“Not that,” I say and she laughs. I push her hair from her face, and search her eyes. “Is that something you’d like to try?” I understand it would take a lot of trust on her part to let me do those things to her, and I don’t take that lightly.
“I have you for two weeks,” she says. “Maybe I’d like to let go once in my life, and…try new things.”
I’m not sure what’s come over her, but I damn well like it. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she assures me.
My heart thunders, because there are so many things I want to do with this sweet girl, so many ways I want to claim her.
“And maybe I can do that to you, too,” she says.
“What?” I ask, my lust-drunk brain trying to process. “Do what to me?”
“Fuck you like that,” she says, her face serious.
I inch back, my cock throbbing inside her. “Wait, what? You want to fuck me in the ass?”
She cocks her head. “What did you think I meant?”
“Not that,” I say quickly.
She laughs, her soft chuckle curling around me as I relax back into her. “I’m not serious, Jaxon.”
“Thank God.”
“But if I was, you’d let me?”
“Only you, Rachel, only you.”
Her laugh turns to a moan as I begin to fuck her again. All thoughts leave my brain as my blood rushes south. I slam home, rub my pelvis against her swollen clit, and soon she’s coming all over my cock. As her release scorches me, I pound into her, then settle high inside so I can fill her with my cum. It fucks with my mind to know she’ll have my cum inside her when she goes to school today, keeping a part of me with her. I like that. Probably a little too fucking much.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you were going to make me come every day?” she says, her voice a soft, contented purr.
“You think I’d kid about something like that?” She laughs, and I roll off her. She curls into me and I give her a soft tap on the ass. “We’d bet get a move on. I have to wake Cassie.”
She nods, and with slow, relaxed movements that showcase a well-fucked woman, she climbs from the bed. I take in her beautiful body as she searches for her clothes.
She glances at me over her shoulder. “Are you just going to lay there and stare at me?”
“Thinking about it.”
“Move,” she says, and points a finger at me.
“I’m driving you to school.”
“You don’t have to. I can walk.”
“And I can drive you.” She turns, plants one hand on her hip and glares at me. “You’re kind of sexy when you’re trying to be tough.” She stares at me like she doesn’t know whether to laugh or smack me. “Makes me want to fuck you all over again.” I kick my sheets off, and stalk across the room, my footsteps loud on the floor. I tug her to me, and plant my mouth on hers. She tastes so fucking good, I’m not sure we’ll ever get out of this room, but the jiggling of my door knob stops me.
“Daddy?”
“Oh shit,” I mutter. Rachel backs up, and I scan the floor for my clothes. I grab my pants, and Rachel tosses me my T-shirt. I hurry into them.
“I don’t want her to get the wrong idea, Jaxon,” Rachel says quietly, her lashes blinking rapidly.
I scrub my face, and think about this turn of events. Fuck, I need to be more careful where Cassie is concerned. She’s my one priority in life, and I don’t want to fuck her up. She’s been through enough already. “I know.”
Rachel hurries to the bed, and starts to make it, and that’s when I clue in to what she’s doing. She’s as smart as she is beautiful. I open the door to find a sleepy Cassie rubbing her eyes. “Why are you up?” I ask her.
“I heard noises.” Her eyes open wide when she looks across the room. “Rachel!” she says, and my heart misses a beat. Apparently, I’m not the only one who likes our neighbor.
“Good morning, Cassie.” she says as she tucks the blankets in.
“Why are you here?”
“I’m here to help around the house, remember?”
Her nose crinkles as she thinks about that. “Will you help me with my bed?”
I open my mouth to tell her she can make her own bed, but Rachel reaches for her hand and says, “Sure.”
“I’ll start breakfast,” I say as my daughter drags our neighbor across the hall. I make a quick trip to the bathroom, then head to the kitchen. First thing I need is coffee. I’m sure Rachel does too. After I get the coffee going, I grab some eggs and start on an omelet. I’m almost done before I hear my girls coming down the hallway.
My girls.
Shit.
“Hey what took you so long?” I ask, but when I turn to see Cassie’s dressed, with a freshly scrubbed face, and braids, I realize how helpful Rachel is with my daughter.
“Look, Daddy,” Cassie says and does a twirl. “Rachel does a perfect twisted pony.”
“I see,” I say as she hops into her chair. I pour her orange juice as Rachel grabs two mugs and gets our coffee ready like she’s done this a million times before. Our hands brush as I take the mug from her, and I swear to fuck the electricity that just arced between us was enough to set my house on fire.
“Daddy, I don’t want to go to school today.”
My head rears back, concern tightening my gut. “But you love school.”
She frowns, and narrows her eyes. “When I’m on the swings, Jacob keeps pulling my hair.”
“Have you told your playground monitor?”
“She says boys do that when they like girls. That’s stupid, Daddy.”
A sound catches in Rachel’s throat and all eyes turn to her. She’s shaking her head as she pulls a chair out from the table and sinks into it. “Cassie, honey, no one should
