Brett's Little Headaches(25)

I put the chicken to defrost and dug through the vegetable bin for some broccoli. I know kids hate this stuff, but my boys are gonna learn to eat healthy from a young age, just the way I was raised.

My boys, I love the sound of that. With most of the prep ready I checked my watch and dried my hands. It was time to go get my little family. I gave the house a quick glance over to make sure everything was neat.

“Gunther, we’re having company, I want you to be on your best behavior okay.” He barked once for yes and that was good enough for me.

It seemed stupid to be this excited about taking them home for dinner, but it felt like the best thing I’d done in a long time.

I rang the doorbell and waited as I heard the boys calling for me from behind the door. I guess she’d told them I was coming.

They rushed me as soon as the door was open and I picked them both up and hugged them close. I felt them in my heart, like this was supposed to be.

“I missed you guys.” I inhaled the scent from their little heads as she looked on indulgently, good; at least that look of wariness wasn’t as prevalent as it had been. Progress.

“You ready baby?” She nodded and grabbed her mommy’s bag that seemed to hold everything, and we were out the door with a boy in each of my arms.

“ So, boys, how was your day?” They chattered away at me, some I understood some not so much. Their mother and I shared a smile and I reached for her hand and raised it to my lips for a kiss.

Gunther was kicking up a fuss before I even got the door open when we reached, and it was sheer pandemonium once the boys were inside.

The three of them hit the rug while Laurie stood in the doorway looking around. “What’s the matter?”

“Your house, it’s so nice, do you have any idea what my boys can do in a place like this in ten minutes flat?”

I looked around at my place, trying to see what she saw, but I couldn’t. Sure I had nicer things, so what, it’s not like it was the Smithsonian.

“Relax Laurie, if you relax they’ll relax, let’s go into the kitchen. Would you like some wine?”

“Uh, I’ve never really had any, still underage remember?” that was so strange; she’s old enough to have a child, but not to have wine.

“We probably shouldn’t with the boys anyway so scratch that. I have some cookies and milk for their after school snack unless you’ve already given them something.”

“No, you got there three minutes after we did so I haven’t had time.

“Good, I’ll get them.” I was trying to find things to occupy myself so that I didn’t jump her.

For the past two days I’ve only seen her in jeans or sweats. Both showed off her amazing ass, but today she’d changed up on me.

Today she wore a dress. It was short and flirty, one of those summer things that blow in the wind and left her shoulders bare.

She looked young and fresh and so fucking fuckable it was hard not to pounce. I took the boys their snack and muzzled Gunther just to be safe.

I was pretty sure he wouldn’t hurt the boys, but I wasn’t taking any chances, I can’t forget what he really is after all.

While they were preoccupied, I went back to the kitchen and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the laundry room and closing the door halfway. I didn’t want little eyes seeing what I was about to do.

I took her mouth before she could question me; her taste went straight to my head. I let my hands roam free along her legs, up to her thighs and back down.

Her nipples were already little points, poking into my chest as we dueled with our tongues.

“Fuck I missed you, what’re you doing to me?” I only left her lips long enough to breathe out those words before I went back for more.

This time I let my hands roam farther up beneath her dress until I reached the heat between her thighs. The soft silk of her underwear was no barrier against my marauding fingers; I had to feel her.

I slipped my fingers into her slowly, one after the other. My heart beat out of control in my chest as I worked my fingers in and out of her.

She did what she always does when I touch her, only this time I got to feel the liquid heat as it gushed out of her into my palm.

She moved against my hand as her pussy quivered around the fingers that I used to fuck her through her next orgasm.

“Brett.” Fuck, her voice had that sexy ‘just fucked’ quality to it.

“Shh, they’ll hear you.” I left my hand between her legs and lifted her dress all the way up with the other. “Move your bra, I wanna taste you.”

She very shyly and ever so slowly lowered her bra cup and let her nipple spring free and right into my waiting mouth.

I double-teamed her then, driving my fingers into the softness of her pussy, as I sucked hard on her tit. When she started moving against my hand faster, I added more pressure, letting my palm press into her clit as I finger fucked her harder.