"I think they do."
"I really want them to like us," she insists. "Then it'll be like we're having a mom and dad again."
My throat constricts, words escaping me. I blink rapidly, trying to subdue the tears threatening to spill.
"I thought you wanted them to be your grandparents."
She frowns in concentration. "No, grandparents have white hair everywhere, but Mr. and Mrs. Bennett only have a little white hair, like Mom and Dad did. They can't be grandparents."
"I love you, pumpkin." I wrap my arms around Chloe, smothering her cheeks with kisses. "Mr. and Mrs. Bennett love you, and they can be whatever you want. Come on, let's go home."
"What are you two smiling about?" Christopher asks once we're in the car.
"We had a great time today," I answer.
"I love your family," Sienna chimes in from the backseat.
"Yeah," I add. "They're a great bunch. Now I see why you turned out okay."
"So my family is great, but I'm okay? I’m a little offended here."
Glancing in the rearview mirror, three large grins greet me. The kids love the banter between us.
I smack Christopher lightly with my elbow. "Can't help it if you're oversensitive."
***
Christopher
I spend the night at Victoria's house, which feels more natural than going home to my apartment. For years I was used to going home to an empty space, which often felt quiet and lonely. I had no pets because I was gone too long. I tried keeping plants, but they had a tendency to die—forgetting to water them would do that to a plant—and plants don't talk or bark, so they didn't really help with the issue of the deafening silence. Despite all those drawbacks, I grew accustomed to having my space. Now my s
pace feels like an empty shell without Victoria and her siblings.
After the kids go to sleep, I plan to seduce Victoria, but she seems to have some plans of her own. Taking my hand, she walks us to her room. I drink in the way her hips sway in front of me, her dress clinging to her curves. She ditched the tights once we got home, which means I'll get easy access to nirvana.
"What are your plans, mighty temptress?" I ask her once we're inside.
"You're such a flirt, Christopher."
"It’s my duty. You're mine."
"Yours, huh?" Turning around, she tilts her head to one side, a teasing smile making an appearance. "What gave you that idea?"
With my hands on her hips, I back her up against a wall, and she molds her sweet curves against me instantly.
"This. The way you look at me." I place one thumb on her cheek, dragging it down to the corner of her mouth. "The way you push yourself against me." Her hips are flush against mine, her breasts pressing against my chest. "The way your body responds to my touch." Victoria exhales sharply, tugging at her lower lip with her teeth, and then she pushes me to sit on the bed. She moves her fingers across my chest, heading downward. When she runs her palm over the bulge in my jeans, I groan.
That only fuels her further. She undoes the button of my jeans and then pulls at the zipper. I get rid of my jeans as she lowers herself to her knees, settling between my legs. After freeing my hard-on, she swipes her tongue over the tip. My balls tighten instantly. My fingers tug at her hair, anticipation zinging through my veins.
"Victoriaaaaa." My grip on her hair tightens, and she takes me in her mouth, closing her fist at the base while moving her mouth up and down. She's a wet dream come true. "You're so sexy. So good." With her other hand, she reaches farther down, cupping my balls. I thrust my hips up. When I feel my tip at the back of her throat, I nearly blow before pulling out completely. I'm a fucking jerk for losing control like this. I need to know if she's okay, if she wants it.
"Are you okay with this?"
Nodding, she moves her hand to the tip and down, repeating the movement over and over again. I'm pulsing in her hand, every muscle tightening. Slowly, she brings her mouth to the tip again. I hold my breath, waiting for her plump lips to touch me. When they do, I let out a deep groan, tipping my head back. Then she takes me in her mouth all the way to the base, cupping my balls in one hand, squeezing them gently.
"Are you trying to kill me?" I rasp. Pulling back, she swipes her tongue over the tip, tasting me before clamping her mouth tightly around it again. "Damn. You're so good at this." I grab her hair as I start moving in and out of her mouth with deep, measured strokes that grow less restrained by the second. I can tell she's never given anyone so much control over her, and I want her to feel safe. When I feel I'm about to snap, I pull out.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't—Are you okay?"