I brace one hand on my closed door, working my cock with the other. Imagining her on the other side, her legs spread, sweet pussy exposed, head thrown back as she touches herself. Sliding those slender fingers over her clit, into her opening, spreading herself wider.
Fucking herself with her fingers.
Oh shit… Dimly I know I should be getting dressed, that I should go check on my kids, talk to them and make sure they are all right, but my body is one pulsing ache of desire.
I’m a man, not just a dad. I’m human, even if I don’t feel like it most of the time.
And I’m so lost in sensation right now I couldn’t stop if my life depended on it.
This won’t take long anyway. My balls are drawn up tight, my dick is twitching in my hand, my stomach is clenched tight. I’m bent over, thrusting into my fist, grunting with every roll of my hips, picturing her ecstatic face as she comes, coating her fingers with her release, her legs trembling, her moans echoing in my ears…
And I come hard all over my chest and the closet door, groaning helplessly, the world around me growing hazy and distant.
Yeah, I’m screwed all right, and that’s a fact.
Just as my luck would have it, Octavia is still downstairs when I head down, Cole on my arm and Mary holding my hand.
Thank fuck I’m all jacked out, or my cock would be back up to attention the moment I see her.
How fast can your body—or mind?—get wired to react to a woman instantly? I got a hard-on the first time I saw her, but now all I need to do is know she’s there, smell her scent, or notice her as I enter a room and boom, my dick goes from zero to two hundred in a second.
Damn.
I settle the kids at the table, and she dishes out… pancakes?
Mary claps her hands, and Cole grins toothily as she slathers the pancakes with what looks like jam.
Octavia glances my way, smiling, and I mouth, “How?”
She shrugs. “It’s no big deal.”
Her smile fades. Her face turns unreadable.
I rub at my forehead, chasing at the headache beating inside my skull. I deserve that. Worse than that, though her cool politeness is a stab to my chest.
“I’ve got this,” she says, not looking at me. “You can go now.”
I stare at her. My kids are quietly eating their pancakes. Mary giggles at something Cole is doing. Cole grins, his mouth full of mushy pancake and jam. They look almost… happy. Nothing like the sobbing mess they were half an hour ago.
Cole reaches for Octavia, and she takes his small hand, smiling down at him.
She’s got this. I keep forgetting she’s not really a kid, no matter our age difference. She’s a woman. Pretty, capable, intelligent. Sexy.
Hell, at her age Emma had already had a few boyfriends, and we had sex on our second date.
And Jesus, why am I thinking of this now?
Giving Octavia a nod, I turn to go. I lean on the door frame for a long second, hit by a wave of dizziness—so damn tired—and then continue to the living room to grab my coat and keys.
“Matt.”
I stop. Look at her over my shoulder. Wait.
“You need to speak with them,” she says, and there it is, the mutinous lift of her chin that almost makes me smile. “Talk to them. Promise you’ll be here for them.”
“I did promise,” I tell her, turning around to face her. This isn’t what I thought she’d want to talk to me about.
The moment we had at the top of the stairs plays again in front of my eyes.