Her tan skin is glistening, as I work my tongue down her body, down to her cunt. Will she have curls, a landing strip, or will she be bare for me to see every inch of her pussy.
“Fuck,” I moan out, as I work my cock. It takes me no time at all to come and yet, my cock still won’t listen and go down.
I dry off, putting my clothes on. I walk out of the bathroom and as much as I want to slide into bed with her, I know I can’t, not yet, at least. Especially with my cock standing at attention and saluting to the whole damn world.
I do the right thing. I kiss her forehead and leave the bedroom. Tonight, I’ll be on the couch.
8
Candy
I wake in a jolt from hearing voices and not quite remembering where I am. I look around the room and take it in, it’s cozy colors, and the bed. The bed is like sleeping on a cloud. I remember where I am when I take a deep breath and smell the unique scent of Dylan. It’s not from overbearing cologne, it reminds me of the air outside on a fall day. Clean and crisp. I start to snuggle back into the pillows to take another deep breath and close my eyes. For just a few more minutes.
“Shh. We have to be quiet while you get dressed, then we’ll make bagel sandwiches,” I hear Dylan talking.
I smile when I hear Johnny saying, “Why daddy? I want Ms. Candy to help us!” he exclaims.
That’s enough to get my rear in gear. I’m still in my clothes from last night, minus my shoes. Thankfully, I wore my leggings yesterday. I couldn’t imagine sleeping in jeans.
I get out of bed and make Dylan’s bed before going to the bathroom and taking care of my messy bed head. I see his toothpaste and do the finger scrub, so at least I don’t walk out with dragon breath.
Once I’m done, I walk down the hallway and into the kitchen. I come to a stop. These two, they melt my heart. Dylan is helping Johnny flip the eggs on the sizzling skillet.
“Good morning,” I announce, after watching them for a few moments.
“Ms. Candy! You’re up! Want to come help us?” Johnny has so much energy this morning, I almost wish I could bottle it up and use some of it for myself.
“I’d love to,” I say, as I go into the kitchen.
Dylan comes up to me and hugs me, I melt into his body, as he whispers, “Morning, sweetheart.”
My body comes alive when he says that. Goosebumps instantly cover my body and my hands hold him tighter to me.
“Good morning,” I say, as we finally pull apart.
“I guess Johnny wants some help,” I say, with a smile and a twinkle in my eyes.
“Yeah, apparently I’m boring,” he rolls his eyes as we turn and head to Johnny. He’s off the step stool that I noticed he uses when he’s helping Dylan in the kitchen. Dylan, always the cautious one when it comes to his son.
“Did you sleep good, Johnny?” I ask him, as he gets back on his step stool when I take Dylan’s spot.
“The best! I love Friday movie and pizza nights. I get to stay up till nine o’clock. Right, dad?”
“Yeah, bud. Though I think you passed out pretty early last night,” Dylan says. He’s sitting and watching both of us. His eyes never leaving Johnny and me.
Johnny finishes flipping the eggs and then I help him toast the bagels until we’re finished. He’s talking a mile a minute and my smile hasn’t left my face yet. If this is what it’s like being a part of their family, I may never leave.
9
Dylan
Watching Candy back out of my driveway to head home and then to work sucked. I didn’t want her to leave. I guess the only saving grace is we’ll all be together tomorrow.
“Ready to get to work?” I ask Johnny. I need to rake the leaves out front and the backyard. It’s a job I don’t care to do, but love watching my boy jump in the piles. It’s inevitable. He’ll say he’s going to help and then whoosh, here he comes yelling and jumping into the pile.
It makes a chore turn into a whole lot of fun.
“Yep!” he responds.
“I’ll meet you out front, we’ll do the front first. Then deal with the back yard,” I say as we head to the garage.
It doesn’t take us long to find the rake, bags, and canisters we need. Then, I set off to work.
I get one big pile of leaves put together and no sooner, here comes Johnny. I grab my phone out of my back pocket, getting a picture of him diving, as he screams, “leaves!”