Chapter Two
Kaiden
“What?” Shock splays across Abby’s face as our eldest daughter takes off after her brother. I’m not sure he’ll even let her tend to his injuries. I’ve never seen him so angry and closed off, and that’s saying a lot because he’s been lashing out for months. We’re at our wits’ end with him. “He’s doing drugs? Oh my god.”
Devastation is written all over my wife’s beautiful face, and I hate this for her. I know she wanted to smother him in her love, and the abject pain on her face when Oli stormed past her only adds to my heartache. He loves his mom. Oli has always adored Abby, and he was the typical mommy’s boy when he was little. He can hate me all he likes, but he doesn’t get to disrespect his mother. I think some tough love is in order now.
“He said he isn’t. That it’s not his, but he wouldn’t tell the cops who owned it. Brian thinks it’s because whoever it is must be over eighteen and they’ll face more serious repercussions.” That’s as much as I got out of my son before he sealed his lips and refused to talk about it.
“Will they send him to juvie?” Abby pales and sways on her feet.
I react on autopilot, lifting her into my arms. “Brian said that won’t happen. It was a small amount and a first offense. He thinks he’ll get a fine and maybe some community service. The court could insist he attends counseling, which might not be a bad thing.”
“We’re failing him,” Abby whimpers, circling her legs around my waist.
I walk with her toward our bedroom, flipping the light switch on my way out of the living space. “He’s failing himself.” I refuse to let my wife take any of the blame. Oli has been brought up in a loving, supportive home with an extensive network of people who have nurtured and adored him. “He hasn’t wanted for a single thing, and he knows better than this. Whatever he’s mixed up in is all on him. We’ve told him repeatedly we are here for him. We’ve actively encouraged him to talk to a professional when he was unwilling to confide in us, his sister, or his friends. We’ve gone to the school and let them know he’s struggling. We can’t do anything else if he won’t tell us what’s wrong. You’re not shouldering the responsibility for this, Abby. I won’t let you.”
I hug her close as I walk into our large master bedroom.
“I hate that one of our kids is suffering and we’re helpless. It’s the worst feeling,” she says as I set her down carefully on our bed.
“I know.” Tension brackets my mouth and tightens my shoulders as I flip my bedside lamp on, bathing the room in soft light. “I tried talking to him in the car but got nowhere as usual.” I kick off my shoes and lift my shirt over my head. “I’m grabbing a shower.” While unbuttoning my jeans, I pin her with a heated look. “Don’t go to sleep.” My wife needs a distraction. Hell, we both do. Otherwise, we’ll just be lying in bed in the dark going over the same worrying things for hours and sleep will evade us.
“Wasn’t planning to.” Abby’s breathy tone and sultry gaze always turns me on, and tonight is no different. I need to losemyself in my wife. To feel the comfort only her warmth can provide. I strip bare and dump my clothes on the chair in the corner. My dick jerks in appreciation as Abby’s gaze trails over my naked body with obvious want.
“I won’t be long.” I reluctantly tear myself away from the owner of my heart and soul.
I turn the shower on and step under the spray, tipping my head back as the warm water washes over me. I’m lost in my thoughts as I soap my body and rid myself of the invisible grime I feel coating me from head to toe. I hated being at that station tonight. Knowing my kid was inside behind bars ate away at me. I never wanted that for any of my kids. And despite my fighting words outside, I relate to Abby’s sentiments. It’s hard not to feel like we’ve failed Oli even though the logical part of my brain knows we haven’t.
Our kids are our world. We’ve given them everything and raised them to be compassionate and caring. Our kids are good kids. This is just a blip. The teenage years are hard, and Oli will come through this. I’ve got to cling to that notion because otherwise I might lose it.
My eyes pop wide when two soft hands land on my chest.
“I couldn’t wait. I need you, Caveman.” Her hand lowers, her fingers curling around my erection.
“I always need you, Firecracker. Tonight more than ever.”
Abby lowers to her knees, and my cock jumps in her hand, the tip already leaking precum. The first touch of her tongue against my crown is heavenly, and my eyes shutter as my fingers weaves into the wet strands of her hair. My wife gives incredible head. I crave Abby at forty-one as much as I did at eighteen. In fact, I’m even more attracted to her as we grow older.
A groan rumbles from my chest as she sucks me deep while pumping the base of my cock in her hands. I watch her head bobbing as she glides her lips along my straining length.Pleasure zips through my veins, and my heart swells with love as I watch the love of my life sucking my dick with obvious enjoyment. She gets as much out of this as I do. But I don’t want to come in her mouth. Not tonight. Tonight, I need to fill her up with my love, over and over, until everything feels right with my world again.
“Baby, I need in you.” Gently grabbing her hair, I tilt her head back and pop out of her mouth. “Look at you.” I admire her perfectly formed, lean dancer’s body, honed from years of yoga and dance. Apart from a slight crinkling at the corners of her eyes, her face is smooth and unlined, belying her age. I’m not surprised my wife is aging gracefully. Her mother is the epitome of timeless natural beauty, and her daughter is clearly following in her footsteps. “You’re so perfect.” I help her to stand and then push her up against the tiled wall. My hands roam freely over every inch of her delicate curves and toned physique. “So beautiful.” I lean down and kiss the corner of her mouth. “So mine,” I add, kissing the other side of her mouth.
“I love you so much.” Emotion underscores her tone, and her eyes are swimming with the depth of her feelings for me as we stare at one another.
“Not as much as I love you,” I say before claiming her mouth in a hot, passionate kiss. I press my body flush against hers, reveling in the feel of her silky soft skin against mine as I devour her mouth. Our tongues tangle in a familiar dance that always ignites my blood and hardens my cock.
I dip two fingers into her pussy as my mouth trails over her jaw and down her neck. “Always so wet for me.”
“It’s always been you, Kai. Only ever you.”
Those words soothe all my frayed edges. I love that no other man has ever shared intimacy with her. I love that she’s all mine.
My lips close over one pert nipple while I fondle her other tit, tweaking and tugging on the taut peak. Then I trail lower untilI’m kneeling between my queen’s legs. I waste no time diving in, licking a firm path up and down her slit before parting her folds and sucking on her clit. My tongue sets a punishing pace as I drive inside her. Abby yanks on my hair as I eat her out, and it doesn’t take long to throw her over the edge.
My wife comes loudly, screaming my name as water beats over my back.
I straighten up, lifting her so she’s pressed between me and the wall. Her legs wind around my waist as I nudge her entrance with my leaking cock. We lock eyes as I thrust inside her in one claiming drive. “I love you, Abby. You’re my world.”
