Page 56 of Under One Roof

“So?”

She doesn’t understand. Wouldn’t get it. How it feels to inhabit the stereotype of a man going through a midlife crisis. To do the math—multiple times—about how the age gap between her and me is close to what it is between her and my kids. Not to mention how Logan and Grace might feel if they ever found out.

Blinking a few times to clear my head, I meet her gaze and refocus the conversation. “What happened in LA?”

She takes a deep breath and starts talking. She tells me about how she met Dahlia and they started writing music together. How they’d do gigs, Andi playing guitar and Dahlia singing. Then she explains how she eventually got a job with the Ryder guy, some big-time producer who needs to be knocked around for how much of an asshole he is. How he belittled her, made her feel small, and eventually fired her at a party in front of important people, agents and other producers.

Who wouldn’t be embarrassed by that? But I also hate the idea of Andi giving up on what she loves.

“You know, you’re doing a great job with Grace, teaching her how to play.”

Andi smiles proudly. “She’s doing really well with it.”

“What if you did that more? Teaching guitar to other people. You play the piano too, right?” When she nods, I keep going. I hadn’t thought of it before, but now that it’s out there, it makes sense. “There’re music schools around here. Or you could do private lessons or something. Even songwriting. Is that a thing? Teaching someone how to write songs? Probably like writing poetry. You can either do it or you can’t.”

She laughs at my bumbling. “Yeah. There are classes about songwriting.”

I raise my brows in a challenge. Right there is her answer. She can still make music. She can still make money from it. Might not be her original plan, but it’s not nothing.

She considers me for a minute. “Yeah, okay. I’ll look into it.”

I palm her thighs, pushing her to straddle my lap, as I kiss her. Looking into it is not a promise of forever, but it could be the start of something. The start of Andi staying here, living here…with me. With the kids.

It could be the start of anus.

I kiss her again, deeper this time, my hands roaming her body. She’s soft and warm, her skin smooth beneath my touch, and when I trail my mouth down her throat, I can feel her heart racing, matching the pounding in my own chest. I want to go slow, to savor every moment, but my body has other plans. I’m already hard, my cock straining under my shorts, eager to sink into its favorite place.

When I slide my hands up the T-shirt and sweatshirt of mine she’s wearing to cup her breasts, plucking at her nipples, she arches into me. I love her tits. They’re the perfect handful, and I push the cotton up so I can lavish them properly, licking, sucking, nipping until she’s writhing beneath me, her hips grinding against mine.

Since she’s not wearing underwear, I can feel her wet heat against my shorts, and since I spent so many hours learning what she likes last night, I have a hard time not skipping ahead. But even as she’s becoming more and more comfortable with sex, I need to remind myself to go slow.

With the window right behind the couch, morning light streams in, highlighting all the things I love best about Andi, her swollen lips, her glittering eyes, and peaked little nipples, and I don’t want anyone else seeing. I lift her up in my arms, snap the curtains shut, and carefully lay her down on the carpet.

“This is better,” I murmur against her lips.

“Rug burn,” she says with a smile in her voice as I kiss her throat.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.” I’m completely serious even though she was joking.

“I know you will be.”

I settle on my elbow and lift her shirt up a few inches so I can trace my fingertips over her lower belly and down between her legs. She inhales audibly, bending her knees to give me more room when I sink my index finger inside her, soaking it before circling her clit. She moans and tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me down to her for a kiss, taking what she wants.

“Let’s get you good and ready,” I rasp into her mouth, and she relaxes even more, so I push my finger back into her, crooking it to find the spot that makes her cry out. I add my middle finger, stretching her, preparing her for me, telling her how perfect she is, how pretty she looks, how I am so hard for her, I’m not sure I can wait much longer.

Of course I would, though. I will always give her whatever she needs.

Fortunately, I don’t have to be patient for long.

Her orgasm hits her hard, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on my fingers. I ride it out with her, my mouth never leaving hers, fingers stroking her through the tremors as she comes down.

Once she settles, I reach into the pocket of my shorts, happy I decided to toss a condom in there just in case and rip it open with my teeth.

Beneath me, Andi sucks air through her teeth. “I don’t know why I find that so hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Reminds me of a caveman or something, ripping apart meat with your teeth.”

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