Page 8 of Secret Baby at Mountain Creek Ranch
“That’s fine with me, but Nash offered to watch Sam tonight.”
I don’t state it like a question. I’m curious how she will respond since I made the call on my own. She doesn't react but smiles.
“I think he will enjoy spending time with the girls. He already follows them around whenever he can.”
I watch as Tris finishes up unloading the last bag. I allow myself to really look at her—not as Sam’s mom, not as a co-parent, but as the woman that she’s become since we were last together.
The curves of her body have softened slightly in a way that makes my dick hard. Her full breasts. The dip of her waist that sways out to her ample ass that women would pay to have. It's like a flip has switched in my head, and suddenly I can see Tris, feel the way my body responds to her. Not just physically but emotionally too. A dark cloud has lingered in the back of my mind since she and Sam got here.
At first, I worried that I thought this time spent together would show me that the three of us as a family wouldn't work, but now I know that wasn’t the case. I was dreading the day that they would leave me. That I wouldn’t fit into their world. That I would lose more time with both of them.
"I can't quite reach it," Tris says, standing on her tiptoes and trying to put away a can of soup on the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard.
I walk up behind her, not bothering to keep some safe distance between us when I reach up and quickly place the can on the shelf.
“Thank you.” She turns around, but I haven’t moved.
Our bodies are pressed against one another. I revel in the feeling of her breasts pressing against my hard chest. I lower my hand and run my finger across her cheek, and press softly on her smooth skin. Her breathing sputters, and I know her heart is racing as hard as mine in my chest.
“You had a lash.” I hold my finger out to her. She looks down at the dark lash on my finger and then back up at me. “Make a wish.”
She blows out gently, and it's gone.
6
TRIS
Make a wish?I wish that weren't all just in my head.What was that?We've been living together for weeks now, and it's like all of a sudden, the invisible forcefield he placed around himself is gone.
I’d long since concluded that what we had the night we were together was a one-time thing because he’s never shown any interest in me other than being the mother of his son. It took some massive self-control not to make a move on him because the temptation was there.
I lost count of how many times he walked around here without a shirt on, showing off every delicious curve of muscle on his chest down to the deep cut V on his hips. I'm a single mom, not a nun. He really didn't know what he was doing to me with that?
When Abbie and Sophie showed up to take Sam up to the main house for a sleepover, Jameson insisted on walking them back. It’s adorable how protective he is of Sam, even if it’s walking with his cousins at dusk on the ranch property.
I decided to take a bath. This afternoon had to be just my imagination. Me trying to make something out of nothing. If my imagination is going to lead me down this path, I may as well embrace it. I've wanted Jameson for so long now. It's time that I get some relief.
My hands dip below the surface of the water, hardly disrupting the bubbles floating on top. They slide down the soft mounds of my breasts. I whimper as my fingers dance over my sensitive nipples. I pinch the peaks between my fingers and moan out loud.
My mind is lost to the world around me. I'm so keyed up. It's possible that I could come by barely touching myself. A pleasurable sensation moves from my knee up my thigh. I realize after a moment that it’s not my hand that’s touching me there. I startle, my eyes flying open and finding Jameson sitting on the edge of the tub.
"What are—" I sputter, but he shushes me.
His eyes are dark and intense as he stares at me. I can’t look away from them, not that I’d want to.
“Were you thinking of me?” he asks, his voice low and firm. I can’t find the words to answer him, so I nod once in response. “Good. I want you to think about how it’s going to feel when I bury my hard cock deep inside you.”
His hand moves from my inner thigh to cup my bare pussy. I sigh, my eyes fluttering close, imagining the feel of him inside me. He's barely touching me, and I can already feel the heat and pleasure building in my lower belly again. He'll only have to move a few fingers, and I'm afraid I will come undone right here.
“Are you picturing me fucking you?”
“Yes,” I gasp out.
Jameson pushes one finger and then another past the folds of my pussy. He moves slowly at first, almost like he knows that if he rushes it, this will all be over too soon. The water's motion with each thrust of his arm moves back and forth, higher and higher until I hear the splash of water against the tile floor.
All I can do is hold on to the edge of the tub to anchor myself here. My orgasm is pushing me closer and closer towards the precipice.
“Come on, baby,” he growls. “Come for me.”
