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“Attractive or fuckable?” I asked, glancing at the kids, knowing Tammy and Caitlin were well out of earshot with them. Leaning close to her ear I murmured in a low seductive tone, “You’re so fucking hot for me, I bet those panties you’re wearing are annoying the fuck out of your sweet drenched pussy. Admit it, you wish they were my fingers, or this,” I said, swirling my tongue around my lips.
“Sawyer!” she admonished, her eyes immediately flashing her desire and staining her cheeks pink. Seeing her reaction made me chuckle and she smacked me playfully upside the head. I got a kick out of getting a rise out of her that way, and my cock grew thicker against my zipper.
“Being inside you last night and this morning was like foreplay for the way I’m going to fuck you tonight,” I warned. “I love what that kid does for my heart,” I stated, nodding toward her son, “my dick on the other hand is a totally different story. He’s sleeping in the farthest room down the hall upstairs.”
“Aw look,” Billie said, changing the subject as she nodded toward all the children. I turned to see Colby sitting on a couch, his legs barely reached the edge of my parents’ deep-cushioned seat with my baby niece, Bethany on his lap. His face looked a picture, with the delightful beaming smile he wore as he protected her little body against his chest.
My heart lurched because I knew if Billie ever decided to add to the family, I suspected there would be little to no protest from her son. “I didn’t know he liked babies,” she mused, her watery gaze transfixed for a moment toward him before she glanced up at me. I thought she’d wanted to say something else but after a few seconds she took a deep breath, exhaled, and looked away.
“So?” I asked, not allowing the subject to pass since I knew she had something on her mind.
“What?” she replied, too quickly.
“The thought you just shoved to the back of your mind, what was it?” I prompted. “Honesty and trust, remember?” I said, reminding her that if our relationship was going to work, we couldn’t afford to let our thoughts from the past or our age get in the way.
“I never intended for Colby to be an only child. When I first got with Logan, I envisioned a brood of kids, ideally four, but Logan had other ideas. Having Colby … let’s just say fatherhood didn’t come easy for him. He isn’t a bad father, it’s only that … he struggles to relate to little people. His mom says he was born old.”
“For the record, I’d give both my nuts to see you pregnant. I think we’d make beautiful babies together, but I won’t regret being with you if we don’t, and despite what you may think, I don’t think Logan’s a bad father either. What I see is a guy who’s unsure of himself, who needs to feel important to like himself, and frankly I don’t think he feels important … especially right now.” Billie looked stunned by my assessment of him.
“Why would you say that?” she asked frowning.
“Nice house in a nice neighbourhood, status job, beautiful wife who produces an heir, most guys would stop there. You’ve told me there were times when you felt invisible, you weren’t. He wanted others to see you, to envy him, and the life that he led. You said it yourself, Logan was all about himself, for himself… self-important.”
“That’s not a very attractive proposition, it implies my marriage wasn’t real.”
“Oh, it was real, Billie, but you were both in it for different reasons. For you it was love, for Logan, you were part of his ideal image.”
“And where did Poppy fall into this then?”
“My guess? As Colby grew, your attention became focused on his needs and in his immaturity; Logan thought he became less important to you. To a weak guy like him, being hit on by a younger woman is no challenge at all. And his appearance at your house for Christmas? That was likely the first opportunity he’d had for an excuse to test the water with you, since Poppy was safely tucked out of the way in Vermont.”
“Can I go swimming with the others, Mom?” Colby asked, interrupting our conversation. “Tammy said she has some blue board shorts of Milly’s I can wear as swim shorts.”
“Sure,” Billie said, smiling instantly at her son, like the conversation we had been having hadn’t had any impact. “Make sure you stay near the adults and do as your asked without hesitation,” she added, like sending her son to swim with two strangers was the most natural thing in the world.
“You trust them?” I asked, knowing how protective she was of Colby.
“I do, they’re family now. Colby’s an excellent swimmer, but I know they’ll take good care of him.”
