Page 88 of Untroubled Heart

“I can try to put her down so we can both eat,” she says, serving a spoonful of salad on her plate.

“No. I wanna hold her.” I adjust Navie in my arms, so she’s lying back, head in the crook of my elbow and body tucked against my stomach. She lies there quietly, curious eyes looking between me and her mum.

I can feel Callie’s eyes on me, and she serves me a plate too.

“How’s your mum doing?”

Callie sighs. “Throwing herself back into work, but it’s better than how she used to get when Dad wouldn’t come home. She’d never want to leave the house, but now she’s keeping herself busy. Distracting herself. I spoke to Caspian yesterday, and he said she’s spending more time with her friends, ones that she’d pulled back from a little over the years.”

“Are you still thinking you’ll take a drive back home to see her?”

She nods. “I think I should. It’ll be good to see my brother, too. I miss him.”

By the time we finish lunch, Navie has passed out in my arms. I almost don’t want to put her down, too content to hold her, but I also can’t pass up some alone time with her mum.

It’s too easy to picture this as my normal life. Working with Callie every day, then coming home to the both of them every night.

My parents have always worked together, and I used to wonder if they ever got sick of each other’s company. I guess the difference is finding someone who’s not just a lover but a friend. Someone who brings excitement and challenge as much as they bring peace in the quiet.

I set up a travel cot earlier in one of the bedrooms. Callie stays with Navie until she’s settled while I clean the dishes, then sit back down, arms stretched over the chair as I wait.

When Callie walks back in, baby monitor in hand, she give me a curious look.

“Is she down?” I ask.

Callie nods, settling the monitor on the bench, and I tap the table in front of me.

“What?” She chuckles.

“Sit.”

“Here?” She slides behind the booth, seated on the table beside me instead of in front of me.

I grab her ankle, lifting it over my lap as I slide over, keeping her legs apart so I can settle my shoulders between them.

“Good boys eat at the table.”

I trace my fingers up the inside of her thigh until I reach her bathers and pull them aside.

My groan is deep with want, my cock thickening in my swim shorts, aching to be inside her.

“I’m going to eat this pretty pussy, and then I’m going to fuck you.” My thumb rubs over her clit, and she moans softly. “Any objections?”

“What if someone sees?”

“No one’s around.” I press a kiss to the side of her knee. “Do you trust me?”

She nods, her chest heaving, and she opens her legs wider. I pull her forward until her bare cunt is just inches from my face. Grinning, I lean in and drag my tongue from her opening to her clit. Callie drops her head back with a gasp as she grips my hair and rolls her hips.

“Fuck,” I groan as I eat her just as desperately as she fucks herself against my face.

She eases back until she’s reclining against the tabletop, and her moans grow breathless. Her other hand grips my head as her feet press into my back. I suck on her clit, flicking my tongue back and forth until she’s crying my name.

By the time she coats my tongue with her release, my dick is spilling pre-cum.

I slide along the bench seat to get up, gripping her thighs to swivel her body around. Her legs hang off the end, and I make quick work of ridding us both of our clothes, save for her hot pink bikini top.

Her hand finds my wrist as I hold her steady, fingers spanning the ink over her thigh. She’s writhing in place, looking so fucking hot as she waits for me to take her.