“You gonna play with your pussy while I fuck you?” I ask, myeyes riveted on her hand.
“I need it,” she groans.
I thrust hard and fast. Her head drops against my chest as she cries out. I feel her pussy tighten, and I draw my hand between her thighs as we both play with her clit.
“Fuck, you’re soaked!” I groan, stroking as I pound into her from behind.
With three more flicks of her clit, her body goes taut in my arms, and a small gasp escapes her lips. I slam into her as her pussy clasps around my dick.
Every nerve ending in my body explodes, and I come inside her. My hands grasp her hips, her chest falling to the bed as I pull her ass against me, my dick slamming inside her. I groan my release as I shoot ropes of cum inside her.
“Mikayla!” I groan as her pussy tightens, drawing me in deeper.
Together we collapse, our breaths coming in heavy and sporadic.
Once I’m able to breathe, I swat her ass and kiss her neck. “We need to shower. How about we hit up the Farmer’s Market, then the Space Needle and the Great Wheel?” I suggest.
“I can’t move,” Mikayla groans as she turns over. “Ah!” she cries out when I grab her ankle and pull her toward the foot of the bed and toss her over my shoulder. “What the fuck, Caine!”
I smack her ass, carrying her to the bathroom. “I need food.”
Once we shower, take care of our morning needs, and change, we head to Jack’s room and knock on the door. I frown when he answers the door, a phone to his ear.
“Mom, I’m going to change my phone number. I’m not doing this with you,” he says as he pockets his keycard and shuts the door.
I can hear Heidi yelling over the phone. Unthinkingly, I grab the phone and hold it to my ear.
“She’s poisoned you. Don’t you see?” she yells, crying.
“I see that suggestion of therapy fell on deaf ears,” I say as we walk down the hall to the elevator.
“Who the hell are you?” she asks, the tears gone in the blink of an eye.
“I’m Caine Montgomery. Google me,” I say before hanging up the phone and handing it to Jack.
“What?” Mikayla asks. “Why?”
“Because now she knows neither of you needs her,” I say definitively.
We pick a small restaurant near Pike Place Market to have breakfast. One of the things I’m finding I love the most is how supportive of small businesses this major city is, and apparently, big chains aren’t the only coffee shop in town.
We walk around the market, checking out the weird little shops. I buy some orange, black loose-leaftea for my mother with a cool teapot and mugs.
For my dad, I buy a North Face fleece, and just to piss off my brothers, I buy them Seattle Ironbacks’ hats from the Seattle Shirt Company store on the pier.
With a shit ton of bags, we make our way to the rides. I get us the VIP gondola for the Great Wheel. It’s an unusually sunny day in Seattle, and the view over the Sound to the mountains is pretty spectacular.
“I love the water,” Mikayla whispers as the gondola hovers above the Sound.
“You think you’ll be happy in Texas? Without the lake?” Jack asks. “Without the Sound?”
Mikayla smiles and looks over at him. Jack sits across from us. “Caine’s property has a river that runs through it,” she says dreamily. “It’s perfect.”
“It’s your home too,” I point out. But she just rolls her eyes.
“What the hell?” I ask, annoyed with her. “It’s your home,” I repeat.
“I don’t own any part of that property or house, let alone anything in it,” she says. “Do I feel at home, absolutely, is it my home? I…”
