Page 9 of Two Weddings and a Shoot Out

“My mom is the best,” Roam said, walking over to check hands as the kids came out of the bathroom.

“Dude, your hands are dry. No way did you wash them,” Roam told Grant.

“I didn’t want to miss all the good toppings,” Grant whined.

“Nana has plenty. Do you really want to eat pizza that might have dog or cat hair on it because you didn’t wash your hands?” Roam asked.

Phoebe and Blake ran into the room and came over to start their pizzas. Phoebe and Blake were both very precise, using the spoons and tongs that Maureen had in the bowls. Then she handwrote their names above their pizza on the parchment paper.

After all the kids had completed their pizzas, she enlisted Compass’ help to carry the trays into the kitchen. The other adults were helping with games while the pizzas cooked. Maureen planned on hopefully keeping Compass occupied while the pizza baked.

“Compass, could you set your timer for ten minutes? Regina said we’d need to turn the pans to make sure the oven cooked them evenly. Do you want to help me make the dessert bowls while we wait?” she asked.

He set his timer, then washed his hands and came over to where she’d laid out the bowls and supplies. He sat down at the table and looked at her inquiringly.

“We’re adding two sugar cookies, with a spoonful of icing along with this little plastic container of toppings to each bowl,” Maureen said, sitting down at the table and scooting closer to Compass.

They set up a system where she was adding the cookies and container, and then he’d add the frosting before placing the bowl on a tray. She kept track of the time because her plan hinged on leaving him thinking about everything with no time to do anything about it.

The timer went off, and she opened the ovens, turned the pizzas, and grabbed the next part of the desserts. Regina had also made a fruit salad for the kids, too. Maureen laid the next set of bowls out and asked Compass to set the timer for sevenminutes, which was how long Regina had indicated for the pizzas to be perfect. With the crust pre-cooked along with all the toppings, the oven was just heating everything up and melting the cheese.

“We’re filling each bowl with two scoops of fruit,” Maureen said. She let Compass start filling the bowls, then moved one closer to her. She grabbed a fork, speared one of the slices of fresh peaches, and held it up to Compass’ lips.

“This looks so good. Try one,” she urged.

He stared at her with a perplexed look, which was exactly where she wanted him—a little off-center and wondering what the heck she was doing. He bit the peach slice because she’d deliberately chosen one way too big to comfortably eat. She’d cut it so it was almost half a peach. Yep, she was definitely using every devious thought in her head.

He chewed, but some of the juice had dripped and was sliding off his lip and into his beard. He grabbed a napkin, but before he could, she leaned closer and swiped the drop of juice with her mouth, then paused with her lips close to his.

“It tastes sweet,” she said.

Compass’ eyes flared with heat, and it was all Maureen could do to back away and go back to filling the bowls. She still had the other half of the peach in the bowl in front of her. She looked down because it wouldn’t do for Compass to catch on to what she was planning by seeing her eyes.

She waited until she saw his timer was down to two minutes. She took a bite of the peach and made sure juice ran over her lip and onto her chin. She looked at Compass and found his eyes on her.

He motioned to her mouth, not saying a word. She played dumb and just widened her eyes and tilted her head, working not to laugh out loud at the consternation on his face. He finally pointed to her face, and when she didn’t do anything, he leanedcloser. She’d hoped he’d kiss it away, but he chose the easier way and used his index finger to wipe it off her. She refrained from chuckling because she’d planned for all eventualities. Staring at him, she grasped his hand as he was pulling it away.

Before he could even think of wiping his finger with a napkin, she lifted his finger to her mouth and slid her tongue out to lap up the liquid. When she finished thoroughly licking his finger, mimicking what she planned to do with his cock at a later date, she sucked it into her mouth, rubbing her tongue along the underside. Compass groaned right as the timer went off. She slowly pulled her mouth away and stood up.

She pulled the cooked pizzas out, laying them on the counter to cool for a second while she grabbed the heavy oven mitts to carry the pans into the room. She turned and handed Compass a set, too.

“Let’s get these in for the kids to eat. I’ll have one of the guys grab the other ones and the desserts. Each child will line up, and you’ll use the large spatula to put their pizza on their plate,” she said.

It was all she could do to keep her composure watching Compass adjust his hard cock in his pants when he stood up. Her quiet man didn’t say a word about what she’d done. She was positive he was confused, sexually frustrated, and wondering what he should do. Her plan had worked perfectly. Now to let him simmer for a while as they helped with the sleepover this weekend.

Maureen walked out of the kitchen and caught Regina’s eye as she carried the pizza. She winked because what fun was it if a plan worked if Maureen couldn’t share her success with her new friends? Regina nodded but turned away. Yes, things were going exactly how Maureen wanted.

Compass stood in the kitchen and wondered what the heck had just happened. Maureen’s lips against his had every bit of blood flooding his groin. Even at his age, he was positive his dick was hard enough to pound nails.

Her lips on his had been oh so good, but when she’d mimicked a blow job on his finger, he’d had to fight not to come in his jeans. At his age, he should not be hard as much as he was, but Maureen was so very sexy—her scent, her attitude, and the way she treated him.

Despite living with his brothers over the years, he couldn’t go back on his upbringing and just have sex with someone. It had to mean something. A commitment the two of them made, and Maureen didn’t want anything from him, especially a commitment. They’d only known each other for a couple of days when she’d basically said she’d never consider marriage again.

He’d fought with himself the last couple of months, but taking her outside of marriage without a commitment would go against everything he’d believed his whole life. He’d been a virgin on their wedding night, and Lucille had never been with someone willingly before him. It had been a fresh start for both of them, and he’d never been with another woman since he lost her.

He’d struggled with being with Maureen at all because of Lucille. But grief was different for everyone. He missed Lucille with her smiling face and her joking around, but she’d been in so much pain when she’d finally left him.

She’d left a hole in his heart, but he’d felt a smidge of relief that she wouldn’t be moaning in pain between her pain shots. The sound had chipped away at his heart. No matter how much it had shredded his heart, he still couldn’t help her die like she’d asked. He’d wanted to help her, but his heart could not deal with being the one to take away the time she had left. So instead, he’d held her for that last week, storing up the feel of her in his arms, knowing he would be saying goodbye soon.

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