Page 41 of Minor Trouble
Seventeen
Seth
Waking up the following morning, I turned over and waited to be greeted by the familiar jab to my side from the rogue spring in the sofa bed. When it didn’t happen, my eyes flew open to be greeted with an unfamiliar, but not unwelcome sight. Curled up next to me, blonde hair spilling out across the pillow, was Ainsley. The sheet was tucked around her, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her tits. I propped my head up on my elbow, watching her sleep. My other hand slipped beneath the sheet, brushing over her smooth skin and dipping between her legs.
“Oh!” Ainsley’s eyes flickered open, her gaze catching mine.
“I can stop if you want? But I seemed to remember last night that you quite enjoyed this sort of thing.” I paused my motion, only to feel her fingers wrapping themselves around my wrist and guiding me to where she wanted them.
Not taking my eyes from hers, I gently slid first one finger, then a second inside her, feeling her hips buck slightly at the movement. Her lips parted, and she dragged her teeth over her bottom lip.
I shifted position, and my mouth crashed onto hers. Our kisses were hard, needy, wanton. I never wanted to stop kissing her. My fingers crooked inside her, aiming for her most sensitive spot as she clutched around me.
“Seth!” My name came out between breathy little moans which made my cock hard. “Don’t stop.”
She closed her eyes, raising her hips off the mattress, hands clenching the pillow either side of her head. Her body writhed as she came undone, total bliss settling over her features. I placed a gentle kiss on her lips as I withdrew, settling back next to her. After a couple of minutes, she snuggled into my chest, resting her chin there.
“I could get used to waking up like that,” she sighed, eyes glassy with contentment.
“Me too.” I kissed her forehead.
Our tender moment was broken by the sound of my stomach rumbling.
Ainsley laughed. “Oh my God, seriously? You’re such a romantic.”
“What can I say? You make me hungry,” I growled, flipping her onto her back and feathering kisses all around her neck and shoulders.
She giggled and pretended to push me away, unable to miss the fact my erection pressed into her. “Then let me make you and Noah breakfast.”
Shit. Noah.
In my sexed-up state, I’d completely forgotten about my son in the next room. I fervently hoped to God that he hadn’t heard us and had his headphones firmly clamped over his ears.
Ainsley wiggled out from underneath me and got out of bed. I put my arms behind my head and admired her naked ass as she walked to the door to grab a robe.
“Let me go and get cleaned up, and I’ll make a start on breakfast. What do you and Noah like?” she asked, gathering her long blonde hair into a ponytail and securing it with a scrunchie from the pocket of her robe.
“You.” I couldn’t resist, mouth curving into the biggest grin. “Can you put some clothes on? It’s not that I don’t like you walking around like that, but there’s an impressionable boy here who I wouldn’t want to get the wrong idea.”
Ainsley bit her bottom lip, staring directly at me. “Who are you talking about? You or Noah?”
“Get out of here!”
With a wink, she slipped out of the room and across the hallway to the bathroom. While she was gone, I found my boxers and pulled them on, wishing my dick would behave. Next I put on jeans and my shirt, doing up the least number of buttons I could get away with. Running a hand through my hair, I checked I looked decent before going into the other bedroom to wake Noah.
When I got in there, the bed was empty but rumpled like it had been slept in. He must have gotten up already and be watching TV. I padded barefoot into the living area, but there was no one there either. I frowned, then went to the window to check if he was outside but, apart from a family loading up a car for what looked like a trip to the park, the parking lot and garden were deserted. Was there another bathroom I’d missed?
“How do you feel about pancakes?” Ainsley bounced into the room dressed, if that’s what you could call it, in tiny denim cut-off shorts and a checked shirt which was tied just under her breasts, exposing her smooth, flat stomach.
“Where’s Noah?” I demanded.
“What do you mean? He’s still in bed, isn’t he?”
“He’s. Not. Here.” The nauseous feeling which had hit my stomach when he and Pepper had disappeared returned with vengeance. “Shit.” I started pacing around the room. “I shouldn’t have been fucking you. I should have been paying attention to my son. Why the fuck was I thinking with my cock when I should have used my head?” I jabbed my temple to emphasize the point.
Ainsley came over to me, placing a hand on my arm. “You’re allowed to have a life too, Seth.”
I shook her off, furious that I’d dropped the ball. “Don’t talk to me like one of your fucking kids, Ainsley. I don’t need your help.”
