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“I knew he was starting school today. I thought you might need some comforting.” His voice was a deep whisper. “ThoughtI’d try and give you something else to think about.” His palms slipped under the edge of my tee and began gliding up my stomach. My head tilted back and rested against his chest as a moan slipped out. It was the first time we’d been alone in the house and didn’t have to worry about Jack walking in on us. It didn’t escape me either that I didn’t have to be quiet right now.

“I like your idea better than cleaning.” I sighed.

“Just better than cleaning? I think I can do better than that.” He chuckled before grabbing the waistband of my yoga pants and shoving them down. He spun me around and then lifted me onto the kitchen island. I yelped as the cold granite touched my thighs. His hand grabbed the soft fabric of my pants and finished pulling them off my legs, tossing them to the side.

“We won’t need these.” He grinned. I reached for him, but he shook his head.

“I’m here to take care of you.” He winked before grabbing my panties and giving them a yank. “I’ll buy you more.” He nodded before one hand landed on each knee. He pushed them apart, and then squatted in front of me. He lifted each leg and draped them over his shoulders, causing me to lean back. I rested my elbows on the counter behind me, and before I knew it, his mouth was on me. My head dropped back as his tongue separated me.

“Oh, shit.” I sighed when he sucked against the swollen flesh. My legs started to tremble, and I found myself grinding into his face. He snickered at my reaction and the vibrations climbed my body, starting at its core. Masculine hands held me still as he devoured me, and at one point I don’t even know what I was saying. When I came down from the high, he was unbuckling his belt. He shoved his jeans over his hips and pulled his cock out. I slid off the island, and reached for him, but again he denied me. He spun me around and moved behind me. In onequick thrust, he entered me, and we both groaned in satisfaction. “This is so much better than cleaning.” I moaned.

“All you’re gonna think about right now is me, inside you, making love to you until you can’t walk.” He grunted as his hips thrust against me. I leaned forward and used the counter to brace myself.

“Harder,” I begged. His rhythm faltered for a moment, but then he began pounding against me. Just when I thought I couldn’t release again, we both came roaring over the edge together. He collapsed against me and draped his chest and arms over my back. We were panting in tandem as we came down from our highs together.

“Still feel like cleaning?” he mused as he stood and pulled his jeans up over his hips. I turned around and watched as deft fingers manipulated the zipper and button. “Well?” He grinned as he finished.

“Well, what?” I glanced up just as he placed his hands on the edge of the counter, caging me in. He leaned in and placed a kiss to the tip of my nose.

“Did I make you forget what you were doing?” His head tipped to the side and a sly grin spread further across this face. He nodded approvingly as he stepped back. “I still have it.” He sauntered over to the fridge and grabbed the carton of juice.

“Please,” I teased. “It was ok.” I grabbed my yoga pants and torn panties and started to head to the bedroom. Right when I rounded the hallway, I heard him put the juice back.

“If that was just ok, then I think we need to try again,” he called before waltzing down the hall after me.

“I have things to do today,” I rebutted weakly. The idea of spending the day in bed with Hank was very appealing, but I couldn’t let him know I felt that way. I needed to keep some control here.

“Yeah, things like me.” He grabbed the clothes from my hand and tossed them to the side. “We won’t need these, or this for that matter.” He tugged the hem of my tee.

I’d like to say that I got some cleaning done today, but nope. Hank managed to monopolize my entire day, not that I was complaining. We spent most of the day in bed with the exception of taking a fuel break to grab lunch. When the sound of the air brakes on the bus alerted us to Jack’s return, I rushed to put on clothes, and Hank and I burst into laughter. There were distant memories of doing the same thing, only it was sounds of the tractor coming back to the barn back then.

“You wanna stay for dinner?” I smiled as I opened the bedroom door and tried to act like I hadn’t been blowing off the day having sex.

“Only if I can have you for dessert.” He smirked as he righted his shirt.

“How do you have anything left?” I gasped.

“I’ve been waiting for years to get you back. Now, I’m never lettin’ you go.” He leaned his shoulder against the wall. “We always were fire together.”

*****

When Jack came bounding through the door, I couldn’t help but smile. He tossed his backpack on the table and went straight for the fridge.

“How was your day?” I grabbed a glass for him and set it on the counter.

“It was great!” He grinned as he pulled the juice out. “Amy is in the class next to mine. We have recess at the same time. She introduced me to people.” He poured some juice and climbed up on a barstool at the counter.

“That was nice,” I mused. Living in a smaller community, there were less schools. All three of the surrounding townsfiltered into one district. I was thankful Jack knew someone, and it seemed like he fit right in. “So you made some new friends?”

“Yeah, there’s this boy in my class. His name is Kasen. He rides my bus, too. He’s pretty cool.” Jack chattered on about his new friends. He also mentioned some kid named Ryan who he didn’t like. I let it go. It was the first day, and I didn’t want to be ‘that mom’. “So, what are we having for dinner?” He finished his juice and set the glass in the sink.

“I’m not sure yet. Do you have any requests?” I followed him over to where he’d left his backpack.

“No.” He shrugged. “Grandma asked me if I wanted her to cook a special dinner tonight, and I told her I needed to see what you were cooking, and I’d let her know.” He laughed.

“So, you thought you’d pick the better meal, huh?” I teased. “What’s Grandma making?”

“Stew.” He made a yuck face as he said it.

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