“How are you feeling about her?”
“Good,” I state. “I hope, at the very least, this sets your mind at ease.”
“It does actually. At least to some degree.”
I roll over, pushing him onto his back and climbing on top of him. His dark eyes stare up at me, a smile touching his lips. His hands rub my belly before sliding up and pulling my nightshirt over my head. He cups and lifts my heavy breasts, squeezing my nipples as I pull his boxer briefs down and take his large cock in my hand.
“Are you sure?”
“Didn’t I tell you once not to be gentle with me?”
“That was different.”
“It doesn’t have to be.” And then I sink down on him.
We groan in unison and there is no better feeling than this. No better feeling than having him inside me. I move forward and back, up and down, taking him in as deep as I can. All the while he pumps into me, hands on my hips, eyes on mine.
“I love you,” he tells me, but it’s there. The uncertainty in his voice, and it takes me by surprise.
“Do you?” I question.
“I’ll always love you, Bellamy.”
Only that doesn’t feel like the answer I want. That feels like the answer before someone says goodbye.
The morning sunstreams through the windows and across the kitchen floor. I watch as Charlotte expertly flips pancakes on the stove, her laughter mingling with the children’s excited chatter. I told her about our Friday night ritual, and she told me that she loves making Sunday breakfast.
It’s nice, I’ll admit. Having girl time with her. Even with the children around.
Phaedra, Sabrina, and Zayer are covered in varying degrees of mess as they try to help flip pancakes and make batter while Arthur scampers around their feet.
“Who wants blueberry pancakes?” Charlotte asks, a playful smile lighting up her face. “Or do we have any chocolate chip enthusiasts?”
“Blueberry!” Phaedra and Sabrina chime in unison, while Zayer grins like a devil, holding up a small bag of chocolate chips he smuggled from the pantry.
“Excellent choices,” Charlotte praises, winking at Zayer as she sprinkles chocolate chips onto his pancake. As their plates are filled with fluffy, golden stacks and they run off toward the breakfast room, I marvel at how seamlessly Charlotte has slipped into our lives in only a matter of days.
“Thank you for doing all this,” I tell her sincerely. “The children love it, and it means a lot to have someone here who understands.”
“Of course,” she replies warmly. “We’re a team now, right?”
“Absolutely,” I agree, my heart swelling with gratitude. Our new friendship brings a sense of relief and companionship I hadn’t realized I’d been yearning for. I never had friendsgrowing up. We moved around too often for that. Charlotte’s a bit older than I am, but it’s close enough, and just to have that feels like stepping into a new dimension for me.
One I hadn’t realized how badly I needed until now.
“Smells good in here.” Sebastian appears in the doorway, fresh from his morning run. He looks over the scene before him, a loving smile curling his lips. He crosses the room and wraps his arms around me, pressing a tender kiss to the top of my head. He’s sweaty, but I don’t care right now. I’ll take any contact and affection I can get from him.
“Charlotte made pancakes. You just missed the children running with them to the breakfast room. I have no doubt they’re scarfing them down now.” I lean into his embrace, my eyes meeting Charlotte’s across the room. She beams back at us, her expression brimming with pride at that.
“I’m sure they are, but you’re late to meet Althea,” he tells me, and I glance down, checking my watch.
“Oh hell, I am. See you later, Charlotte.” I throw a wave over my shoulder.
“Bye. Enjoy.”
Sebastian walks me out, but before I can say anything, he’s got me pinned up against the wall. Our lips meet in a passionate, lingering kiss, his tongue diving into my mouth and taking no prisoners. When he pulls back, we’re both breathless.
“I’m supposed to go do yoga with your aunt.”
