I can feel the tension ratcheting up in Lara’s body too, and I know she’s right on the edge, riding that wave with me, so close she can taste it but so far it seems like forever away. In the back of my mind I half-realize that we’d better finish soon, but I can’t think about it for more than just a second. Before I know it, I’m struggling to hold back the climax I can feel like a vice gripping my balls.
But I feel Lara’s muscles tighten around my cock and I feel her shiver and then she moans against my neck long and low and I know she’s hit her climax first. I ride through it, holding back with an effort that seems to be harder than anything I’ve ever done in my life, wanting to feel her finish completely, wanting to enjoy this as much as humanly possible.
I let her cool off for a few moments and then I’m right back at it, almost pounding into her. I only barely remember that my daughter’s asleep on the other end of the house, I’m so desperate to finally get off. I feel Lara’s body tensing again, and I hold back just a little while longer so we can finish at the same time.
When it happens, it’s as good as it’s ever been in my entire life, maybe better than it’s ever been. I don’t know, but every nerve in my body tingles as I finally give into the climax, coming hard deep inside of Lara, and I feel her coming too, clutching me like she’s clinging to me for life itself as her body shakes and tightens around me. We keep going until neither of us can move an inch, both of us panting and gasping for breath, and then we just collapse onto the couch tangled up in each other.
As soon as I catch my breath I know I want to go again right away, but I also know that Riley’s probably going to wake up in a matter of minutes, and while she can’t quite get out of her crib, I don’t want the guilt of leaving my little girl alone, awake, wondering what happened.
I pull myself up, my cock still buried in Lara, and look down at her. She’s still flushed, but she’s got that climax-drunk look on her face, in her eyes, that tells me she’s as satisfied as a person can be. For a fraction of a second, it reminds me of Alexis, the way she looked after we’d finished together that one time, and then the reminder is gone, and I’m back in the moment with Lara, no ghosts in the room with us.
“We have to go through with it,” Lara says, looking up at me, and for a second I’m confused.
“Oh, yeah,” I say, once the blood flow to my brain gives me the chance to think.
“We need to just…” Lara sighs and shakes her head. “It’s going to be ugly,” she says.
“It is, but it would be way uglier to let them keep going,” I point out.
Lara thinks about that for a second and nods. “They’re obviously not going to do the right thing, for whatever reasons they have,” she agrees.
“I really thought I could get my parents to get the point. But obviously they’re set against Nathan. And Nathan’s set against me,” I say. I hate the fact of that, I hate it for me, I hate it for Riley, and I hate it for Alexis, who would have never wanted any of this. Who had hoped that her provision for Riley would bring us all together, not tear us apart even more. Well in at least one way she got her wish, I think absently. I don’t know if Alexis thought anything would come about between me and Lara, but I know, she’d told me, that she wanted me to move on, to be happy with someone else if she died first. I’d wanted the same for her.
“If they’re not going to suck it up and be mature, we’re going to have to make it impossible for any of them to win,” Lara says quietly.
“We already have the plan, unless you’ve changed your mind?”
Lara shakes her head to tell me that she hasn’t.
We’d been talking about what we would do, what our “nuclear option” would be, if we couldn’t convince our parents to drop their cases against each other and us. The court date to go over Nathan’s case against me and my parents’ case against Nathan is only a couple of weeks away. More than enough time for our plan.
“Let’s get dressed. We should get Riley up, anyway,” Lara says, squirming underneath me.
I grin and climb off her, pulling out with only a little bit of regret. I could happily spend the rest of the evening making up for how terrible Thanksgiving was, but my daughter has to come first.
“Maybe we can order some pizza or something,” I suggest. Lara frowns in confusion as she pulls on her panties, and then laughs, shaking her head again.
“Yeah, I guess I should be more bummed about the lack of leftovers, especially since I cooked,” she says, sighing.
“I have a feeling everyone’s going to regret how things went down today. But pizza should be pretty good,” I say. I pull on my clothes and go to get my daughter from her nap, thinking about just how bad things have to be for Riley’s own grandparents to ruin her Thanksgiving.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Lara
I’ve never been to the courthouse before. The couple of traffic tickets I’ve gotten I paid online without contesting. The family court seems weirdly grim, with the paint job that I’m sure some contractor told the state government would be soothing. Instead the colors just give me the same kind of feeling
