Page 2 of Out of Bounds
I hunched my shoulders. “I mean… If you think you’ve got enough stamina, then sure.” I flirted.
Kreed didn’t say anything; instead, he stood from the table and swaggered over to me. Leaning down, he ran his finger straight down the middle of my chest, only stopping once he’d reached his favorite place.
My breathing labored when he used his fingers to part my folds and slipped a one inside my pussy. “Mmm,” I moaned.
“Yeah, you tryna get fucked.” His voice was husky, almost like a smoky rasp that kissed my skin before it even reached my ears.
Widening my legs, I gave him better access, fueling him to lean over and attack my neck. “Kreed,” I whispered and gnawed on my bottom lip. Sex with my husband had always been one of my favorite things to do, especially since the man was well-versed with my body and knew exactly how much to give to have me climbing the walls.
Sex was our way of keeping each other grounded after a long day of stress. It was also Kreed’s way of recovering after a devastating loss. The way he pushed his fingers in and out of my pussy had me on the verge of coming.
“Let it go, Sai,” he groaned against my mouth.
“Baby…” I breathed.
“I know.” Leaning in, Kreed flickered his tongue across my taut nipple. “You so fucking close. I can feel it,” he whispered against my bare chest, all while pushing his fingers in as deep as they could go.
I grabbed onto his wrist as heat rose from the bottom of my feet and settled across my face. “Bab?—”
“Mom!” one of the kids yelled out, causing me to drop my head and release a light chuckle.
“Welp…” Kreed sighed. “Times up.” Removing his fingers, I watched him bring them up to his mouth and lick my essence off in the most seductive manner. When he was done, he winked before saying, “Best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“You’re a mess.” I laughed and removed my foot from the table. Pushing my chair back, I stood and adjusted my robe. “I guess I better get breakfast started.”
“You do that. I’ll go get Kree’s badass up.”
“My baby isnotbad… he’s just attached to his mother.”
“Attached my ass!” he called over his shoulder.
Once Kreed was out of the kitchen, I sauntered into the half bath and used my last few free minutes to clean up the mess he’d made between my legs before washing my hands. As soon as Istepped back into the kitchen, Aurora was walking in. My baby girl was always the first one awake, so I’m certain she was the one who had yelled my name minutes prior.
“Good morning, buttercup.” I smiled and kissed her on the temple. “Did you wash your face and brush your teeth?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Let me see.” Tilting her head back, I inspected her face. “You missed a spot!” I teased and tickled her belly. “What do you want for breakfast this morning ?”
“Can we do blueberry waffles?” she asked and looked up at me with hopeful eyes.
“Blueberry waffles it is,” I confirmed.
While I got breakfast started, Kreed wrangled the rest of the kids. Before long, my entire family was sitting around the table, waiting for me to serve them. These were the times that I lived for. I wasn’t just cooking breakfast; I was preserving something sacred. A memory—a reminder that no matter how many curve balls I was thrown, this was everything.
After getting our nails and toes done, Maddie Claire and I decided to hit the mall to do a little shopping, courtesy of her father, of course.
“What about this one?” Maddie Claire asked and held up the white Lululemon tennis skirt that I was certain was too short.
“Ummm,” I hummed and tilted my head. “I would have to see it on. You know how your father is.”
“Knee length or it’s unacceptable,”she mocked, sounding just like Kreed.
“Oop! Not you being shady.” I giggled.
“Mom…” she groaned. “You know Dad is old-fashioned. Nothing they make is long enough. Besides, it’s a tennis skirt.” She pouted.
“Try it on, Maddie.”
