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“Hold on, Buddy,” she calls, spinning around the room in all her naked glory. Just seeing her has my cock springing to attention, wanting to sink inside her, but now is definitely not the time. Horror fills her features when her eyes fall to me, still lying on the bed. “Why don’t you watch some TV? I’ll be right out. Mom slept late this morning.”
“Okay, but don’t be long. It’s Saturday and Dylan’s coming over soon.” His footsteps thump down the hallway and the sound of cartoons suddenly streams from the TV.
“Oh no! We overslept. He’s not ready for this,” Arden whisper-hisses, waving at me while I climb from the bed and toss on my rumpled clothing. She’s panicking, so I nab her around the waist and pull her against me, even as she struggles to push me away.
“We didn’t do anything wrong, Sugar. But I can go out the window. He’ll never know I was here,” I say, kissing her head and loving the way she relaxes against me. Her head dips back, laying heavily on my shoulder, and it’s something. I shouldn’t read into it—but I can’t help it. You can trust me, baby. I promise.
“You would be okay with that?” she asks, vulnerability shining through. Arden doesn’t realize I would do anything for her and Theo—she doesn’t understand yet, but she will. My lips capture hers in a steamy kiss that does nothing for my raging hard-on.
“Wanna go on a trail ride with me? My mom can watch the boys. The woods are beautiful, and there is this beautiful waterfall I want to show you,” I say, thinking fondly of the lore of the goddess-blessed lake that helps people find their soul mates.
Arden bites her lip, not meeting my eyes, seeming suddenly shy and nervous. “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t be mad….” She begins, then trails off. And I hate the way she fidgets, the nerves. Not for the first time, anger boils through my blood. The desire to murder Theo’s father pounds through my veins, knowing that he dared to harm this glorious creature.
“Nothing you say could ever make me mad,” I swear.
“I’m not ready for someone else to watch Theo yet. Your mom seems lovely,” she rushes on. “But trusting new people with him is really hard.”
Hugging her tightly, I wrap her in my arms, marveling once again at how well we fit together. Our foreheads touch, and she rubs the tip of her nose against mine. “There’s no pressure, Arden. We can all go up there.”
“Or maybe we could do it Monday when he’s in school?” She looks up at me, eyes glinting with desire and mischief. Hell yes.
“It’s quieter on weekdays anyway,” I rasp, grinding my stiff cock against her belly. A flush darkens her cheeks and she nods.
“That sounds even better,” she sighs longingly.
With a last kiss and a promise of more time together, I sneak out the window and make my way toward my empty house, whistling for my dog.
Chapter Thirteen
Music hums from the radio, and I sing along, gliding around the small cabin to pick up some of our mess. Peering through the glass, I spy the boys playing, racing up and down the yard, rolling in the grass. Laughter peels through the screen, floating on the breeze and lifting my spirits even higher.
My whole body is sore, but I have never been so satisfied. Moving around the kitchen, my pussy twinges when I grab the bread and peanut butter to make sandwiches for the boys. Holy heck, does that man know how to make a woman feel good.
The swelling in my lips from his passionate kisses is a reminder of the night’s debauchery. And I want to do it again—already addicted. Shaking my head, I try to dispel my naughty thoughts. What was I doing?
Oh. Right. Butter knife. I open the drawer, take out a smooth silver knife, and get to work prepping and plating some food. Adding strawberries and bananas on the side, it seems like a well-balanced enough meal that I won’t be embarrassed if Dylan tells his parents what he ate for lunch.
Turning toward the table, I set down the food and head back toward the refrigerator to grab some drinks when the door to the cabin suddenly bursts open, banging with an ear-splitting crack that makes me jump. Whirling around, my anxiety calms when Dylan comes into view.
“Theo’s Mom. You need to come quick,” he gusts out, and my heart plummets into my stomach.
“Is Theo hurt?” The world narrows. My pulse thumps faster, creating a thrum in my ears. Dylan’s face is pale and his panic is contagious. I clench my hands around the top of a chair, wanting to grab him and demand answers, but he replies immediately.
“I don’t know,” Dylan says, tears in his eyes. “We were playing hide and seek and now I can’t find him.”
I can’t find him. I can’t find him. The words swirl, punching me in the gut and causing all the air to whoosh from my lungs. My body bends, doubling over as I gasp for air. Even though I know I have to get a grip, the panic is overwhelming.
“Show me where you saw him last,” I beg, ushering the afraid little boy out onto the porch. He jumps down the stairs and starts running full speed toward the edge of the yard. Toward the deep, dark mass of trees that used to seem so comforting.
I don’t think, don’t stop. I barely even notice that I’m only wearing socks as I jog after him.
Is he hurt?
Is he lost?
Did Frank find us? Did he take him?
