“Girls!” she bellowed loud enough that I flinched. “You better not be jumping on the beds!”
“We’re not!” came a shout and another thump. Then there was a scramble that had me cringing, and little feet thudded down the stairs.
“We’ll get out of your hair,” Olivia said and gave me a sassy little eyebrow waggle, and I was surprised when she came over and gave me another hug.
“What was that for?” I asked, even though I gave her a small squeeze in return.
She stepped back and patted my shoulder. “You’ve been watching my babies and taking care of Cam. We’re not married anymore, but I care.” She spun out of my hold, already striding toward the front hall. “Girls! Go out to the car! Let’s go!”
I followed behind her just to make sure she didn’t need any help, and I went out to the driveway so I could wave goodbye. “I’ll pick you munchkins up tomorrow at noon,” I called to the girls as Addy opened the back door of the car and they both piled inside. Olivia was almost to the driver’s side door when she whirled around and slapped her palm to her forehead.
“Oh shit. I’ll text you directions. Cam’s mom wants to take them shopping in the morning, and then they’ll beg to play in the pool. You comfy going there?”
I shrugged. “Will she… uh, have a problem with me?” I fought down a wave of nerves.
Olivia snorted. “No, I’ve told her you’re great. She and Cam were having some sort of spat about something recently, but I talked to her about you. I think she realizes you’re his….” She raised her eyebrows at me.
“We haven’t really talked about what we are, as I said, but I am happy.”
She laughed, and we both jumped when the car horn honked. Addy grinned and waved at us from where she shouldn’t be, in the front seat.
“Jeez,” Olivia grumped. “Guess I gotta go. Adelaide! You do not get into the driver’s seat without me.”
“I want fries!” Addy said before her mother even reached the car door. She hadn’t bothered to shut the back door, so her sharp voice rang out loud and clear. “And hushdogs! Mark doesn’t like them, but Daddy said you can make them.”
“You mean hushpuppies?” Olivia asked as she opened the door. I went over and closed the back door to keep her from having to juggle everything.
“And crab cakes!”
“Since when do you eat crab cakes? Who makes those?”
“Mark!” Eloise piped up from the back. She wiggled her fingers at me, and I waved back, tapping my fingertips on the glass of her window. My heart nearly burst when she smiled at me. I couldn’t stand the amount of cuteness she beamed my way.
Olivia locked eyes with me and shook her head sternly as if to chastise me for spoiling her children, but she gave me a pleasant wave and hopped into the car, chasing Addy into her booster seat in the back. I stepped away and continued to wave, honor bound to keep going until they were out of sight. Little Eloise crooked one finger at me with a pout that had my heart breaking into a thousand pieces, and I laughed at myself because I’d see her tomorrow. Olivia gave me another smile, and then they were gone, and my nerves rattled around inside me.
Was I really going to do this tonight?
To date, I’d allowed Cam to set the pace for everything… which I sort of loved. He was so take-charge, and I’d never been with anyone even slightly like him. I hated being told what to do but likedhimtelling me what to do. Our dynamic was counterintuitive in every way. But tonight I wanted to be the one to put our fun in motion. I wanted to be the one driving him crazy. On purpose. I bit my lip.
Besides, he’d given me a present. It was only fair he got to see it on me.
Casually I went inside the tall fence that lined the yard and checked the gate at the front and the one that led to the driveway to make sure they were locked. Cam would be able to get in through the garage. He wasn’t back yet, but he’d told me he would potentially be late tonight, so I walked around outside the house picking up anything that might be a death trap in the dark. I moved Eloise’s push-bike to the side of the house. I collected balls and other toys that were scattered around and stacked them in the basket where the girls were supposed to keep them anyway. I even picked up some large stones and took them out to put in a pile close to the pond, which I figured we’d avoid.
After a quick peek in the oven, I went upstairs with my stomach quivering in excitement and took a shower. Cam had hinted he’d like to find me ready for him whenever he wanted me, and while that wasn’t really possible all the time, I could give it to him tonight. When I got out of the shower, I dried off and went to his bedroom. I felt filthy in a fun way as I found the lube, bent over the bed, and reached around to work the slick into my hole. The smell of Cam was in our bedding, and I inhaled a deep whiff while I made sure to coat myself well. After my ass was good and slippery, I went to the drawer Cam had given me to store my clothes in and took out a plug. I’d bought it earlier in the week for whenever I worked up my courage to do something like this. It was a clean silver beast of a plug, and it would keep me spread wide enough that whenever he wanted me he could yank it out and shove his cock in without trouble.
The metal was cold as I bent over the bed and slid it between my asscheeks. I shivered as I worked the cool plug into my hole and whined to myself. Excitement swirled low in my gut and settled into my straining groin. I was hard, and all at once it occurred to me I hadn’t jerked off alone since Cam and I had started having sex. Cam had never specifically forbidden me from masturbation, but I didn’t want to anyway right now. I wanted to save everything for him.
With shaking hands, I used the key Cam had given me and went into his den. At first, I hadn’t realized what the spare key went to because he’d passed it to me along with the house key—had thought maybe it opened the back door—but I’d almost died when he’d explained that he always kept the den locked. At the time I’d wondered why I would need to be in there alone, but now I was happy about it. I found the package he’d set on the curved couch the previous night. The girls had given us hell about going to bed, since it was a Friday, and we’d let them stay up late. Cam’s parental generosity had killed our kinky plans.
But tonight I wanted to give him the gift of seeing me in his present. He’d been so excited to give the fluffy ears and tail to me, even if he’d tried to play it off like he hadn’t expected me to wear them. I took the bag into the bedroom and grabbed a pair of clean briefs out of my drawer. The underwear was gray and cut to fit my ass just right. I felt a little giddy as I attached the fluffball tail to the back, then slipped them on. Next, I went to the mirror and put the bunny ears on. The headband pushed down my red curls and was tight enough I didn’t have to worry about them falling off easily, and the ears were very realistic. My face was flushed and my eyes were bright and happy as I stared at myself.
My heart beat even faster. I was having such a good time with Cam. I liked him so much.
After one last check that the ears weren’t going anywhere—I jumped up and down and tossed my head just to make sure—I went into Cam’s den and opened drawers on the built-in storage until I found his claws. I reverently picked them up, then carried them with me downstairs. Nerves had me taking deep breaths. I set the claws on the coffee table in the family room, then stretched out on the couch on my belly. My feet jittered and I couldn’t stop them. I rested my chin on my crossed arms and waited. Pleasure streaked through my gut as I nudged my chubby against the cushions and moaned.
Waiting for Cam had me on fire. I rutted my cock against the furniture and the plug in my ass shifted, forcing a gasp from me. I stopped as the door from the garage opened. “I’m home! Where’s my little rabbit?”
“In here!” I called and dug my toes into the couch cushion. I tried to get into what might be considered a sexy pose, but before I could arrange myself in a clever way, Cam was already in the room, standing next to the couch. His lips parted and his eyes widened. I’d half expected him to laugh at me, but as I turned and rested my cheek on my palm, staring up at him, I got the exquisite treat of watching him harden as, in record time, his cock pushed out the front of his pants. His hands quivered at his sides like he was restraining himself from lunging, and I’d never felt more powerful—or scared.
