“What time are the boys coming back tomorrow?”
His words come in between pecks on my lips.
“Not until around six.” I squeal when he lifts me up by the back of my thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
“That means I can spend another night in your bed and between your legs.”
I giggle as he trails kisses down my jaw to my neck.
“Of course.”
“Why wait for the bed? We can start now.”
He takes me over to the couch, dropping me down. I laugh when he lands on top of me, peppering my face with kisses that turn into a deep, soul-snatching kiss.
My fingers raked through the hair at the back of his neck, and I ground my pussy up against the knot in his jeans.
“What the fuck?” the roar from over our heads had me gasping and pulling away. Mitch leans back, and we both look up.
Standing behind my sofa, glaring down at me, are my ex and my fifteen-year-old son.
“Shit,” I grumble tugging my shirt back down. I don’t even remember when Mitch had pushed it up.
I push against Mitch’s chest. He slowly climbs off me and the couch. I roll off the side and get to my feet.
Although Andrew seems the most pissed, my gaze stays on AJ. His eyes are tight and so are his lips.
“I can explain,” I say, even though I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain this.
“Explain?” Andrew shouts. “How the hell are you going to explain you fucking my best friend.”
I flinch at his words.
“I understand you’re angry.” Mitch steps slightly in front of me. “But watch how you talk to her.”
Andrew scoffs and shakes his head. “I should’ve fucking known after the way you were acting at the poker night. I bet you couldn’t wait to run up in her.” Andrew turns to me with his face turned up. “And like a whore, you were desperate and lonely enough to let him.”
Before I could say anything, Mitch threw a blow that had Andrew staggering backward. I scream, cupping my hands to my mouth. Right before my eyes, my ex-husband and my boyfriend were in a full-blown fistfight.
Andrew shoves Mitch into my sofa table, knocking everything off it. Mitch regains his footing and grabs Andrew by the collar, slinging him into the wall. My pictures fell to the ground, shattering the glass. He then pins him against the wall and punches him in the face. Blood squirts everywhere.
“Uncle Mitch, stop it,” AJ shouts.
I stand there completely in shock and useless. Just then Cameron ran into the house. His eyes widened when he took in the scene.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
I run over to my baby, wrapping him in my arms. I shield him from the scene. At this point, Andrew is barely fighting back as Mitch delivers another hard blow to his face. Andrew collapses to the ground. AJ runs over to his uncle and shoves him. Despite how angry Mitch is, he immediately backs away when AJ gets involved.
AJ bends down and helps his father off the ground. Cameron’s breathing is labored. I’m hoping this doesn’t turn into an asthma attack.
“What’s going on?” he asks, his voice heavy with fear and emotion. “Why are they fighting?”
I open my mouth to try to explain, but get cut off when my oldest speaks.
“It’s you.” AJ says, turning to glare at me as he helps his father stand. “You’re the problem. You ruin everything.” His words feel like a knife has physically sliced through my heart.
“Hey, don’t talk to your mother that way,” Mitch says, coming to my defense.
