Page 1 of Blinded By Forever
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Jaclyn
Hayden’s mouth is heaven,it always has been.
Warm, devoted, and relentless.
It’s been more than ten years and I can’t get over how good he makes me feel.
I don’t even try to hold back the moan that tears out of me, even though the kids should be waking up soon.
But we couldn’t help ourselves. I was rubbing my butt against him and he whispered for me to move and lay down.
I didn’t ask questions, I just did it because moments like these are rare for us now. The only time we get a moment to ourselves is when the kids are gone at school and River’s taking her nap. But most of the time, especially lately, Hayden hasn’t really been around.
My legs are thrown over Hayden’s shoulders, my fingers tangled in his thick dark hair as he sucks, licks, and kisses me everywhere possible like he had nowhere else to be.
Like his only job today was worshipping me.
“Oh my god, Hayden,” I breathed. “You’re-”
“Hmm?” he hummed against me, giving me a teasing smirk.
That damn hum vibrated through my spine. I arch off the bed, begging for more.
“Please,” I whisper, tightening my fingers in his hair. “Please, don’t-”
“Mommy!” The door bursts open and I shoot up so fast I nearly knee Hayden in the face. He yanks the comforter over my waist in one smooth motion while his jaw clenches in frustration. Easton stands at the doorway, his arms crossed over his tiny chest and a pout on his face. “I’m hungry.”
Hayden drags his hand over his face and groans. “Easton-”
“I said I’m hungry,” he demands, a pout still present on his face.
Hayden looks at me at and I already know what that look says.
Remind me why we decided to have kids.
He rests his head on my lap and holds my waist. I tangle my fingers through his hair and look at Easton. “We’ll be down in five minutes, baby.”
He looks between me and his father, his little eye twitching. “You always say that and you just end up staying in bed longer.”
“I promise. Go downstairs and we’ll be right there,” I promise, making Easton stomp down the hallway as he grumbles about waffles.
I pat Hayden’s shoulder and he moves off me to lie on his back on the bed. I get up and grab the closest sweater I see. “Your son’s got a goddamn alarm clock in his stomach.”
“He’s your son, too,” I mutter while throwing the sweater on. “You gave him the attitude.”
Hayden presses his palms over his face, probably mourning the death of our morning sex. I’m sure it’ll be awakened by the end of the day like always. Sometimes we’re lucky with sex in the morning or throughout the day. But usually Hayden leaves during the day to train or hangout with Killian, even though he said he was done with the Mafia stuff, I still wonder if he is since he talks to Killian and his brother a lot.
“I'm blaming you,” he mutters.
I walk over to him and rest my hands on his shoulders. “Blame your timing.” I press a kiss to the corner of his lips. “I’m going downstairs to make food for the boys.”
“I’ll grab River,” he mumbles as I walk out of the room and make my way downstairs.
When I round the corner and go into the kitchen I see Junior and Easton.
Junior is on his phone eating a bowl of cereal and Easton is standing with his arms still crossed over his tiny chest with a pout on his face that makes him look like Hayden a little bit.
