32. Baxter

CHAPTER 32

BAXTER

I fall asleep with Tammy curled against my side. It's kind of uncomfortable on the floor, but I couldn't move after our last session. The thought of having to climb a staircase was too much. My body was spent, drifting down from a high of mega proportions.

Having TT orgasm straight after me was fucking hot. I've never felt anything like it. Her pussy squeezed and spasmed around my cock. Not only did it feel sensational, but the view was amazing. Watching her ecstasy was the sexiest thing I've ever seen, her perfect tits rocking, her muscles taut with pleasure. Her teeth gently bit my fingers as I tried to quiet her and not wake Kai, and then she sucked my digits into her mouth before leaning over me and kissing me deep and long.

Her tongue is magic fire.

Her delicious nipples brushed against my bare chest, and I never want us to wear clothes around each other again. Skin on skin is the way God intended it, right?

I curl my arm around her back and nuzzle my nose into her hair, inhaling her sweet scent and feeling like the luckiest guy on the planet. I never knew she wanted me that day. I always assumed that I'd screwed it up, but she had regrets too.

Shit, if we'd managed to overcome it all, would she not have married Hudson?

Hudson.

Fuck.

She's still married to the guy. I mean, only technically. She's getting a divorce, but it's not final yet. I wonder when she'll file that paperwork. I don't even know how that all works. Does she need a lawyer first? Does she have a lawyer? Does she want my help, or is it best to stay right out of it?

I've heard the tail end of a few terse phone conversations, but I never know exactly who she's talking to. I've seen her texting with a deep scowl and assumed she was interacting with him, but she's never said, and I haven't asked.

But maybe I should.

It's probably time I find the courage to talk to her about all this, ask for details I don't want to hear. I need to be there for her in whatever capacity she wants me. So far, we've avoided all mention of Hudson. I've gotten the distinct sense that she doesn't even want to bring him into this place. She's after full escape. I get that, and I'm more than happy to honor it.

But… things have changed tonight, and maybe it's time we have some serious chats about her failed marriage. The thought makes my insides spasm and revolt. I hate those kinds of conversations.

I wish Hudson could get shoved into the past and stay there.

But that's impossible, because he's Kai's father, and even though I've picked up that he works long hours and isn't around much, surely he still cares about his kid, right? Surely he'll want to see his son again?

My stomach starts to ache with worry, and I feel like I'm losing Tammy all over again. It hurts, so I squeeze her a little tighter, brushing my lips across her soft skin. She rouses in the darkness. The fire is down to embers now, and there's only a faint orange glow highlighting our bodies. Our hands start to explore in the shadows, and soon I'm under the blanket, tasting her perfect body, painting pictures with my tongue and reveling in her sleepy moans. She spreads her legs for me, plunging her fingers into my hair and asking for me to kiss her in a sleepy voice that makes me wonder if she thinks she's dreaming.

I'm nervous, wondering exactly how to pleasure her as I tentatively stick out my tongue. Her moans guide me, and I taste every inch of her pussy, trying different angles and seeing how it affects her. She starts panting, fisting my hair to almost painful, especially when I sink my fingers inside her. With my tongue working her clit and my two fingers curling within her, she falls apart, shattering beneath my touch. Her wispy gasps and writhing body make me feel like a king, but it's not until I'm slipping inside her that I'm truly home.

I take things slow, rocking against her and lavishing her sleepy smile. Cruising my hand down her leg, I lift her knee, and she tucks her foot behind my back. I dive a little deeper, kissing her lips and holding her. She's my precious diamond, and I worship her body the way I always wanted to, marveling at how epic this all feels. I could stay in her all night, but my cock doesn't play fair. The orgasm suddenly hits me with an unexpected force. I bury my face in the crook of her neck and pour myself into her, feeling large chunks of my heart go with it.

She's always owned me, but now I'm lost to this woman.

No matter what happens, there can never be another.

Curling to her side, she nestles her luscious ass against my cock, and we fall asleep as one unit, two bodies fused together in perfect harmony.

Until the soft pattering of feet wakes me.

My eyes snap open, and I become instantly aware of the sky paling outside the window. I have no idea what time it is, but I ease away from Tammy's body, tucking the blanket around her to keep her warm and protected.

Scrambling for my jeans, I pull them on and carefully zip the fly before creeping out to the kitchen.

Fezzik is at the back door, scratching to get out. I open it for him, watching him shoot off the back stairs and race to the closest tree to relieve himself.

"I can't find Mommy." A worried voice makes me spin, and I glance at Kai's scared little face. "She didn't come to bed last night."

I scratch my chest, all too aware that I'm shirtless, then crouch down so I can be eye level with the kid. "She had a sleepover in the parlor last night." I hope my smile is casual enough. "She wanted to fall asleep by the fire, so we built a bed out of cushions."

His shoulders relax, but then he tips his head with a confused little frown. "Did you sleep there too?"

"Um… yep." I nod, panic sizzling through me as I try to come up for a good reason why. "I just wanted to keep her warm."

"She does get cold." Kai nods, like this is reasonable, then turns to go find her.

I grab his arm before he can take off. I doubt she wants to be discovered naked.

"Actually, buddy, she's not awake yet. Why don't you let her have a sleep in?"

"But I'm hungry." His lips turn into a pout.

I grin. "Well, luckily for you, I make some pretty mean pancakes. Wanna help me?"

"Pancakes?" If he was a puppy, his ears would be perking up right now.

I grin. "Yup."

"You got maple syrup?"

"Of course we do."

"And bananas?"

"You know it."

His eyes start dancing with enthusiasm as I tip my head toward the kitchen and lead him into the pantry. We pull out ingredients, and I find a couple aprons. I tie one around his tiny little waist, and we get to work, sifting flour, cracking eggs, and making a big ol' mess.

By the time Tammy shuffles into the kitchen, her hair all mussed, Kai and I are both covered in flour, have batter smeared across our faces, and he's singing some pancake song his mommy taught him.

"You wait for the bubbles, then you flip it o-ver." His little off-key voice is adorable and blends perfectly with Tammy's delighted laughter.

As I spin to drink her in, we share a special smile, and I swear I've never been so happy in my life.

Her eyes start to glisten, like maybe she's thinking the same thing, and I take a mental snapshot of her smile and those perfect dimples.