"Hmm, how am I going to do this?"
"However you want. Whatever you want."
"Impatient for my mouth?"
"Oh yeah."
"I need you to lie on the floor with your legs up on the bench."
I do as she asks, and then watch as she lays flat on the bench, before hanging her head over the side to take me in her mouth. Her hands wrap my legs around her shoulders, and I cross my ankles over each other as directed. Then her hands are moving over my balls, squeezing and stroking.
She's seriously deep throating me and almost all of me fits between those full lips of hers. She moves one hand down to stroke the part of me she's not taking care of with her mouth, and I'm just about done. A man can only hold on for so long, especially when he's watching himself be sucked off. She meets my eyes, and smiles and that's it. There's no slow build-up, or even a warning that I'm out of control. I just come hard enough to make my back leave the floor, and give her everything I've got.
She swallows, and then lets me go with a pop, and a smile. "I needed that."
"That makes two of us," I tell her as I pull her on top of me.
I hold her in my arms on the heated tiles of my shower, and say a prayer that I can keep her. Really keep her. I'm completely ruined for every other woman on Earth, and I hope she feels the same way about other men. Just the thought of someone else touching her makes me want to punch something.
"We'll make this work. We have to."
"I want it to."
"There's a ‘but' in there, and I'm not doing ‘buts' right now."
"You're not doing asses, either. Just throwing that out there."
"Not a problem, Dree. I don't need that."
"Good. And I wasn't going to say ‘but,' I was just going to say that it won't be easy."
"I don't need ‘easy.' I just need you."
"Ditto."
"I think I can stand, so let's go back to the bed."
"You need a nap, old man?"
"Honestly? Yes. But just a short one, and then your pussy's mine again."
"Good, because we haven't even scratched the surface of my fantasies."
"Do tell."
"After our nap. We both need a nap."
"I thought women reached their sexual prime when they got older."
"You planning on sleeping alone all of a sudden?"
"Please don't make me do that. I've been having flashbacks to when I filmed that horror movie, and I need to be held," I tell her, batting my eyes. I'm secure enough in my manhood for it, and sometimes you just have to go for broke.
"You're so full of it," she says, climbing under the covers with me.
"No, I think you took it all."
"Go to sleep before the stupid continues."
"We can't all be geniuses, you know."
"You're saying words, but all I hear is a shovel digging a hole, deeper and deeper."
I kiss her then, both to shut myself up, and because I have to. It's possible I've always been a little in love with Audrey, and now it's becoming more. I'm falling hard, and I'll do everything in my power to stop us both from crashing. This thing between us will work. It has to.
Chapter 9
Blake
I wake up, and have to smile at the position I'm in. I'm spooning Audrey, with one of my hands holding the heavy weight of her left tit. I nudge her hair to the side with my chin, and suck softly at the back of her neck as I spread my fingers out to brush her nipple. It's impossible to have Audrey Sanchez naked in your bed, and not be ready to go. Even if you are only a couple of years short of 40, and you went five times last night. Yeah, I said five-I couldn't help myself, and my body wasn't going to let a little thing like exhaustion stop me.
"Good morning," she whispers.
"It's definitely the best I've ever had."
She twists in my arms, and takes my mouth in a scorching kiss. "Me, too."
"It's more than this, what happens in this bed, or the shower. We're more. You know that, right?"
"Yes."
"Good, now do you want to try out my desk?"
"I most definitely want to try out your desk, but we need to go down to breakfast."
"Shit, we overslept, didn't we?"
She nods. "Rain check?"
"Anytime you want check."
"Is that a thing?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
"For you it is."
She kisses me again, and then gets out of bed. "I'm just going to clean up a little. I'll shower once Jeanne goes to school."
"We'll shower then."
"Don't you have work to do today?"
"Nothing that can't wait. I told you I'm on a break."
"If Ainsley has the answers we need, I may have to leave. To go get the bastard who set this up."
"You'll come back?"
"Yes."
"That was easier than I thought it would be."
"You said we're more than last night, and I told you I believe you. Why wouldn't I come back?"
"I love you, Audrey," I blurt out before I can stop myself.
"Blake?"
"I've always been at least half in love with you, and I've never forgotten you. I've thought about you so much over the years, and the regret's not only about hurting you. It was also about never acting on my feelings."
Her phone rings before she can respond. She answers it, and a smile lights up her face, but then fades. "Oh, thank God … how bad?...we'll be right down."
"Was that Ainsley?"
"Yes. She found out who it is, but said that it's going to hurt you."
"Who is it?"
"She wouldn't say. She just asked that we head downstairs."
"Let's go."
I throw on my clothes from last night, and Audrey does the same. "Whatever happens, I'm here. I love you, too, Blake. I always have."
I give her a quick kiss as I take her hand. We walk down the stairs next to each other, hand in hand. Jeanne's waiting for us at the bottom, with her backpack on. "Can we just go to school now, Dad?"
"Did you ask Isa?"
"I want you to take me. Please."
"I can go with you," Audrey says.
"No. Just him."
"What's going on, Jeanne? I thought you wanted to leave school. Now all of a sudden you can't wait to get there."
"She's hoping to avoid me," Ainsley says, walking out of the dining room.
"Avoid you? Why?"
"All that talk about the person behind this all being smarter than me. It wasn't just a curiosity, was it Jeanne? You thought you could hide from me, but you couldn't."
"What are you talking about?"
"The mastermind behind the kidnapping attempts is your daughter. She paid those men to kidnap her."
"That's crazy. She wouldn't do that."
"I did it."
"Jeanne? Why?"
"I thought Mom would finally care. I thought she'd come home, and we could be a family again."
Audrey tries to pull her hand from mine, but I hold firm. "Jeanne, baby, I wish she cared. I honestly do. You have to know that even if she did, she wouldn't be living here again. We're not getting back together."
"Why?" she asks, looking at our hands. "Because you're fucking Audrey now."
Audrey does pull free then, and moves away from me, looking horrified. I love my daughter, but this is not okay. None of it is okay.
"Apologize to Audrey."
"No."
"Blake, it's fine."
"It is not fine, Audrey. My daughter hired people to kidnap her. Using my money, because there's no place else for her to get any. And now she's being inappropriate with you, when all you've done is care for her, and try and keep her safe."
"I didn't … "
"Shut up, Jeanne. Not another word right now."
"I sent a message from Jeanne's email, canceling the contract, and then gave them each a small payment from her account to solidify it."
"Thank you, Ainsley."
"She should be safe now, but we'll have some of our local support staff keep an eye on all of you for a little longer," Reina tells me.
I didn't even see her enter the room, but she's here, along with everyone else. No one looks happy, and I don't blame them. The threat was real-those men were real-but it was my daughter who sent them. And then she did more. She mocked them as they were searching for her, thinking she was too smart to be caught. Well, the joke's on her, because she's not too smart to be grounded. For the rest of her life, or until she's 18. I'm not sure which one's going to come sooner since if she wasn't my daughter, I'd probably kill her myself right now.
"What are you going to do to her?" I ask, swallowing hard. "What she did is wrong, but I can't let her be hurt."
"We don't hurt little girls, Blake," Audrey says, placing her hand on my arm.
"I'm not a little girl."
"Oh yes you are," Isa tells her. "You may be smart, but your maturity level is on par with your age. It's a good thing your father has kept you in your current school and grade. You'd never survive college right now."