Page 14 of One Kill

“Like that?”

“Exactly like that.” His breaths were becoming shorter pants, which turned me the fuck on even more imagining how he was pumping himself.

Pushing my fingers back into my pussy, then out, rubbing at my clit, I moved faster, moaning loud enough for him to hear everything through the phone. “Fuck, Murph.”

“Put your phone on speaker and place it on your stomach, then play with your nipple at the same time.” Sexy instructions are a weakness for me. I crave it, even, and immediately complied.

“How wet are you?” His whispered words sounded even hotter through the loudspeaker, like he was straining to contain himself.

“Like you’ve just pumped your load inside me.”

The call consisted of a lot of heavy breaths, grunts, moans, so manyfucksandyeses,until we both came hard and fast, leaving me wishing I was ready to just go head first into this with him. Ready to go and climb into his bed and do this thing for real.

I sigh at the memory, knowing it wasn’t exactly my best decision. I seem to be doing that a lot lately.

“Mom?”

That one word is like an arrow shooting straight through my stomach and almost knocking me on my ass, completely ruining my daydream from the early hours of this morning. But I’m not mad. How could I be?

When I thought I’d lost her, hearing someone call me by that name became an impossibility, but now? Now it’s my reality, and a lump forms in my throat as I try to reply from my couch-haven of blankets. Instead, I turn, facing the beautiful young woman I helped create, throwing her a wink, and gesture for her to come and join me.

“Morning, Kid.” It’s barely dawn, and apparently she hasn’t hit the sleeping-until-lunchtime phase of teenagedom. The curtains are drawn, but there’s a dim light from the TV I wasn’t really watching.

“Are you taking me to school today? I usually take the bus, but it’d really annoy Bridget if I arrive on the back of your bike. She told me I was lying when I said my mom rode a motorcycle.” Hallie sits down next to me as if this were all completely natural, burying herself under the blanket to get comfortable. “Though, to be fair, everyone did think my mom was dead until I posted about it on social media.”

That statement puts another lump in my throat that I’m choosing to ignore as I listen to my daughter tell me about her friends and frenemies—Bridget being one of them—all of her own accord. I didn’t have to ask any questions. She’s just opening up to me and putting all her trust in me and it’s something I’ve never experienced with such ease before.

It’s fucking terrifying and amazing all at the same time.

I may have to find out who this Bridget is and… no, she’s a thirteen-year-old girl. This protective streak is a little outrageous.

“Ah, both my girls together. I could get used to this. Coffee?” Murphy’s sleep-laden voice pierces my senses as Hallie and I turn to see him leaning against the door jamb.

“Please.”

“Orange juice for me, please, Dad.”

We respond at the same time, laughing when Murphy rolls his head dramatically and faux-curtseys like our own personal maid.

When he returns from the kitchen, Hallie and I both groan in appreciation for the drinks he hands over, each taking a sip. Her little giggle as I wink down at her snuggled next to me is enough to make a grown man cry from happiness. It’s so fucking pure…

I know that them believing I was still dead would have been a lot safer for them, but fuck me, that giggle. This kid.Mykid. She’s fucking magical.

Murphy looks over his own coffee mug toward us from his position in the armchair, his ankles crossed on the rug in front of him. His eyes tell a whole myriad of stories, remind me of a million different things from my past, and promise a whole lot of something for my future. A future I’m trying desperately to keep safe for these two right here.

The how, I’m not exactly sure of yet, but the why… because they’ve been through enough, they have each other, they have love, they have everything they could possibly want and need. And I know bringing me into this beautiful picture is going to fuck shit up.

This perfect little morning is something I think I’ll treasure forever though. I’m not much of a hugger but this kid is impossible to ignore.

“Mom’s taking me to school on her bike.”

Murphy’s eyes falter at her use of the word mom—must be strange to hear it from her after so long—but he quickly regains his composure as he realizes what she just spurted out before downing the rest of her juice and jumping up from the couch.

He begins laughing as she makes her way to the door for the hall. “Not a chance, little lady. Bus will be here in twenty minutes. Good try.”

“But Daaa—”

“End of discussion, Peanut. Go get ready for school.”

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