to get on all fours for me, sweetheart?” I pull on her hair, forcing her ass closer to my crotch.
That’s when she produces a camcorder.
Her fingers fly over the buttons, starting it up. “We don’t want the others to miss out. Here.” She shoves the contraption into my hand. “Film yourself fucking me. I’m sure Vex and Skipper would love to see it. I know how much you all love a personal porno. I see you all staring as you take turns.”
