“Mmm, Jesus, babe, you’ve been driving me crazy all fucking night. I can’t wait to get you in my mouth,” I growl against her neck, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp before sweeping my tongue over the spot to soothe it. I want to mark her, show the world she’s mine now that she’s agreed to go public, but even I’m not that much of a caveman.
“Leo,” she whispers, her hands fluttering in my hair. “Leo.” I register the fact that now she’s pushing against me and I abruptly set her down and step back, panting.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Serena purrs, lifting her short dress up and over her head, revealing her perfect tits to me. “There were just too many clothes between us.”
“Fuck, yes,” I breathe, pulling my shirt off as well, just in time to catch Serena as she jumps back into my arms. The lace covering her breasts scratches my chest lightly and keeping one hand firmly on her hip, I move the other up to unclasp her bra. She leans back just enough to pull it off and fling it over my shoulder as I turn us, still kissing her, and make my way to the couch. I sink down, keeping her in my lap, and kiss her, letting it turn messy and chaotic, frenzied with arousal.
The searing heat between us never wavers as our tongues dance together, lips seeking contact over and over again.I move down the smooth slope of her neck, finding the hollow at the base where it meets her shoulders, swirling in a circle, letting her moans and sighs guide me. Not that I need it; I’ve had her body memorized for twenty years.
Somehow we move, twisting slightly so that I’m lying down, stretched out on her couch, and she’s over me, her hair falling in a curtain around us and our legs tangled together.
The slide of her body over mine is pure heaven. She starts to grind her hips down over my already hard cock, and I move to lift her up, intent on moving us to the bedroom.
But the ring of my phone breaks the moment. Briefly, I consider ignoring it, and I know the battle of what to do is playing out on my face by Serena’s response.
“You need to answer it. What if it’s about Vi or work?”
As I sit up and look for my shorts on the floor, with my phone ringing in the pocket, I look over my shoulder and fix her with my stare. “Let’s get one thing straight. Work will never come before you and Violet.”
Her face melts into a dreamy, lovestruck expression, and I mentally fist pump. Until I see the display on my phone. A missed call from Aunt Claire and a text.
AUNT CLAIRE: Leo, I’m sorry to interrupt your evening but Violet has a fever. I’m perfectly fine managing it on my own, but she keeps asking for you.
“Shit.” I thumb out a reply, only vaguely aware of Serena getting off the couch and walking over to me.
LEO: I’ll be there as soon as I can.
I drop my phone on the coffee table and grab my shorts. “I’m sorry, Tippy. I have to go. Vi’s sick with a fever.”
“Oh no,” Serena says, and the protective papa instinct in me wants to lash out at the disappointment in her voice until she carries on, “I hope she’s not feeling too terrible. Give her a big hug from me, and let me know if you need anything tomorrow, okay?” She presses her lips to my shoulder and I spin around, pulling her into my arms and crushing her body to mine.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being you, for loving me, for understanding.”
“Oh, Leo.”
The expression on her face just about brings me to my knees. It's so beautifully laced with love and compassion.
“I love youandyour little girl. Now go, be with her.” Serena kisses me firmly, then pushes me toward the door.
How I got lucky enough to have a second chance with this woman is beyond me, but I swear, I’ll live my entire life showing her how much I love her.
Right after I take care of my baby.
I push open the door to my aunt’s house without knocking, trying to stay quiet in case Vi is asleep.
“Daddy?” comes a sad and tired-sounding voice, and Aunt Claire walks out of the living room with Violet tucked up in her arms.
“Hi, baby girl,” I whisper, taking her from my aunt, and wince at the heat radiating off her. “I hear you don’t feel so good.”
I press a kiss to the top of my daughter’s head and shoot my aunt a grateful smile.
“She had some medicine and some juice, but I think she just needed her daddy’s magic to feel better,” Aunt Claire murmurs. “I’m sorry to interrupt your evening.”