Page 21 of Poems He Wrote

“Dad, think about this.” Jensen says, before walking to the bathroom. “This is the mindset of a woman you married.”

I look up at dad, who looks after Jensen, confusion stretching all over his face.

“She probably didn’t mean it like that,” he whispers.

Wow. She really did a number on him.

We move back to the living area after the madness has died down. Chatter fills out the space again as we eat the dessert. Dad is showing Christine our baby pictures and Ronan keeps looking at me for some reason.

“I would like to wash the dishes, if you don’t mind,” she says.

“Oh, thank you, darling. That would be lovely.” Dad responds.

“I’ll help!” I say too eagerly for my taste, but, oh well. Not a single person pays any attention to us when we walk out the living room.

She fills the sink with hot water and dish soap as I put the plates and utensils inside. I turn on the radio and sit at the counter, as she rolls her sleeves and dives in. My brain turns to mush as I watch her wiggle her hips to the beat of the music. She turns her face to me and smiles. I feel my dick growing against my zipper.

“Today was wild,” she says. “Is it always like that around here?”

“Yeah, it’s always like that at our house. Especially if that asshole is around.”

“Then I think I will fit in quite well. I mean, you saw how my mother speaks to me. I fucked my stepbrother… I think I just checked all of the boxes.” She laughs softly, turning her face to me again, but her eyes give off a completely different vibe.

They are wild and full of want and need. I hold her gaze for a bit, before quickly dropping my eyes to her full, pink lips, and quickly back up. She swallows audibly, trying to fake giving all of her attention to the damn dirty dishes. Her shoulders rise and fall quickly, her breaths are shallow. I take that as a silent invitation to get closer.

“I really like your hair tie,” she whispers.

“Thank you, Ljubavi. Don’t you remember giving it to me?”

Approaching her from the back, I circle her and sink my hands into the water, grabbing hers. My needs are getting the best of me.

“I’ll help you with these, since I am the one to blame for you fucking your stepbrother.” I whisper into her ear, darting my tongue out to lick the lobe.

“I would do it again.” she responds as she wriggles against me, suddenly stopping, feeling my hard length.

“Would you, now? What a naughty girl you are.” I tease, pushing my hips forward.

“I mean, I don’t regret it,” she clears her throat.

“But you wouldn’t do it again? If you had a chance?”

She doesn’t say anything for a few moments, as she keeps washing the dishes with our intertwined hands.

“I… I w… I don’t need help, Noah. There’s no need for both of us to be wet.” She gulps down harshly, her voice raspy suddenly, as her ass slowly grinds along my hardness and I know I have her right where I want her, but also right where she wants to be. She’s just scared to admit it.

I dip my head down to her ear again, as I lift my hands up to rinse them in running water. She pushes her hips back out, seeking for something to relieve the pressure with.

“Are you?” I ask.

“Am I what?” she almost pants, as I glide my cold hands down her waist.

“Wet?” I lick her neck, rounding her stomach and pushing my hands down.

Her soft moan runs through my body, straight to my cock. Jesus fucking Christ. This woman will be the death of me, and I accept it. I fucking welcome it.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She rubs against me slowly.

“Oh, I think I already know, but I would love to check.” I see goosebumps scattered on the skin my lips have just touched.

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