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Once we're inside the room, Lance pushes the door shut slowly and locks it before he pushes me against it, his lips crashing onto mine. I moan into his mouth as his hands roam over my body, setting my skin on fire. He pulls my pajama top over my head and tosses it behind him, his hungry gaze landing on my exposed breasts.
I run my hands through his hair, pulling him closer to me as we kiss passionately. Our bodies are pressed tightly together, and I can feel every inch of him against me. Especially the very hard ones between us. I know he’s hard for me. I touch him over his shorts, and he grinds against my hand. But then, there's a knock at the door.
We freeze, looking at each other with a mixture of frustration and desperation. "Ignore it," Lance whispers, his voice rough with desire. “He will go back to bed.”
But the knocking persists, and we know that we can't ignore it forever. Reluctantly, we pull away from each other, I find my shirt and start to get dressed. The moment is lost, and I can't help but feel a sense of disappointment and sadness wash over me. Lance looks at me. I can see his frustration, “Move so he can’t see you. I’ll take him back to bed.” He mouths the words, no sound at all. I step out of sight, my heart sinking a little. But part of me is also relieved that we stopped before we went any further than that.
THIRTEEN
LANCE
The mornings in the gym have become the time we get to be close without any interruptions or distractions. I look forward to getting up early now—and my workouts are so much more fun.
We have both stretched and done our cool down routine. I pull Sienna into the changing area, settling her onto my lap. We had just finished having a workout and we’re both a bit gross, but all I can focus on is how her lips feel against mine. I can feel the tension between us, the anticipation of what's to come.
My hands trail down her body, finding the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. She's left in just her bra and shorts, and I can't resist the urge to touch her. I run my hands over her curves, feeling the softness of her skin under my fingertips.
Sienna moans softly as I kiss down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in my wake. I nip at her collarbone, eliciting another moan from her lips. I can feel the heat between us building, the desire becoming almost too much to bear. My cock is hard, and her body pushing against it is enough friction to drive me mad.
My hands move to her shorts, pulling them down her legs and tossing them to the side. She's left in just her bra and panties, and I can't resist the urge to touch her again. I trail my fingers over the fabric of her panties, feeling the wetness that's already seeping through. She’s so fucking hot. I know she wants me—if we could just get that far.
Sienna gasps as I slip my fingers under the silky satin fabric, teasing her clit with slow circles. She's already so wet for me, and I can't wait to feel her wrapped around me. But for now, I'm content to take my time, to make her feel good and forget about everything else. We can’t risk getting caught, so these stolen moments are all we get—and they are fucking hot.
* * *
I can’t believe I agreed to going away with people I don’t know. But Nova’s excitement is so worth it. I have to plan it around work. They want to spend Friday there and that has been tricky.
As I sit here planning my schedule around our weekend at the lake, my mind starts to wander to thoughts of Sienna. The way she bites her lip when she's nervous, the way she moans when I touch her just right...I can't get enough of her.
And now, we're finally going to have some alone time together. The boys will be off playing. I hope to at least have some time with her to myself. Just the two of us, in a cozy cabin by the water. Hopefully, the other couple will give us some alone time. My heart races as I imagine us wrapped up in each other's arms, kissing, touching, and exploring each other's bodies. No rush, not panicking about being caught or interrupted. My son has become quite the cock-blocker recently.
I can practically feel her skin against mine, her soft curves pressed up against me as we move together. I can hear her gasps and moans as I pleasure her, driving her wild with desire. My imagination is nothing compared to really touching Sienna.
But most of all, I can't wait to finally be inside her. To feel her warmth and wetness surrounding me as we have sex for the first time. I want to take my time with her, to savor every moment and every sensation. But I am also done waiting—I want Sienna, all of her. The teasing, and almost getting there, is giving me blue balls.
I know it's going to be amazing. And I can't wait to make all my fantasies about her a reality. Going away with her and Nova is no problem. The other family worries me—I don’t know them at all.
“Dad,” Nova comes flying into the office. “It’s today! We are going on our weekend with my friends.” He is a ball of energy and excitement. I can feel him jump about vibrating. He is moving so fast. “Are you ready?” he asks, spinning around on my office chair like it’s a playground swing.
“It’s not even nearly time to go yet,” I say, he’s probably asked Sienna so many times that she sent him to me. “But I am ready. We will leave when your friend's dad calls Sienna, we are going to drive together.” It’s not a long drive, and they said after lunch. Kids have no concept of time when they’re excited, and his ADHD makes time a strange thing. To Nova, everything is now. There’s no later or tomorrow. Only now.
“When will he call?” he asks me, still spinning. I glance at the time, it’s already noon. I presume we will be going pretty soon.
“I don’t know, but I think you should go find your shoes, make a toilet pit stop and get yourself ready. You come in here asking me if I am ready when you are only half ready.” He giggles and runs out of the office. I close the blinds and turn off my computer. Work can survive this weekend without me, on Monday, I can fix anything they fuck up. Sienna was right when she said I needed a break. I do.
“I was just coming to find you…” her gorgeous voice stops me in my tracks, “…the car is packed, we are all set. Everyone is meeting in the resident’s parking lot in about ten minutes.” Just enough time for me to sneak a quick kiss—I smirk and pull her into the open guest bedroom and kiss the rest of her words right out of her mouth before Nova can return to find us.
“Let’s go,” I say when I pull away, leaving. She’s breathless and needy for more. “We don’t want to keep the neighbors waiting.” Sienna shakes her head and slips out of the room before me. I wait a few minutes so Nova doesn’t see us coming out of the same room. If he did, I could lie and say Siena was helping me pack my bags. I have to adjust myself so no one can see the boner she has given me just with a kiss.
We all three take the elevator down to the parking garage, and Nova races ahead of us to get in the car as fast as he can. His friends are waving out their car windows at him, and I see they are just as hyped as he is.
Pulling out behind them, Sienna says, “I love road trips.” With a giant smile, I can’t remember when I last took a road trip. Whenever we travel, we take the helicopter or jet. Other than for work, I don’t really drive. This is a rare exception.
“I usually take the chopper, but there was nowhere to land it near the place we are staying.” Sienna looks a little shocked but doesn’t say anything. She hands Nova her phone, which is connected to the car’s Bluetooth.
“Choose your playlist. You are our DJ for the next hour,” she says and I cringe, because my son has questionable taste in music, and even more so since she has been around. “You can’t have this kind of fun in a chopper.” She smirks at me as my son puts on a One Direction hit from forever ago and starts to sing along at full volume. Giving us an exclusive performance on the back seat.
There’s a familiar feeling, a comfort having her next to me as I drive us out of the city and away for a few days. The stress gets left behind as nature replaces skyscrapers, and even with Nova’s wild song choices, we are all happy—genuinely happy. Smiling and singing and talking about the most random topics that he finds interesting. He is happy to share his little obsessions and hyper fixations with us. Babbling and talking and googling all the way.
