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I never thought I’d be a one woman man, and as I slide between the blankets I admit to myself in the darkness that my intention of having my fill of her, my hopes of making her come so often and so hard that I get her out of my system didn’t work.
Barely conscious, she wastes no time rolling toward me, draping her arm across my chest, her leg over both of mine. The warmth in my chest flickers a little brighter. It’s as though she’s claiming me somehow in her sleep. And while I wait for the fear of being claimed to smack me upside the head, I start to drift asleep with the uncomfortable knowledge that it’s not coming.
Maybe it’s not that I don’t want to be claimed by anyone at all, maybe I’ve been waiting to be claimed by the red headed kitten in my arms.
* * *
Addison is still sleepingby the time I drop a kiss on her temple and make my way to my own bedroom to grab some sweats the next morning.
Downstairs, Matty is already on the couch playing something on his tablet, with last night’s hockey highlights on the TV.
“Good morning, buddy. You sleep okay?”
“Morning, Dad. I’ve been up for a while.”
In the kitchen, I pull out ingredients from the pantry and get working on making muffins. Mom rarely had a lot of time for baking while I was growing up, but every now and then she’d pull out a bunch of stuff from the cupboards and make muffins.
Making them together was something I loved, a power-baking mother-son team. We’d talk about things, she’d show me techniques, correct my form, and gush with pride when I finally made my first solo batch and nailed it.
“How’d your teams do last night, Matty?”
“Snow Pirate’s lost. I’d imagine Coach is gonna shake things up over there. Wild won 2-1.”
I already know the scores, I checked them this morning from the shitter, but having some common ground to bond with Matty on is important to me. I hope we get to the place where we can hit up games together.
“Can I have Cheerios please, Dad?”
“Sure thing, kiddo. I’m making some muffins too if you’d like to try one.” I pull out the cereal and milk, while he grabs a bowl and spoon.
“Maybe.” His voice is distant, like he’s already tuned me out and zoned back in to his screens. He pours himself cereal and gets stuck right in.
“We’ll have to do some reading today, okay?”
He nods, but doesn’t answer. The kid can consume books faster than anyone I know. He lives for information, thrives on learning, and absorbs it too.
I’ve barely pulled the first tray of treats from the oven when Addison steps into the room. Her hair is wrapped in some kind of twisted t-shirt, and she’s in a sundress that instantly makes my mouth water.
“Good morning.” Her pink cheeks belie an embarrassment I’m not used to from her. “Did you sleep?”
Nodding, I tip the carton of orange juice her direction, offering her a glass. “I did, thank you. You make for a good weighted blanket.” Winking at her, I give her the juice.
She takes a sip, smacking her lips before giggling. “Guess I like to cuddle. I crashed out hard.”
“You did.”
“You want me to finish those up so you can work?” She takes a step toward me.
“I’ve got it. I took a personal day.”
Her eyes spring wider, surprise clear in her bright, well-rested gaze. “You did?”
Stepping around the counter, I approach her. If her hair was down her back, I’d curl it around my fist and yank her head back so I can kiss her. I don’t want to fuck with her t-shirt hat, so I grab the back of her neck and lay one on her.
It wasn’t planned, but the way she licked her plump lips after she drank her orange juice called me to her. She tastes sweet, the citrus tang exploding as my tongue caresses hers. She sinks into me, her cold hand against the hot skin of my bare chest making me moan.
If Matty wasn’t in the other room I’d pick her up onto the counter and fuck her senseless, but the best I can do is a kiss, a promise, and hope it reassures her if she’s feeling unsettled this morning.
“Why are you not working today?” Her wide eyes implore me for an answer, searching my face like she might be able to read it.
