Page 78 of Living for Truth
“Yes, gross and in love. Great synopsis, Bub. Anyway, when people are dating, they want to spend a lot more time together. That sometimes means having sleepovers.”
Aly nods. “Okay…”
“Would it be okay with you if Hannah slept over sometimes? Not all the time, obviously, but just a few times a week?”
“Does that mean I’d have to go somewhere else?” Aly asks quietly.
“Oh, no, Aly. Not at all,” Hannah jumps in. “I wouldneverdo something that means you can’t be in your own home. It would just mean I’d be here, too.”
“So you don’t think I’ll be a bother if I’m here, too?”
“No,” Hannah says vehemently. “I want to hang out with you just as much as I want to hang out with your dad.”
“Hannah and I will want to go out alone on dates sometimes, but I’ll always check in with you, like I do now, and make sure you’re okay to go to someone else’s house. Hannah’s not just part of my life, she’s part ofourlife now.” Hannah squeezes my hand in a comforting gesture.
“Does that mean I can ask you questions about girl stuff?” Aly asks Hannah, her voice full of hope.
Hannah looks at me, and I give her a small nod.
“Of course you can, Aly. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to replace your mom, but you can come to me with any questions you have, okay?”
“Okay. Can you sleep over on Friday? That way we can all drive together to the library.”
“I think that’s a great idea.” I can’t help the smile taking over my face.
When we’re done with dinner and our ice cream sundae dessert, I send Aly up to get ready for bed, and Hannah helps me with the dishes.
I wash while she dries, and the task takes less than half the time it would have taken me if I did it myself.
When we’re done with that, I cage her against the counter and kiss her senseless, trying to show her how much I appreciate her and love the way she treated Aly tonight.
I nip at her bottom lip, and she whimpers, but I swallow the sound with my mouth.
“Fuck, Butterfly. I’ve been dying to kiss you all night. If Aly weren’t here right now I’d bend you over this counter and fuck you. Take my time with you. Tease you with my mouth,” a nip at her jaw, “my fingers,” I lick up her throat, “until you’re begging for my cock.” I bite that sensitive spot where her shoulder meets her neck, and she writhes against me.
“I want that,” she whimpers, and I press my hard bulge into the softness of her belly.
“I’ll be thinking of you in the shower later, Butterfly. When my hand is squeezing my cock, I’m going to imagine it’s your warm pussy. When I come on the shower floor, it’ll be with your name on my lips.”
I kiss her again hungrily but pull back when I hear little feet on the stairs.
Hannah’s eyes are a little glassy when I step away to adjust myself. She shakes her head like it will clear the lust from her brain.
“Teeth are brushed, pajamas are on. I just wanted to say goodbye to Hannah,” Aly says as she enters the kitchen, Bean and Bagel hot on her heels. Bagel plops himself down at my feet, and Bean starts twirling between Hannah’s legs.
“Thank you for having me over for dinner. I’m excited for Friday and Saturday,” Hannah says, her gaze darting between the two of us.
“Even if you don’t sleep over, can we have dinner together again this week?” Aly asks shyly.
“I think that’s a great idea. Why don’t you two come over Wednesday for Indian food?” Hannah suggests.
“Dosa House? Yes!” Aly pulls her arms towards herself in a celebratory gesture. “Can we, Dad?”
“Sure, Bub. That sounds great.”
“Fantastic. I’ll see you two then.” Hannah goes to walk out of the kitchen, but Aly stops her just before she can.
“Can I… Can I have a hug goodbye?”
