"Tammy has a football game on Friday and then a sleepover after so I'm either going to have to find a babysitter or not go out and see you in action with all the boozed up parents."
"I think we're getting closer to the truth but I don't think that's all of it." He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, reaching up and tucking a loose curl behind one ear. "Honey, you sat through lunch with my parents earlier. I promise you there's nothing you can tell me which would shock me."
"It's nothing bad." I shrugged, wondering when I'd stopped being able to be nonchalant and breezy and when little things had started mattering so much. "Tammy said she loved me."
"Don't tell me you doubted that."
"I mean, I haven't exactly been the best aunt over the years. Sure, I've called and Skyped and sent money and presents and whatever but I wasn't here." I propped my chin on his shoulder, closing my eyes and breathing him in. Either he'd changed colognes or he'd been outside playing with the kids but either way he smelled like grass and fresh air and clean sweat and I couldn't begin to understand why that was so appealing. "And you can love someone because they're family but not love them because of who they are. You know that."
"Yeah, I do." He stroked a hand down my back, pressing his face to the side of my neck. "And because I do, I know those kids love you and you love them, clear down to the bone."
"It just hit me all of a sudden." I forced out a laugh, wrapping my arms around his torso and squeezing tight. "Took me by surprise, is all. I really am having problems with this photo spread, though."
"Well, I don't have any experience designing magazines but I have some looking at them so I'll give you the consumer opinion." He nipped my earlobe with his teeth, chuckling when I shivered. "I won't even ask for the $10 the people in the mall normally give you for doing those marketing surveys."
"Something tell me you'll come up with a different way of getting paid."
IT WAS CLOSE to midnight before I crawled in to bed, groaning as I stretched out on my stomach. "Tell me it's not always going to be this difficult."
"In theory, it won't, but I don't want to say for sure and wind up being a liar." Abraham reached over and patted my naked ass, his attention still focused on his book. I'd been shocked when he pulled out a set of reading glasses and even more shocked when I realized they somehow managed to make him look even sexier than he already did. "It's first day of school jitters. Don't you remember being nervous before school started?"
"Only about how many people were going to point and whisper about my hand-me-down clothes and mention my parents or my sister." I rolled to my side, pillowing my cheek on my arm. "Don't tell me you were nervous."
"I'm not a smart man, Jeannie."
"I'm sorry, are you quoting Forrest Gump?" I giggled. "Really?"
"No, you dork." He smacked my ass, snickering when I squealed. "I'm just saying, I'm not smart. Not like you. So I was always worried because I knew I had to get good grades or my father would punish me but the teachers kept sticking me in the hard classes even when I didn't know the basics."
"Abraham." I sat up, shifting over and straddling him, waiting until he marked his place in his book and set it on the nightstand before cupping his face in my hands. "There's smart and then there's smart and you can have the brains to solve trigonometry in your sleep and not have a damn clue how to parse a sentence. Or how to run a bar."
"If you think being nice to me is going to get you out of settling your debt from earlier, you're very, very wrong." He streaked his hands up my torso, cupping my breasts and flicking his thumbs over my nipples. "I thought you were exaggerating about going blind from those photos but if anything you underplayed how horrible they were."
"I'm always serious about photo spreads." I took his mouth with mine, pulling back only when breathing became a necessity. My voice was low and hoarse when I said, "We should lock the door."
"The kids are asleep, remember?" He scraped his nails over my nipples, gently at first and then harder, his breaths turning harsh and ragged when I started to squirm. "I figured out how I want you to repay me."
"Great." The instant he'd touched me, my fatigue had disappeared, replaced with a stomach clenching hunger that would only get worse until I'd had an orgasm. Or two. Or several. I attacked his mouth again, sliding my hands over his shoulders only to lace them through his hair, holding him tight against me. Drawing back, I whispered, "How can I repay all your hard work, Mr. Hansom?"
"Fuck." He dragged his hands down over my stomach before curving them around my hips, his fingertips barely grazing my ass. "Keep that up and I'm not going to have the patience for what I really want."
"I think I know what you want." Which was the reason I'd taken an extra-long-and extra thorough-shower after I'd finally put the kids to bed. "Look in the top drawer of the nightstand."
"What I had in mind didn't really involve toys but...." He trailed off as he apparently found what I'd put there yesterday. He dug the fingers of one hand in to my ass and whispered, "You're amazing. Phenomenal. They should build monuments to you."
"For some reason I don't think that's going to happen." I slid off him, settling myself on my knees and elbows, resting my cheek on the pillow. "You do, however, get to fuck my ass, which-and I'm not bragging-is a better thing for you than commissioning a monument."
"Jesus, yes." He moved behind me and I heard the distinctive pop as he uncapped the bottle of lube. "I know you said you've done this before but we're still going to go slow."
"Considering how big your cock is, that's probably for the best." I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from squealing when the first drop of lube splashed over my skin. "Christ, that's cold."
"It won't be in a few minutes." He laid one hand on the small of my back, pressing until I shifted in to his preferred position. "One finger."
I sucked in a quick breath and then exhaled, forcing myself to relax and go limp as he eased a single finger inside me. I hadn't lied about having some experience with anal sex but it had been more than a few years and if I was being honest I'd been too drunk to remember specifics. All I could say was thank God for the Internet.
It wasn't unpleasant and it didn't hurt but it was... odd. That seemed to be the best word I could think to describe the feeling, especially when he started a gentle thrusting motion, working his finger in a small circle at the same time. After a few minutes, he slipped his finger out and said, "You ready for two?"
"Yeah." I had to pause and clear my throat, my voice thick and raspy. "Yeah, I think so."
He added more lube before pushing two fingers in, slower this time, my breath catching in my lungs for a moment before I remembered to relax. I closed my eyes, flicking my tongue over my lips and turning my face in to the pillow. There was the tiniest bit of pain, more the promise of pain than the actual sensation, but it didn't make me want to tell him to stop. After a few minutes, even that went away and I sighed, pushing back gently. "It's okay. I'm okay."
He didn't answer, instead going through the same thrust and stretch motions from before. The only indication he was even marginally affected by anything was the ragged nature of his breathing and the jagged edge of his voice when he spoke. "Three?"
"Yes, please." For a split second I was tempted to call him ‘Mr. Hansom', just to see what he would do, but I decided he was already teetering on the metaphorical tightrope. ‘Mr. Hansom' would probably push him over an edge neither of us were prepared to deal with yet. My breath came out on a shaky exhale when he slipped his fingers out and I had to remind myself yet again to not tense up. Still, when he started to work three of his long fingers inside me, I stiffened, murmuring, "Abraham-."
"Take a deep breath." The mattress shifted under me and second later he pressed his lips to the nape of my neck. "You have no idea how fucking amazing you look like this, on your hands and knees, my fingers barely in your ass." He dragged his teeth over my shoulder, both of us shivering from the action. "My cock is so hard right now it actually hurts. I don't think I've been this hard in my entire life, not even the night you walked in to my bar."
Gradually, in movement so slow it seemed almost glacial, he eased all three fingers in, until his palm rested flat against my ass. Kissing the side of my throat where my pulse hammered in double time, he whispered, "How do you feel?"