Page 69 of Promised Summer
He stood and leaned into my ear. “I thought you said we shouldn’t do this?”
I reached back with my hands and spread my cheeks for him, not even caring about how needy I probably looked. Iwasneedy—for him.
It’d been an entire fucking week since I’d last had him inside me, so he didn’t get to tease me like this after working me up.
Jones’ eyes darkened as his eyes landed on my exposed hole. He’d already unzipped his jeans and pulled his length free. His dick was slick from the lube he’d pulled from who the hell knew where.
“Such a pretty hole,” he breathed. His large hands covered mine to stretch my cheeks wider for him. Then, in one smooth thrust, he pushed all the way inside.
A guttural sound came from me, sounding even more lewd echoing in the bathroom. Jones wasn’t muchbetter and made a sexy growling noise when he sank in deep.
“Fuck, I missed coming home,” he groaned. His hands were rough on my hips as he pounded my ass, making sure to hit the spot that had me seeing stars. All I could do was hold on tight to the vanity.
It didn’t take long for him to shoot his load inside of me, and then he was fisting my cock until I joined him. I turned my head and begged for his lips as my orgasm washed over me.
I was lost in his kiss, feeling soft and warm from the good fucking Jones had given me, when a loud “Dad!” came from the living room.
“Fuck!” I muttered in a panic, almost biting Jones’ tongue. I pushed him off me, which only made his cum drip down my thighs.
I shot daggers at the culprit behind my current situation. Jones chuckled and kissed my forehead, my glare bouncing right off him.
“You clean up and I’ll head out first,” he said, tucking himself away and redoing his zipper. He looked completely put together after making a mess out of me.
I glared harder as I watched him quickly wash his hands, then exit our bathroom.
“My baby girl, where have you been?”
“Papa! You’re back!” I heard our girl’s giggles bounce into the bathroom.
I quickly cleaned up and made sure I was presentable before joining them in the living room.Jones had Karla in his arms as she animatedly told him all about her day.
Lily and Sunny were circling around Jones’ legs with their tongues lolled out. They were almost identical now, save for Lily’s more pinkish nose while Sunny’s was pitch black.
“Dad! There you are!” Karla shouted when she saw me. I silently winced at the new title she’d started calling me this month, saying only babies still called their daddaddy.
Never mind the fact that at ten, she was, and always will be, my baby. But what made it worse was that Jones got to keep his coolpapamoniker!
This wasn’t the plan! Once Kassy fell in love, her husband was supposed to be the boringdadwhile I kept beingdaddy.
Kassy dying hadn’t been part of the plan either.
I still missed her so freaking much, and I knew from losing my dad that the hole of their loss would never go away. But thinking about them now didn’t overwhelm me with sadness as it had before. I was able to recall all our happy memories and share them with Karla with a smile now.
I didn’t want Karla to grow up forgetting her amazing mom, so I often told her stories about her. Some nights, the three of us and our dogs would lounge in the rocking chairs on the patio and look up into the night sky to find her.
Karla was old enough now to know that hermom hadn’t really turned into a star, but I think she still had fun pretending and pointing out all the stars that twinkled hello to us.
“Imani and I and the others are gonna go to the top,” Karla told Jones, then wiggled out of his hold.
She didn’t have to clarify what she meant. The kids had been running around the trails behind our cabin for years now. I didn’t worry too much since Jones and I had done the same when we were her age. Plus, with Lily and Sunny following them, I knew they would be well protected.
“Be safe,” Jones said and kissed her cheek. Karla giggled when his beard tickled him.
“Your nana and gigi are coming over for dinner tonight, so make sure you come back before then,” I told her. Karla was still giggling and playfully tugged on Jones’ beard.
“Karla,” I said in a warning tone.
“I will!” she said with another laugh. She ran to give me a kiss on the cheek, then sprinted toward the sliding back doors, the dogs at her heel. Before she left, she stopped by a picture frame and said, “I’ll be back, Mom!” Then she was off to where Imani and the others were waiting for her at the base of our private trail.
