36. Tessa

36

Tessa

I shove the pile of laundry into the washing machine and select a hot program. Harry's borrowed clothes are looking decidedly worse for wear after a morning spent making mud castles by the pond.

Chloe's clothes aren't much better either. She likes to wear her food most mealtimes, and tomato sauce is hellishly hard to get out of white cotton.

The two of them are napping, and I'm taking advantage of the peace to catch up on the laundry. Despite not having a job here, it feels like I never get any time to do chores. Not that I need to. Madden's made it clear more than a few times that my only job is to take care of the kids and myself.

If I were a different person, I'd relish the thought of sitting around chilling with the kids all day, every day. But I can't do that. Being useless makes me itchy. I need to keep busy. If nothing else, it stops me from spiraling.

Just as the machine rumbles into life, two large hands snake around my waist, and I yelp with shock.

"Gotcha," Cin chuckles in my ear.

We've danced around each other for days. Every time he looks at me, I remember the way his mouth felt between my legs and the sheer ecstasy of the orgasm he gave me. It's been hard to think about anything else.

And even harder to mask my thoughts from Madden, who I'm certain suspects something happened the night we all sat in the living room to watch a movie.

Kade threw me a few curious looks too when he showed up with my stuff, in between his usual scowls. He left the same night.

I expected him to stay - he looked exhausted - so it was a surprise to learn he'd left. I still have no clue why Cin was bruised to shit either. Madden wasn't, so Kade and Cin must have had some kind of fight. I hope it wasn't about me, but Cin refused to tell me when I asked.

Knowing Kade had driven all this way to drop my shit off made me feel guilty but then I remembered what an asshole he was about the credit card and soon got over it.

I didn't ask him to make the trip. He could have dumped my shit at my father's house. It's only some clothes and toiletries. Nothing I can't live without. The kids have enough clothes here thanks to Madden's sister, and I can make do with the few bits I've borrowed from what she left behind.

If I get desperate, I may end up using my father's credit card to order some new clothes, but only if I have no choice. I'm already beholden to him for keeping us safe. Spending his dirty money is a step too far at this point.

Cin pulls me back into his arms and nibbles my neck. He feels so good. Smells divine too, but we can't do this. Not while the kids are sleeping nearby and Madden is somewhere close.

"Cin," I protest, trying to push his hands away from where they are creeping up under my loose sweater toward my boobs.

"Shh, we don't have long and I've been dying to touch you."

"Madden might—"

"Madden's gone out." He cups my tits and I groan. They are achy and sensitive, and his touch feels so fucking good.

"We still shouldn't be..." My voice trails off when he yanks my bra cups down and caresses my swollen breasts.

"Fuck, I love your tits!" I can tell he does from the way his hard cock throbs against my ass.

My whole body melts under his touch. I'm well aware this is fucking insane, but my brain has switched off and my pussy is running the show.

I don't protest when he spins me around and his hot mouth latches onto one breast while he pinches and plays with my other nipple. It shouldn't be arousing at all. My breasts are no longer objects of sexual desire. They are a source of nutrition for my baby.

It should feel wrong letting Cin do this, but I can't stop him. I don't want to stop him. He's giving me way too much pleasure, and fuck me, I need it.

He tugs my sweatpants down and pushes my panties aside to find me wet and wanting.

"Fuck, sweetness, you're dripping for me," he says around my nipple like he can't quite believe I'd want him as badly as I do. Which is ridiculous. The man's a sex god. I've seen how many likes he gets for a shirtless photo on Instagram. He has millions of adoring fans.

And yeah, I have stalked his Instagram. It's my guilty pleasure when I can't sleep.

"Cin," I groan when his fingers slide inside me. I'm so close to the edge that I feel like screaming with frustration when he pulls away.

Then he yanks his shorts down and his cock springs out. And fuck me, it's magnificent. Long, thick, and achingly hard. He takes my hand and wraps it around his shaft, half-closing his eyes with pleasure.

I stroke his dick while he finger-fucks me. It's the hottest mutual masturbation session I've ever had. With each up and down stroke, he uses his thumb to caress my clit.

"That's it," he murmurs, breathing hard, like me. We're both on the edge of coming. My pussy clenches and ripples, desperate to be filled. As the washing machine shakes, I shake too. My legs are so wobbly I can barely stand. The only thing holding me up is Cin's arm around my waist.

He lifts me onto the washing machine. As the drum starts to spin, the vibrations ramp up the pleasure that's coursing through me. Cin's fingers plunge inside me, stroking my inner walls as I ride his hand.

"I need you to fuck me," I tell him. His fingers inside me feel divine but it's not enough. I take his cock and place it at my center. There's a moment of doubt when I think about all the times sex got me into trouble, like when I let Enzo fuck me bare for the first time and I fell pregnant with Harry.

But this is different. Cin is not Enzo.

"Trust me when I say I want this too." Cin's expression is tight. I can feel him. One small nudge and he'd be inside me, where we both want him to be. "Are you on birth control?"

"I have the implant. And I'm clean." I made sure I got tested while I was pregnant with Chloe, and Enzo hasn't touched me since.

"Me too." He exhales slowly, momentarily closing his eyes like he's barely in control of his body. "We do this and there's no going back, sweetness. I will not be your dirty little secret. Are we clear?"

I nod. "Just fuck me already!"

Cin grins and does exactly as I ask. He pushes inside me and we both groan. The stretch is almost painful after so long without sex, but I don't care. He feels too damn good. I can feel all of him, every thick inch of his dick, as it rubs against my inner walls.

A little voice inside my head tells me I'm one of many. Nothing special. A hot, wet hole. But I ignore that bitch. Even if I am just a fuck to him, someone to help pass the time while he's unable to do his normal job, I don't care.

I need this as much as he does. And I'm done pushing my own needs aside for the sake of everyone else in my life.

Cin's mouth captures mine in a fiery kiss as he moves inside me. I'm not going to last long, and I suspect he isn't either. After three days of extended foreplay, it's surprising we haven't come already.

With every thrust of his dick, his tongue fucks my mouth while one hand squeezes and caresses my breast. When he pinches my nipple hard, I explode.

The rumble of the washing machine fades away as pleasure overtakes me. I feel Cin pulsing inside me, hot and hard, as he finds his own pleasure. When we finally come down from our high, the machine is beeping like crazy and I realize I've accidentally pressed the pause button.

Cin reaches down between us and turns the cycle back on. The machine vibrates as fluid drips down my thighs.

"What about Madden?" I ask when my brain comes back online. Cin tucks a lock of hair back behind my ear as his dick slips out of me. We both grimace at the sticky mess left behind.

Then I decide I feel too boneless and sated to care about making a mess in the laundry room. Who the fuck cares? It's a place for dirty clothes; hygiene isn't an issue.

"What about him?" he replies as he tucks his dick away and lifts me off the washing machine.

"You and him, I mean?"

"Leave Madden to me. This doesn't change what I have with him." He pauses. "You know he wants you too, right?"

I stare up at him in surprise. Cin pulls me against his chest. Having expected him to cool off how he's had me, the affectionate way he rubs the back of my neck while staring down at me throws me a little.

"He does?" I'm not convinced. Madden has done nothing to suggest he likes me in that way. I assumed he was only really into Cin, and encouraging me to join in was for Cin's benefit, not his.

Maybe I've read him all wrong.

The sound of the front door slamming makes us both jump. We share a guilty look for a moment, then Cin drops a lingering kiss on my bruised lips and leaves the laundry room. I stare at the small wet patch on the washing machine and sigh. Thank god someone left a pile of dirty towels on the floor.

Not that it helps me; I'm going to have to grab a quick shower before the kids wake.