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“Sami, everything okay?” the lady yelled as she got closer.

“He was just leaving,” she said, then smirked at me.

“Mrs. Mayson, good to see you. How you doing, sweetheart?” The look on Sami’s face almost made me laugh out loud. Almost.

“Kane Weston?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Well get over here and give an old lady a thrill and hug me.” I stepped down off the porch and did just that, lifting her off her feet. She slapped my shoulder and giggled.

“Put me down. Can see the military didn’t knock that smoothness out of you boys. Always were full of yourselves.” She chuckled as I put her down. I looked back to Sami who stood in the doorway, her mouth standing open.

“I’ll leave you young people to talk. See you tomorrow, Sami, when you bring Ally over.” Mrs. Mayson looked between us and then winked at Sami as if I couldn’t see her. All Sami did was nod.

We both didn’t speak as we watched Sue walk back to her house and enter, closing the door behind her.

“Going to invite me in to discuss things now, or maybe you prefer to wait until Mr. Sampson across the street comes out to see what’s going on. Better yet, I think Mrs. Willis still lives on the corner. Sure she saw me pull up the street. The woman has to be ninety, but she never misses shit.” She stepped back, held the door open, and closed it after I walked in. She gave up a little easier than I expected. I’d take it.

“How do you know Sue Mayson?” She’d turned, her green eyes narrowed, and her hands rested on her hips. Her hair was piled upon her head with one of those twisty things women wear. I ran my eyes down her body and back up, she had on shorts and a tank that had seen better days, and I bit the inside of my jaw when her bare foot started tapping the floor. Just being near her, I felt more relaxed than I had in years. So, I hadn’t been wrong with what I felt with her that one night. We’d get to that later. “Well, you going to stare or answer me?” Damn, she was prettier than I remembered and as cute as my daughter had been in the store.

“Sue was married to my brother, Wolf.”

“What? She isn’t married. She’s lived next door to me since I moved in this house. I think I would know if she were married, she watches my daughter while I am at work.”

“Our daughter.” Her eyes flashed, but she didn’t acknowledge what I said. “Wolf died about twelve years ago. He caught a bad cold, it turned into pneumonia, and he didn’t make it.”

“Oh, I didn’t know...she never said...please can we do this tomorrow? I don’t want to wake Ally if our voices raise. We can meet somewhere, maybe my office and talk. That would work.”

“No.” I watched her bottom lick get sucked between her teeth and her nibble on it. But when her tongue came out and ran across her lip as if to wipe away a sting, I found myself wanting to do the same thing to her lips. Which led me to think of her lips kissing their way down my chest until she reached my cock, licking the tip, then wrapping those lips around the head and touching the slit with her tongue. I’d known from her actions she hadn’t been very experienced, it hadn’t mattered. I’d ran my hands in the hair on each side of her head and wrapped the strands around, holding it tight and maneuvered her head how I’d needed, going deeper with every... Her voice stopped me from having my run down memory lane, and if the tightness in my pants was an indication, it was a good thing.

“Are you going to just stand there? I have to work tomorrow so either get on with the accusations or anything else you came here for, so you can move on. No sense upsetting Ally if you’re not interested in her.”

I came for answers and to learn about my daughter, but when she moved her hands from her hips and crossed her arms over her chest, I stepped closer. When she stepped back and sucked that damn lip between her teeth, the air thickened and tomorrow wouldn’t be soon enough.

“Fuck it.” I closed the distance, my hands went in her hair, whatever held it on the top of her head shot in the air and landed on the floor while her hair fell in waves down past her shoulders. I tilted her face up, bent down to meet her, and took her mouth, and on her gasp I pushed my tongue in, her taste slamming into me. I wanted to taste and touch every part of her, remembering our first time was nothing like reliving it. She’d been the only woman in a long line that I’d ever wanted to take my time with. The small moan she released had me pushing her back against the door and taking my time to re-familiarize myself with her body would have to wait as I sucked her lip into my mouth and bit at it. My hands moved to her hips when I felt her body melt into mine. Releasing her lip, I worked my way down until my face pressed into the crook of her neck, and I stopped briefly to lick and suck at the tender spot. Her hands on my shoulders, holding on while I moved over her shoulder, sliding the tank material off her shoulder as I continued the path until the strap of her top slipped down her arm.

I worked my thigh between her legs, and when she spread so I could push between them, the heat from her center radiated through the material of my jeans to heat my skin. The need to feel the heat wrapped around my cock was more than I could take.

Holding her in place with one hand on her shoulder, my other hand tore at the snap of her shorts, moving around her waist, pushing the material of her shorts and panties over her hips as they gave way. I pulled back long enough to push them to the floor before I grabbed her, turned her to face the door, and pulled her hips to me. One arm wrapped around her as I splayed my hand over her mound, my middle finger easily sliding through to rest on her clit and put pressure on the nub until, of her own accord, she pushed back. My other hand fought to release my cock, once in hand, I ran it through her slickened folds, aligning it to her opening, then paused.

“Say it,” I gritted through my teeth. I needed to hear the words, her actions not enough. I pushed into her, the tip of my dick barely entering, “Goddammit, Sami, say the words and I’ll put both of us out of misery.” One of the hands she’d had palm against the door she brought down, placed it over mine on her mound and pressed down, using both our hands to rub her clit.

Her body shivered, and her groaned, “Fuck me. Please,” was all I needed to hear. I thrust into her to the hilt, her gasped cry was from pleasure since the hand on mine began to pick up the pace as she moved it back and forth over her clit. Pulling out and slamming back in with a force that had her lifted till she was stretched up on her toes.

We reached the end together, the walls of her pussy milking me as my release coated the inside of her. Her forehead leaned on the door as mine rested on her shoulder, each of us needing a minute to catch our breath. I was the first to recover as I turned her, placed my shoulder on her stomach and lifted her bent over my shoulder, her hand grabbing the waist of my pants, to either keep them from falling or to hold herself from bouncing as I started up the stairs.

“You can’t just come in here and—” The smack to her ass, cut her off in the middle of what I presumed to be the beginning of some tirade.

“Hush, you’ll wake my daughter up,” I whispered as we reached the top.

“My daughter, now put me down.” She wiggled, and I tightened my grip.

“Our daughter, which room.” I moved down the hall.

“You aren’t staying here, you need to leave.” My free hand moved between her legs, and I pushed a finger in.

“What, room?” I asked as I slid the finger in and out, her pussy readying again as it tried to suck the digit deep.

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