"Do you often allow guys to take you home without getting their names, little one?" The endearment slips out, and judging by her short intake of breath, she likes it.
She lifts her chin and makes eye contact with me. "No," she says a bit breathlessly.
"Good."
We stand and stare at each other, neither wanting to break the contact nor the connection. I could get lost in her eyes and stay there forever.
After a moment, she takes a step back and clears her throat. "What would you like for dinner?"
If I were to answer that I wantherfor dinner, would it scare her off? Instead, I tell her to prepare whatever she’d like and to make a list so I can ensure she has what she needs grocery-wise.
We talk while she makes a simple chicken parmesan, and we get to know each other while we eat. Mari is close to her family but has an independent streak too. She moved away so she could do things on her own, but her family has always been there to help when needed. Then her douchebag ex cheated on her and drained her bank account.
After dinner, I show her the rest of the house before leaving her to get settled in her room. I head to my bedroom at the end of the hall and close the door. I quickly strip off my clothes to take a shower. I need to give my cock some relief, or I'll go mad.
Once under the water, I brace a hand against the cold tiles and take my cock in the other. Images of Mari bending over her bed, her ass on full display, fill my head, and I set a rough, punishing pace.
The way her curvy body moved around the kitchen cooking dinner almost made me come in my pants, and visions of her naked have my orgasm surging forward.
I imagine sliding inside her for the first time with her legs pinned above her head, and I come hard, coating the shower wall with rope after rope of my hot cum. I catch my breath, watching as the shower spray washes it down the drain.
Fuck.If today is any indication, my hand and I will be best friends while Mari is under my roof.
Chapter 4
Mari
Todaythekidsarrive,and I can tell how nervous Dalton is. Yesterday we bought things on the school supply list so the older two could get going at school. Fawn is eleven, and she and Dalton were close before the accident. I know he's worried it may have changed their relationship. Hope is seven—a hard age for her to grasp what's happening. And then there's Zoe, who’s only two.
Thankfully, a friend took them in for a few days so they could stay together until they were released to Dalton. Hopefully, it will make the transition a bit smoother.
We wait on pins for the girls to arrive, and Dalton jumps up when the knock on the door finally comes. It's kind of cute to see him so nervous.
A social service agent stands with the girls when he opens the door. The girls have a suitcase in one hand and are holding hands with the other like they’re each other’s lifeline. They’re so young, and I guess losing a parent must feel like that. It's evident the girls have been crying, and not one of them smiles as they walk into the house. Dalton drops to his knees, opening his arms, and the tears flow again.
The social services agent turns to me and smiles, handing me a business card. "If you'll give him this and tell him I'm here if he needs anything or has any questions."
I nod as she leaves and slip it into my pocket for later. Dalton needs this time with the girls as much as they need him.
After the tears dry up, Dalton looks up at me like he doesn't know what to say or do next.
"Would you girls like to see your rooms?" I ask, and they nod.
Dalton picks up Zoe, and Fawn and Hope follow him. "I know you guys shared a room, and I wasn’t sure if you wanted to continue or if you wanted your own space..."
Dalton doesn't get a chance to finish before Hope says they want to continue sharing a room.
"I thought so. I figured you could share this room, and next door is a playroom for you," he says as we walk into the girls’ room.
It's set up with two queen beds and a toddler bed for Zoe. He was going to give Zoe a queen bed as well, but I reminded him that she needs the extra protection a toddler bed offers. It's a learning curve for him, but I think he's doing great.
Dalton stands there nervously. Poor guy is at a loss in this situation.
"How would you girls like to decorate your room?" I ask.
"Princess themed. I've always wanted a canopy bed," Fawn says.
I can see the gears circling in Dalton's head. He's making notes and has ideas of how to spoil these girls. They talk about how they want to decorate their room with movie princesses and the toys they like while Dalton makes notes on his phone and looks things up. It’s a great way to break the ice between him and the girls, who let their walls down a bit.