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up under my shirt to cup my breast, and the other slips down the front of my lounge pants. “The kids,” I remind him, even as I press back into his body.
“They won’t be home for at least another hour. After that I won’t be able to do this for a whole week.” His fingers stroke leisurely along my folds, as he plucks at my nipple with his other hand.
“Pizza will get cold,” I point out, almost breathless with arousal when his thumb finds my clit.
“I’d rather have you hot,” he whispers, before laving my neck with his lips and tongue. “And wet,” he adds, slipping two digits inside me.
“Rafe…” I whimper helplessly, as he gives me my first orgasm in front of the kitchen sink.
The second with my ass on the counter and his mouth on my pussy. The third with my ass in the air, bent over the kitchen table as he pounds in me from behind.
It takes us ten minutes to collect the various items of clothing Lilo and Stitch have dragged all over the house. We’ve finished cleaning up and are about to sit down with cold pizza, when the front door opens.
As usual, Spencer is the first one to come barreling inside with his sister following at a more sedate pace.
“Hey, Daddy, hey, Aunt Taz. Guess what?”
“I give up,” I joke, but Spencer’s already well into his story about Grandpa giving him his lucky fishing hat to take on our trip.
As Spencer is proudly showing his dad, I notice Mom staying in the hallway, Sofie by her side. “Won’t you come in?” I ask, getting up to join her there.
“No, I should get back to your father. I just wanted to wish you a good trip.” She watches as I absentmindedly stroke Sofie’s braids.
“Thanks, Mom. I’ll have my phone, though. Anything happens, call, okay? We’ll only be a couple of hours from here.”
Her eyes dart over my shoulder and I can sense Rafe closing in. “Lisa also offered to be on standby for whatever you need,” he adds, and I see Mom nod.
She seems to swallow hard as she takes us in; Sofie with her back to my front, my arms loosely crossed over her chest, and Rafe behind me, not touching, but close.
Then she nods again, “I will,” and walks out the door.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Rafe
“Who’s coming with me to gather wood for tonight’s fire?”
“Me!”
I chuckle when, of course, Spencer is the first to raise his hand. We did pick up some firewood on the way, but it’s barely enough to last us the first night.
“Daddy, are there snakes here?”
“Pipsqueak, there’s snakes everywhere. Even in Eminence. You used to bring me snakes all the time.”
“They’re gross.” She shivers dramatically.
“Why don’t you help me get our beds ready, Sofie?” Taz suggests. “No snakes in the tent.”
She only hesitates for a moment before she darts inside the tent.
“Looks like it’s just you and me, Son.”
The campground is basic: remote and private sites, a picnic table and firepit, a central shower building with bathrooms—not much else. But, it has a ton of hiking trails, and it borders a river teeming with trout. Maybe this afternoon we can do some fishing.
I dreamed of trips like this when I was growing up. Imagined parents who could teach me basic survival skills. I’d seen a movie once of a family on a camping trip: the father and mother showing the kids how to make a shelter, build a fire, and catch fish. I was never that lucky, but when I was old enough I taught myself, and was determined to pass it on to any kids of my own.
Sofie had been an adventurous toddler, and Spencer barely a year old, the only time we ever took them camping. What should’ve been a week ended up being a three-day trip. Nicky had been miserable, Spencer had been cranky, and the only person having fun had been Sofie.
In hindsight, it probably hadn’t been a good idea to go camping with a baby and we never tried again, but now—at five—Spencer seems to be soaking it up.
“This one, Dad?”
He holds up a small branch of dead wood.
“That’s good kindling to start the fire, Son. Find me more pieces like that.”
By the time we head back to the campsite, he has his arms full of branches and I’m dragging an entire dead tree behind me.
“What are you doing?” I ask Sofie, who’s standing underneath a tree on the far side of the small clearing, looking up.
“Aunt