I wakeup to the sound of the shower, and I turn to feel for Hayley on the bed next to me. I open my eyes and notice she isn’t there. I smirk. That shower is about to get interesting. I throw off the covers and stalk into the bathroom. Her back is to me as she shampoos her hair, lather falling over her body. I open the door, and she doesn’t turn but continues to lather her curves. I step behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She gasps slightly at the contact and leans in close to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I reach for some shower gel and start to lather from her stomach up to her breasts. Her nipples harden, and she presses her ass into my crotch.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I hiss, and I squeeze her tits.
Her moans are delicious, and I drink them in. I let my hands slide down her stomach, downwards as she moans, a gasp falling from her lips when my finger rests on her entrance.
“We should stop.”
She turns and pushes me onto the shower seat, straddling me.
“No fucking chance of that,” as she lowers herself onto me.
I groan and let my head fall back onto the wall as I give her all the control she needs. She grinds her hips, taking me deeper into her as she rocks back and forth, riding the sensation, chasing an orgasm which I hope is as close as mine is.
“Faster,” I whisper into her hair, and she loses control, her breasts slamming into my chest, her core tightening around me as she rides her orgasm, small screams falling from her lips, and then I find my release inside her. I hold her to me as her breathing shallows. She looks me in the eye, and I kiss her lips, tasting her hungrily.
“I never did stop loving you.” I press my forehead to hers, wanting nothing more than to stay here in this moment for the rest of my life. “You make me want to live, Hayley.”
“Wyatt.” I know she can’t say the words, not yet at least, but I’ll remind her every day that I mean it.
* * *
She’s cooking lunch,a mushroom and cheese pasta with salad. It smells amazing. I’m seated watching her after I had to prep almost everything for this meal. She bats her lids at me, and I smile. “What do you want now?”
“A glass of red. Almost done here.”
I stand and make my way over to the fridge and pull out a bottle. She points me around the kitchen, and soon I have two glasses and an opener.
“What time does London get home?”
“Not till later, so we have the afternoon to ourselves.”
I pour her a glass and stand behind her as I place it on the counter. I move aside her hair and put a kiss on her neck.
“I could take you right here. I like the look of you in the kitchen.” I trace my hands down her hips and thighs, and she moans.
“You’re distracting me.”
“Isn’t that the idea?”
She laughs. “Let’s watch a movie after lunch.”
“Good idea, but I’d prefer to make my own.”
We burst out laughing. That was such a corny thing to say.
My arms are still wrapped around Hayley when Logan and London walk into the kitchen. London grins. “Hey, Mommy and Wyatt.” The look on Logan’s face is an indication that he is not impressed. Not that I give a flying fuck what he thinks. These girls are mine.
“I didn’t hear you two come in.” Hayley gasps, slightly flushed, no doubt from my closeness. I tighten my hold on her.
“You were preoccupied. I suppose.” Logan stares at my hands around her waist.
Hayley clears her throat, and I unwrap my hands from around her, placing a kiss on the side of her head and going around the kitchen to hug London.
“Wyatt, I saw so many animals on Gramps’s farm. They have a newhorse called Lou,” she says.
“That sounds amazing, sugar.” I kiss her cheeks and swing her over my shoulders not bothering to greet Logan. Hayley probably wants to explain. I’ll step back and let her.
“Let’s go watch some cartoons, unicorn.”
London and I walk toward the living room and switch on an episode of Unikitty.
My one ear is on the conversation in the kitchen.
Logan had better just back the fuck off, or he’ll have me to answer to.
I settle onto the couch, my daughter in my arms as she giggles about a weird looking Lego unicorn kitten. I’m so ready for this, I muse.
