Under her hand, Brandon’s mouth was warm and wet. She could feel his lips parted slightly, and the smooth push–pull of his breath. A tiny muffled noise vibrated her palm, but her fingers kept it trapped.
She let her gaze go to the ceiling, as though assessing it, then back at him. A small shake of her head, and he got it. She didn’t need to spell it out for him.
Silence.
She moved on him, rocking her hips. She moved slowly, twisting her body on each down stroke to make sure her clit rubbed just right on his belly. In moments her cunt slickened with desire, easing each thrust until they rocked together as smoothly as if they were part of one another.
His hands slid beneath her ass to make it easier for her to move; Leah gripped him with her thighs and locked her ankles to give herself leverage to fuck onto him harder. Faster.
She could have told him to be quiet and assumed he’d do his best, but this … this was … she wanted to make her own noises at how this made her feel. Under her hand, his mouth opened. His cries leaked out but she held them tight and quiet. Hidden. Secret.
He closed his eyes and leant into her as she fucked him. They moved together. His throat worked as he cried out with each thrust, but her hand kept him locked up tight.
The white-noise buzz filled her ears again. Great, sparkling ripples of ecstasy flooded her, and she bit back her cry as she came.
Brandon shuddered. His teeth pressed her palm and she let go of his mouth to muffle him with her kiss. She took her name from his lips inside her mouth and swallowed it, then came again as he shuddered into climax.
Sweat glued them together, and muscles she hadn’t known she was using ached as Leah relaxed into Brandon’s arms. He buried his face into her neck, kissing her before just resting. Quiet. She smelt his soap-and-water scent but also the unmistakable aroma of their fucking.
‘Guess we’ll have to wash the sheets,’ he murmured, and she jerked away to look at him, appalled. ‘I’m kidding!’
She moved off him to hop/skip/jump into the bathroom before she could leave a stain. ‘Not funny!’
He followed her and leant in the doorway while she turned the water on in the shower. ‘You really are worried, aren’t you?’
Leah stepped in before the water was even hot. ‘I don’t want your parents to think I’m fucking you raw on their pull-out sofa, OK?’
‘Not raw.’
She glared, even though with that rumpled hair and just-fucked grin she really wanted to kiss him. ‘I’m serious.’
He nodded and stepped into the shower with her. There wasn’t nearly enough room for them both, hell, he had to duck just to get under the spray when he was in there alone. But when he tucked her up against him so she could breathe in the familiar, beloved scent of him and the water finally got hot, how could she complain?
‘I love you,’ Brandon said with the confidence of a man who has no doubt his love mattered. ‘And relax, my parents do, too.’
Which was, Leah thought as the steam hid her face from him, a big part of the problem.
3
PALE MORNING LIGHT came through the window Dix had left open the night before. Kate stretched and snuggled back against him. He’d put a shirt and his boxers on, which she knew annoyed him when she was in his bed. But his kids were in the house and, with Pickles around, one never knew when he’d have to do something any normal simian could handle.
He stirred against her and she smiled as one of his hands tiptoed up her thigh. She’d put on a pair of his boxers too, with her T-shirt, but it wasn’t a barrier he had any trouble getting past. Her cunt bloomed for him as he pressed his wakening cock against her ass.
He pressed closer, kissing the back of her neck, groaning when she reached around and into his boxers to grasp him. Her thumb spread the bead of pre-come around the head of his cock.
The bedroom door swung open. ‘Charles, what do want for breakfast? Oh! Oops!’ Pickles stood in the doorway and Kate nearly lost her mind.
‘Damn it, Eve! Don’t you knock?’ Dix roared as he sat up.
Kate narrowed her eyes at the other woman and asked quietly, ‘Where are the girls?’
Eve, not as dumb as she led people to believe, looked caught, like a deer in the headlights. This cheered Kate immensely. The part of her that relished the courtroom, relished devouring an opponent until they were nothing but a stain on the carpet, clicked into place.
‘They’re already gone. Out with friends.’
Good.
Kate sat up, not bothering to cover herself. She’d rarely been as angry as she was right then. This little foray into their bedroom was a direct assault and this passive-aggressive bitch needed to be taken down.
A giggle escaped Eve. A fucking giggle. ‘I’m sorry! I just forgot. I’m so used to coming and going in my house.’ Her perfectly manicured fingers flailed around as she attempted to look frail and upset, which only pissed Kate off more.
Dix started to speak but Kate held her hand out. ‘You’re a piece of work, you know that? I’ve been nice. I’ve been understanding. But I’m not a doormat and you’re not going to keep doing this. You knew we were in here. You slept alone, clue number one. A closed door, clue number two. You’ve been divorced for nine years, clue number three. You’re not as stupid as you pretend to be so don’t try to play me. He might feel guilty but I don’t.’
‘I’m sorry if you feel that way.’ The smirk ruined that little gambit.
Kate shook her head. Amateur. ‘Oh the non-apology apology. The domain of the passive-aggressive gigglers like
