Page 26 of Finding Home
EVERETT
I’m a fucking idiot.
How the hell did I think I could move the gorgeous and sexy Chloe Maxwell into my house and not spend every second wanting to feel her wrapped around my cock again? My hand can’t compare to the way it felt to have her mouth wrapped around my cock as she sucked me off, or the way her pussy convulsed around me as she came. I’ve fucked my fist nearly every night since then, but it’s not the same. It barely takes the edge off, and I know one of these day’s I’m going to snap.
Seeing her come out of the bathroom in those little pyjamas that left little to the imagination after I swore I heard her call my name during an orgasm and then watching that water droplet trail down her chest, I nearly lost it then. I went downstairs to say goodnight, and I couldn’t even manage a grunt at her before hauling ass upstairs to jerk off in the shower.
After my shower, I climb into bed and grab my book, knowing it’s going to be some time before I can finally fall asleep.
I’m up before my alarm in the morning and head downstairs to make coffee before I need to wake up Lila and make her breakfast before school. The pot is going and I’m grabbing a glass when I hear Chloe’s sharp intake of breath and look over my shoulder. Her eyes are wide as she stares at me, an arm wrapped around her middle as she uses the other to rub at her eyes.
“Morning,” I grunt.
“Morning,” she whispers.
The coffee finishes, and I pour some into the cup in my hand before passing it to her and grabbing another cup and pouring one for myself. I lean against the counter, sipping my coffee as I watch Chloe make her way around my kitchen, grabbing the sugar and milk and pouring it into her coffee.
She looks good in my kitchen, and I hate that I think that. As much as I can acknowledge Chloe is gorgeous and we had an amazing night together, I know I don’t have the space or time in my life for a relationship.
“I’m going to make Lila breakfast, would you like some?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I’m just going to have some toast and head in.”
I nod and pull a loaf of bread out of the cupboard for her. She smiles at me as she pops a couple pieces in the toaster and quickly heads back to her room, leaving her coffee on the counter. When the toaster pops, I add some butter to it for her and plate it, topping her coffee up and adding milk and sugar the way she did.
She comes out dressed in a pair of jeans that hug her perfect legs and ass and a T-shirt that readsI love books. I hand her the plate of toast, and she smiles at me, saying, “Thank you,” before taking it and her coffee cup to the table. When she looks down at the coffee, I see the way she hides her grin and something about it has my chest warming.
I push the feeling aside and head upstairs to wake Lila up. She wakes up easily, excitedly asking if Miss M is here. She rushes downstairs and into the kitchen calling, “Good morning.”
Chloe responds in her chipper voice, “Good morning, Miss Lila. How’d you sleep?”
“Super good. Daddy’s really good at tucking me in and telling me a story.”
I hear Chloe’s smile rather than see it as she says, “Is he? My daddy was really good at that, too.”
“Really?” Lila asks.
“Yup. Tucked me in every night.”
I step into the kitchen at that moment, and Chloe looks at me over Lila’s head, her eyes quickly darting away before they return to Lila.
“I should head into work. I’ll see you in a bit,” she says, leaving the table and heading down the hall.
“We doing cereal or pancakes this morning, Peanut?” I ask Lila, needing to move on from Chloe and Lila’s interaction that had parts of my heart warming.
“Pancakes,” Lila cheers, and I get to work. She sits at the table, colouring as she fully wakes up. I’ve learned she needs some time before I feed her in the morning to fully wake up. She’ll sit at the table and colour or play with a toy, sometimes talking to me as I cook breakfast.
I place a plate of pancakes with a scrambled egg and bacon in front of her, and she digs in. I join her, and we eat breakfast before I help her get ready for school.
Dropping her off this morning is weird. It’s not like it’s the first time I’m seeing Chloe this morning, in fact, I got to see her first thing in the morning, still wearing pyjamas, and trying to reconcile that with the professional her is harder than I thought it would be.
When she spots Lila and me, she smiles and walks over to us. Lila hugs her before running to join her friends.
“I forgot to mention before I left that I won’t be home for dinner,” she says.
I’m not sure what about that has a pit forming in my stomach. The way she calls my place home or the fact she won’t be there for dinner tonight.
“All good,” I grunt, and her smile fades slightly.
