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I set her down, hissing as I pull myself from her.
She climbs down on her knees and puts my throbbing cock into her mouth. Seeing her like this is enough to send me over the edge in a few quick licks.
I watch as a bit of my come dribbles from the side of her mouth. Quickly, I swipe at it with my thumb, pressing it into her lips.
“Why don’t we get cleaned up a bit?” I tell her with a smile as I help her from the floor.
We hurriedly make our way to the bathroom just down the hall from my room, ensuring that no one spots us along the way. We attempt to freshen up enough to avoid arousing suspicion about our extended absence.
Although, I'm certain people will likely guess anyway.
As we step back outside, I hold onto hope that we can reemerge without being detected. However, it's wishful thinking because the moment we set foot outside, Archer comes charging toward us.
"Where have you guys been?" he loudly inquires, clutching a hot dog in his hand as he stands before us.
"I believe they've been enjoying some special alone time," Tyler remarks, unable to conceal his amusement at our reappearance.
It took Tyler a while to warm up to the idea of Monica and me. Witnessing us together always seemed to make him cringe. Hell, even now, I don't think he's fully embraced the sight of us as a couple. Nevertheless, he's gradually grown accustomed to it.
"I thought you guys abandoned me here," Archer huffs, though his grass-stained clothes suggest he wasn't genuinely upset about our absence.
"We would never leave you," Monica assures him, her hand tenderly caressing Archer's hair.
Witnessing her display of affection warms my heart. With Monica, Archer receives the love and care he never experienced from Jessica. That's why I'm grateful I no longer have to worry about her, as I retained full custody of Archer despite her cunning ploy.
The judge didn't seem pleased when he heard about Jessica abandoning both Archer and me. He believed that reintroducing her as the primary caretaker would only confuse the boy, though he did grant her visitation rights.
Jessica appeared more bothered by the idea of losing than not having custody of Archer. When the verdict was announced, all she did was huff and shoot me daggers before hastily leaving the courtroom. She never bothered to contact me to arrange for a visit with Archer, swiftly losing interest in being a mother again.
Eventually, I did my best to explain the situation with his mother to Archer. I discussed the custody battle, its implications, and the fact that his mother didn't win. Though he had numerous questions, he didn't seem overly upset. In fact, once we finished our conversation, his first inquiry was, "Is Monica my new mommy?"
I couldn't help but chuckle at his question. While Monica and I are currently only dating, deep down, I know that I want her to be a permanent fixture in my life.
So, I settled on answering him, "No, but perhaps one day."
As I observe them now, I realize that "maybe" has transformed into something more certain.
Once Archer is reassured that we won't leave without him, he dashes off to join Caden, Lyla, and the other children from the neighborhood who are around their age, engrossed in play.
"You two make me nauseous," Tyler teases, pretending to gag.
Despite Tyler's remark, he says it with a playful grin, assuring me it's all in good fun. At the end of the day, Tyler accepts Monica and me for who we are.
"Will you stop it? I think it's adorable," Maria interjects, her face beaming as she looks at the two of us.
"Me too," Beth chimes in, wearing a mischievous smile.
Out of everyone, I believe she is the most delighted to see us together. According to her, we make a lovely couple.
"I think it's cute, too," I concur, aware that what I'm about to do might elicit a stronger reaction from Tyler.
Turning to Monica, I gently grasp her chin and plant a wet kiss on her lips. The two of us can't help but smile throughout the kiss, especially as we hear Tyler making gagging noises.
This moment is perfect. Being able to kiss her like this, without any fear of being seen or judged, is a privilege I cherish. I can't fathom how I managed to go so long without experiencing this with her. But now that I have it, I'm determined to hold onto it.
"Get a room," Tyler teases as we break apart.
We already did that, I think, but choose to keep silent.
