to check on me if he can’t do it himself. I love hanging with Skylar, Izzy and Ariel, and I love coming home to Temper every night. I took a gamble moving out here, but I don’t regret it, not one bit. I’ve made sure to call my mom and keep in touch, and Ivy is going to be visiting for a week very soon.
Temper pulls me down on the fresh mustard-yellow bedding. It’s late, and I can’t think of anything better than undressing and crawling under these sheets. He assists in undressing me, then himself, and pulls the sheets down.
As soon as I’m under the covers, naked, Temper presses his body against mine, and starts to kiss me, massage my back and have as much skin on skin contact as possible. He kisses all over my body, teasing me for what feels like ages until he finally goes down on me, licking my clit how he knows I like it, sliding his tongue and hitting just the right spot. Just when I’m about to come, though, he stops, pulling back, leaving me wanting.
“Temper,” I grumble, spreading my thighs, arching my back, begging for more, but he continues to take his time, now licking and kissing my inner thighs, which have started quivering.
Instead of going where I want him to, he moves back up to my breasts, dragging his teeth over my nipples before sucking them deep into his mouth. Moaning, I let my head fall back, my toes curling, my fingers digging into the mattress.
When he moves back down, I’m so wet and turned on that I think that even a look from him is going to push me over the edge. He slides a finger inside my sex first, then another, before finally lowering his mouth on me.
As the tip of his tongue touches my clit, I come instantly, speaking in tongues, saying God knows what. All I know is that I’m pretty loud, but I couldn’t stop myself if I tried, each wave of pleasure more delicious than the last.
He rings every ounce of the orgasm out of me, until there’s no way I can take anymore, and only then does he lazily slide into me, kissing my lips and slowly making love to me.
“I love you,” he says against my lips.
“I love you too,” I whisper back, smiling.
* * *
When I get a text message from Grayson, I reply instantly. He’s been wanting to see me for a while now, but I’ve always been busy at work, or spending time with the MC.
Grayson: Your mom called me again. She said you seem happy, which is good. Do you want to have coffee sometime this week? It’s hard knowing you’re so close now, but we still haven’t seen each other again.
Why is Mom still calling him?
Abbie: Mom told me that you never knew about me until recently. I’m sorry about the whole situation. I assumed that you knew and just didn’t care. Sure, I guess we could have coffee. Next week, though?
I may not have been intentionally avoiding him, but I know too much time has passed without me getting a few things off my chest. There are things that I’ve been thinking about ever since I learned the truth about him.
Grayson: I understand if you’re wary about getting to know me. Yes, I only just found out about you. I don’t have any other children, and if I knew about you I would have liked to be involved in your life. It’s a shame I wasn’t given that option, but it’s all in the past now and we can’t change that. We can only control where we go from here. Next week sounds perfect.
“What are you going to do?” Skylar asks when I tell her about it. “Just get to know him? The whole thing is so weird.”
“I don’t know. What do you think I should do?” I ask.
“I think you should talk to him, and ask him, ‘What the fuck, Daddy?’” she says. “Get some answers from him. Find out who he really is, because right now, we have no idea.”
“Okay, never call him Daddy again,” I say,