I just finish making a full spread breakfast that consist of bacon, eggs, pancake, fresh fruit, I got carried away with my thoughts for far too long, I take a look at the time and realize Jane hasn’t made it home yet. She should have been here by now. We’ve been trying to give her the freedom she wants as an adult, by not asking for her every move, but I still worry. I shoot her a text just to make sure she's okay. Mom: Are you okay?Jane: Everything’s good mom. Stuck in traffic be their soon. Mom: just checking love. Made breakfast. See you soon. A part of me did feel guilty for lusting after jane's friend. I have always been close to my daughter and even more so now that she is becoming an adult. Jane had always been headstrong, feisty, open minded and a loving girl. A secret like this could be detrimental to our relationship if not handled rightly. But that didn't mean it was impossible. I was never the type to give up hope without at least trying first.Since Jane won't be he
2 years later At 5 am my phone's alarm sounds, dragging me from a deep sleep. I quickly shut it off and snatch the baby monitor off the nightstand. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and confirm both babies are still asleep. My perfect little people. My heart beat fast every time I see their chocolate faces. Even this early in the morning. Even though the road was messy, unplanned, and stressful, I’m grateful for my kids. If someone had told me 2 years ago this would have been my life, I would have fallen over laughing in their face. There’s no way in hell i could have dreamed this up. After what was supposed to be a one night stand, my entire world had flipped upside down. It had been almost 2 years since the and two years since I even talked to Jane. We had returned to our apartment after the trip, and after about a week later I had finally started to act somewhat normal around her. I tried to put Scott and ivy behind me and focus on my studies and being a better friend. I ha
Still thinking of the past when my phone alerts me with a text that reminds me that I need to get my sss up before the twins do. I had been laying on the bed, reminiscing for over an hour, throwing myself off schedule. I check my phone while heading toward my en-suite bathroom. Miranda: good morning sunshine, can you grab thermal tape on your way in? Ran out of that huge birthday order. Claire: good morning on it.That means a stop at the craft store after dropping the twins at daycare. Which meant my mommy's morning would be cut short. I had the same routine every morning since moving to Orlando. Wake up before the twins to have a couple of hours to myself where Mommy didn't have to be a mommy for an hour or two in the morning. I'd usually shower while trying to remind myself I made the right decision and that I'm continuing to make the right decision by keeping my kids to myself. Other mornings, I'm touching myself to the memory of Scott and ivy, and the crazy night and morning we
Chapter 12 After trying to calm her tears, she finally look up at me with tears-stained cheeks. Even a crying mess, she is still so damn pretty. I couldn’t just let her run away again. I use my thumbs to wipe the tears away. “Whatever it is, princess. You can truth me with it, baby, I promise,” I tell her then kiss her forehead. We just stand there in the parking lot of a small shopping complex holding each other when I finally feel her nod her head yes. “Do you want to sit in my car or yours?” I ask taking a glance toward her car. I notice she has two car seat bases in the backseat. I wonder if she's been nannying in the time she’s been gone. My mind races with all the possibilities that could have driven her from us.She clears her throat before speaking. “We can sit in yours,” she finally speaks a little stronger.I nod, finally releasing her, and guide her to the back seat of my new Audi. We climb into the car and it's silent for a few minutes in the small confines of my backset
All I could do for the past week was to keep myself busy with the twins and work. I wipe the sweat from my forehead as I remove my 10th tumbler of the day from the steam press. It had been radio silence for 7 entire days. I haven't heard from Scott, ivy, or even Jane. I'm sure the cat was out of the bag now. I couldn't blame them for hating me. What I did was unforgivable. After I told Scott I carried his children he clenched his jaw tight and didn't say a word, his arms loosened from around my waist. I thought he would throw me off him, but he didn't move. I was expecting immediate anger or some kind of reaction, but I got nothing. He just watched me with what seemed like a mix of emotions, trying to claw their way out at the same time. I calmly climbed off his lap, gave him my card, and told him we could talk when he was ready, but if he didn't want to, I would completely understand. Then I got out of his car. Threw me back into mine, and raced home. Since then it's been nothing. S
Chapter14When I opened the door, ivy stands at my doorstep looking just as sexy as the day I worked in on them. This time, she’s fully clothed in a pair of ripped jeans that look like they were painted on her curvy body, a white tank top that allows her breast to poke through, and a pair of strappy heels that show off her pedicured toes. Ivy is, and always be, a fucking goddess. Scott is a very lucky man. “Hi,” words finally leaves my lips as my eye roam her body, and my pussy begins to throb. “Is anyone home?” She asks, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as my eyes meet hers. “Huh?” I ask because I’m not sure I heard her right. “Fuck, princess,” she licks her lips. “ is anyone home? Are the kids here?”“No.” I give her a one-word response because I'm not sure how this is going to go. Maybe she wants to kill me.“Good,” she says stepping into the house, forcing me to take a step back. “Because I'm gonna fuck you princess, and when I'm done, you're going to answer every one
Chapter15 “ Okay. Your room then, princess.” I reach my hand out to her and she locks her fingers with mine. With a gentle tug, she leads the way to the stairs that must lead to her bedroom. On the way, I get quick glance of photo on the wall of her and the kids, happy moment she's shared with them over the year. One boy and one girl that I can tell from even just a glance are Scott kids. They have scott's eyes. Claire didn't look back once as she leads me, and it makes it easier to save my questions for later.Her home is beautiful and has the perfect amount of space for her and the kids. She’s decorated every inch of her place and it makes me smile at how homey it feels. We make it up the stairs and to a closed door at the end of the hall before she stops and turns toward me.she Has hope in her eyes but I'm not sure for what. “ I didn’t want to run off like that, ivy. I swear to you, i really didn’t. The night with you and Scott, I wanted that. It was everything and I didn’t w
Chapter 16 “ I fucking love this fucking sloppy Pussy, Claire,” she groans buckling her hips faster. Give me that nut princess. I’m almost there,” sha moans slapping my breast, sweat dripping down the side of her face. The pain from the slap mixes with the pleasure and it sends me to a whole new height. “ it get so wet for me. Always so fucking messsy.”“Fuck, ivy,” I moan into my panties as my stomach tightens. I can tell my orgasm isn’t far away. I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold on much longer. She slaps my breast again, dragging a long groan out of me. It hurts but feels so fucking good at the same time. I haven’t felt this much pleasure since that morning with her and Scott. Of course, I had toys to deal with my needs since then but it didn’t compare to this. The feeling of wanting to cum but wanting her to cum too. I missed having an intimate connection with someone. “Are you going to cum for me baby?” She purrs, taunting me, and I nod at her quickly, feeling all control r