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“I’m sure we’ll see you and Brielle again very soon. We have dinner together every few weeks, so I’ll be sure Payton mentions it to you when we plan the next gathering,” Emma adds as she steps in and wraps her arms around my waist.
Glancing over at Payton, her eyes are sad again, which tells me there’s a good chance I won’t actually be invited to the next family dinner. “Thank you for the invite, Emma,” I reply, not really knowing what else to say.
Suddenly, her frail arms tighten around my waist and I feel hands grip my ass. This little sprite of a woman has two handfuls of my ass and a broad smile across her face. “Oh, Dean, the pleasure is all mine.”
“Grandma, let go of my man’s ass,” Payton chastises from behind. Lexi dies laughing when she finally lets go, but not without a quick squeeze for good measure.
“What can I say, she’s an ass man,” Orval whispers as he leads his wife towards the door.
“Keep your wife under control,” Payton reprimands.
“There’s no controlling her, my dear. She’s as wild as the wind.”
“And you love it,” Grandma adds before he leads her out the door. “Come on, Lex. We’ll take you back home.”
“I’m wishing I had driven myself,” Lexi whispers as she crosses in front of us and follows behind her grandparents.
After final goodbyes and promises to take Bri roller skating, they head off to their car parked on the side of the street. I go to take my daughter’s hand, but find she’s already in Payton’s arms. They’re ahead of me now, walking towards my car, discussing the upcoming trip to the skating rink.
I’ll be honest, I’m confused. She has been pushing me away for the last few weeks, but calls me her man in front of her family. She’s planning a trip with my daughter, but makes me wonder if she’ll actually be around long enough to go on said trip. I’m confused as hell, and there’s only one way to find out what’s going on.
Or one person who can explain it to me.
We get in my car and pull out, but I have no intention of heading towards Payton’s house. We’re talking tonight, and I’ve got my daughter. Therefore, the only way to achieve this is to head to my house.
“Where are we going?” Payton asks from the passenger seat as I pass her street and head towards mine.
“My place.”
“Why?”
“I have to get Bri home and in bed, and I think we need to talk.” I glance over and see her staring at me. Her throat bobs as she swallows, but gives me a quick nod.
“You could have dropped me off so I could get my car.”
“True,” I concede, keeping my eyes on the road, “but this way you can’t sneak out without me knowing.” I offer her a quick smile and a wink, but honestly, it’s the truth. I hide my smirk knowing that she won’t be able to leave without a ride back to her place, and therefore, will be forced to stay with me. All night. All weekend. Forever.
Yeah, let’s go with that.
Back at my place, I’m second fiddle as Bri asks Payton to help her with her bath and get ready for bed. If she was uncomfortable with helping my daughter with her nightly routine, she didn’t show it. In fact, it was as natural as if it were an actual mother/daughter relationship. Again, my heart pounds in my chest.
I read a book, followed by one from Payton. Even though there’s a bit of begging and pleading, we finally get Bri into bed and the lights off. She gives dozens of hugs and kisses to each of us, asking tons of questions and trying to prolong bedtime as long as humanly possible. You gotta give her props for trying, right?
Finally, Payton and I are alone in the living room. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Just water,” she says quietly after taking a seat on the couch.
Heading into the kitchen gives me a few minutes to get my thoughts together. I know we need to talk, but there’s a nagging fear inside of me that reminds me that this could be the last time she’s sitting on my couch after putting my daughter to bed. After a few calming, cleansing breaths, I head back into the living room with two glasses of water.
“Thank you.” Our fingers touch as she grabs the glass, causing those pesky, familiar lightning bolts of lust to strike my cock. Apparently, the wayward appendage doesn’t care that we’re about to break-up.
I take a seat across from the couch on the loveseat. As much as I’d love to sit beside her and pull her into my arms, I need to keep my head about myself, and therefore, keep my hands off her. We stare at each other, neither of us really knowing what to say. She looks sad and resolved, her green eyes dim.
“How have you been? I haven’t seen you much lately,” I start.
“Okay. I’ve spent some time with Meghan. She wants to move, says it’s too hard to stay in the house that they just got, but then when she picks up the paper to actually look for something, she feels guilty and cries herself to sleep.”
“I couldn’t imagine. It must be very hard for her. And you.”
