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“Oh God, yes. You know just what I like.” She whimpers. “I’m going to come.” She lets out a cry and a squeal that may have been a version of my name as she continues to ride me through her orgasm. “Yes yes fuck yes, that’s so good.” She pushes her lips to mine, still moving up and down to milk my orgasm out of me which happens moments later.
“Fuck, Avery, you take my dick so well.”
I don’t know how long we stay connected, her body pressed against mine and locked together in the most intimate way but she eventually pulls out of my arms and slides her underwear back into place. She doesn’t put her shorts back on and I try not to fixate on how it makes me feel that she’s not leaving yet. I pull my shorts back up and she pushes me onto my back resting her head on my chest as she snuggles against me.
“Was last night hard for you?” She speaks up after a few minutes of silence.
“You mean having you there?”
“All of it. Rebecca, Lucas, Raegan.” She perks her head up and rests her chin on my chest. “It was a lot.”
“Yeah.”
“You didn’t say much, that’s all.”
I didn’t say much because I was fighting the line between being annoyed with Rebecca and being turned on every time my eyes floated past Avery.And then annoyed again with myself every time I looked at Lucas.
“Rae knows how I feel. I like Wes. But also, she’s an adult and she doesn’t reallyneedmy approval for anything but I know she wants it.”
“Do you? Approve, I mean?”
“Makes me a bit of a hypocrite if I don’t, I think? If Wes were ten years younger, this wouldn’t even be a question. He seems like a good guy who loves my daughter and that’s all a father wants. The large age gap between them is why there’s all this conversation and given that I’m in somewhat of a relationship with someoneyoungerthan my daughter, I don’t think I’m allowed to hate the difference in their ages.”
“Fair.”
We lay like that for a while, her running her fingertips over my chest while I stroke her back and it feels comfortable, intimate,easy.It lulls me into a false sense of reality that things could be this simple between us all of the time.
“So, for tonight…” I start. “I know we talked about you coming over, but I think I’d feel better if I got us a room again.”
She sits up and gives me a look while dragging her fingers along the waistband of my shorts like she wants to take them off again. “You want to get a room every time you want to fuck me? That’s not going to be cheap,” she sings.
“One, I can afford it. Two, not every time. I just want to relax and I don’t want to feel like anyone could just show up and catch us or…” I want to tell her that I’m beginning to hate all of this sneaking around. That I’m forty-five years old and I’m being forced to sneak around with a girl like a teenager. But my thoughts are stopped by the ringing of my doorbell and the dread that floods me when I remember Wes was stopping by. Her head snaps to the door and she narrows her gaze at me.
“It’s Wes, I forgot he was coming over.” I groan as she gets off the couch and pulls her shorts up.
“Awww! To talk to you about Raegan.” She claps her hands excitedly and I swear I see the stars in her eyes. “They are so cute.” She puts a hand over her chest. “Be nice.”
“I am nice.” I run a hand through my hair and she swats it away before running her hands through it herself.
“You’re a little grumpy sometimes.”
I glower at her just as the doorbell rings again. “You have to go.”
“Okay, see you later.” She stands on her toes and presses her lips to mine gently. It takes everything in me not to deepen the kiss, but I refrain to let her go and she slips out the backdoor.
I make my way to the front door and open it to find Wes standing there with his phone to his ear. He pulls it away and gives me a nervous smile. “Sorry, I was just calling you. Thought maybe I missed you.”
“No, uhhh,” I stammer, “I was just upstairs. Sorry about that. Come on in.” He walks in and I follow behind him suddenly, very aware of the possibility that my clothes could be wrinkled or I could smell like sex or look like I’d just had a naked woman bouncing in my lap less than an hour ago.
Even if he did pick up on something, it’s not like he’d ever guess it was Avery.
“Want something to drink?”
“No, I’m good, thanks,” he says as we enter the kitchen. “I assume you know why I’m here.”
“I have an idea, but I never like to assume.”
He fishes something out of his pocket and slides it slowly across the island to where I’m standing and I stare down at the gray suede ring box before looking up at him. “Has she seen it?”
