I can’t imagine plunking my baby in the arms of an unprepared twenty-two-year-old guy to take care of for a day, let alone forever.
“How did you cope?” I ask.
At first I felt like I was prying. But now it seems like he needs to get this off his chest. I wonder how many other people he’s told this.
Knox’s lips move into a half smile, and he says, “I learn real fucking fast.”
“Did your mom help you?”
“At first, yeah, but then she moved to Florida with another of her boyfriends.”
“To retire?”
“She retired, but the guy was my age.”
“She sounds like Darla,” I say, laughing.
Knox laughs, and says, “She is like Darla. All my mum needs is that curly hair.”
“Well, things worked out. Piper’s a great kid, you did a great job of raising her.” This time I don’t feel awkward when I tell him I think he’s a great father.
“Thanks,” Knox says, and takes a sip of his coffee.
“You’re too humble.”
Knox grunts.
“You should be proud of what you’ve achieved. You’re an amazing dad.”
“She isn’t grown up yet, there are still plenty of opportunities to mess up.”
“Somehow I don’t think you – or she – will.”
“Like the bra? And the period? I don’t know anything about that stuff.”
“It doesn’t matter. You let me help her, and that’s the best you could do.”
“Maybe. At least it got me in your skirt.”
“All you had to do for that was smile once in a while. And be nice. Neighborly, even.”
“You want neighborly?” he asks, a gruff edge to his voice.
“It would’ve been nice when I first moved in.”
As I finish my sentence, Knox grips me by the back of my head and pulls me to his lips and crushes his mouth against mine. I whimper at his touch. Our tongues poke and twirl around each other’s and this time when my heart flutters, I do nothing to try to ignore it.
I have feelings for this man, and I no longer have to ignore them. Somehow, that makes the kiss more powerful.
Knox then kisses to my ear, and in a low voice asks, “So this is official?”
I wrap my arms tight around him, and in a quiet voice say, “Definitely.”
“And you’ll be at my table tonight?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t miss your cooking.”
Clamping his lips back on mine, he half scoops, half pushes me onto the floor. I’m wedged between the couch and the coffee table, on the old carpet. Knox fumbles with the belt of my housecoat before finally getting the knot out and yanking open my housecoat.
I’m in my panties and old t-shirt, but don’t care. Neither does he. His big hands put my t-shirt up to my neck, exposing my breasts, before he pulls off my panties. His lips are back on mine, and my walls are slick with want.
In moments, Knox’s weight is on me, and still dressed, his hard dick is at my entrance. Without waiting, he pushes into me. I moan as my walls stretch to fit him.
Only then do I realize he didn’t stop to put a condom on. My heart is beating like crazy, and butterflies explode in my chest. I moan again, my walls tight around his bare cock.
The hard floor holds me firmly in place while he pounds into me. Heat burns between my legs, but above that, my heart pounds harder for him.
I wrap my legs around his, my body building and building and I clutch onto his shirt.
“Knox,” I whimper as waves burst through my body. My pussy turns into a quivering wreck and spasms tight around his dick. His bare dick. I moan at the thought of him filling me.
Knox groans and releases himself into me, his dick throbbing as he comes.
Breathless, he kisses my lips and says, “I hadn’t planned to do that.”
“Not use a condom?”
“Not fuck you on the floor like this.”
I swallow, and say, “Sometimes the situation calls for it.”
“Sometimes.”
“Knox?”
“Yeah?” he asks, brushing my hair back from my face.
“Thank you for trusting me.”
He closes his mouth over mine, and our mouths lock in a tender kiss. I don’t think I could ever get enough of him.
Eventually, he pulls away. While I clean myself up, he makes us each another cup of coffee. We sit on the sofa, and I snuggle up against him while we drink and talk.
After half an hour, Knox says, “I have to get some work done, I have no choice.”
“Of course. Me too. I’ll see you at dinner?”
“I expect you there,” he says, and kisses my forehead.
After he leaves, I stay on the couch both letting my body and mind recover and process what went on here this morning. It’s almost too good to be true.