Seeing Sarah squirm while trying to explain why she’s in my bed is so cute. Cailin’s innocence on the matter plays in my favor—at least for a few more years. I have to save her though.
I sigh and sit up. “She’s right. We took Uncle Max to a treatment center, and I just got home a few minutes ago. How’d you sleep?” I rub my eyes while I yawn.
Cailin jumps up on the bed, sitting cross-legged at the end. “I slept great!” she says with the cutest sleepy smile. “What are we doing today?”
Sarah turns to me, placing her hand on my shoulder. “Go ahead and get some sleep. I’ll take Cailin downstairs and get some breakfast. I have no plans, so don’t worry about us.”
“Yay! Breakfast with Miss Russo!” Cailin jumps off the bed and runs toward the door.
I lean over and kiss her on the cheek. “Thank you.”
I lie back down but only after sneaking a peek of her getting out of my bed in nothing but my shirt and heading toward my bathroom. Those legs leave nothing to the imagination, and it takes all I have not to grab her and bring her back to bed with me.
When she exits, she turns and catches me checking her out. Her flush face makes my dick even harder as she pulls on her jeans.
To my surprise, instead of walking out of the room, she comes over to me and softly kisses me. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her onto the bed over me.
Our lips intertwine as I tuck my fingers through her belt loops and pull her down against me more. I want this chick so fucking bad.
She pulls back before I lose control and slips off my bed. “Get some rest,” she whispers.
I adjust myself in my pants. “Yeah, that’s not happening now.”
She giggles as she steps out of my room, leaving me with nothing more than my hand and a memory.
* * *
Sarah
Once I’m in the hallway, I fall against the wall, needing a second to catch my breath. I hear Cailin in the kitchen and make my way to her, hoping my face isn’t flush and she can’t just tell what I was doing with her dad.
“I want cereal,” Cailin says when I turn the corner. “Do you want some too, Miss Russo?”
Hearing her say Miss Russo after I exited her dad’s bedroom in the morning makes me feel very wrong. I lean down to her level. “You know, if you want, you can call me Sarah when we’re outside of school.”
Her eyes widen with excitement. “Really?” she asks.
My shoulders bounce with how sweet this little girl is. “Yes, really. Just make sure you stick to Miss Russo in the classroom. You don’t want the other kids to start calling me that. Just you, okay?”
“Deal.”
She holds her hand out to shake on it. I do before I stand and start searching the cabinets for bowls.
We sit at the breakfast bar, both eating our cereal and mapping out our day.
“Your dad had a long night, so why don’t we go to a movie or something?”
Cailin jumps up. “Can we?”
I love how simple things like going to a movie makes kids so happy. “Sure, we can. But it’s still early, so how about we finish up our breakfast and watch some cartoons first?”
* * *
As we enter the house after I took Cailin to lunch and a movie, I call out for Adam but don’t hear anything back in return. We’ve been texting, so I know he’s awake.
I move to the back of the house and see Adam sitting at a piano. It wasn’t here when we left, so I wonder where it came from, but when I hear Adam start a song, I pause, not wanting to interrupt as I slowly make our way toward him.
I’ve always thought he has an amazing voice, and as I listen to him sing with no other instruments or loud stage performance, I’m blown away.
