I don’t see myself the way others see me. Where they see something great and happy and perfect, I see the cracks and faults and lies that go into the facade.
The only problem is that I’m getting tired of trying to keep it up.
Chapter 11
Weekendsaremyfavoritetime of the week. Not just because everybody is home and we get to spend time together as a family, but because I don’t have to run around doing drop offs and pickups all day long. Or run any errands.
We also get to sleep late, as long as the kids cooperate, which most weekends they do.
My body tends to still wake me up by seven, even if the kids are still sleeping.
Today is no exception. But instead of getting up and getting coffee started, I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling, contemplating life in general.
Trent stirs next to me, and I turn my head toward him just in time to catch a final yawn as he opens his eyes. A wide smile spans his face when he notices I’m awake.
“Morning.”
“Morning.” God, he looks so good. Even just waking up and the blanket pulled halfway up his chest.
I’m sure I look like a train wreck.
“Come here.” His voice is deep and full of sleep, but I do as he requests and sidle over to him.
I curl into his chest and stare for a moment at his perfection. I don’t get too far when he tips my chin up with one finger and closes his mouth over mine.
His lips move against mine with an eagerness that can’t be denied. When he parts them to slide his tongue inside, I immediately pull back. But he keeps us locked together by clamping his hand behind my head.
My first thought is how awful my breath must be, but he doesn’t seem to care, exploring my mouth like it’s his last adventure.
His hand glides down my arm and to my hip, where he squeezes me gently before sliding his fingers under my t-shirt.
Tingles race through my body everywhere he touches, leaving a trail that feels like it’s sparkling as he moves his hand up to cup my breast.
He rubs his thumb over my nipple until it pebbles beneath his touch, and he smiles against my mouth. Using the pad of his finger, he rubs circles around the hardened peak. My head tips back with a sigh, and his mouth latches onto my neck as he shifts me to my back and falls between my legs.
“Trent.” I practically breathe his name out.
With one hand he pulls my shirt up so it pools at my neck and bends to pull my nipple into his mouth. My fingers dive into his hair and hold him against my chest as I grind against his hardening cock.
Every buck becomes rougher, and I can feel moisture through his boxers. He groans and slides his hand between our bodies. His fingers push my panties to the side, and he circles my clit a few times before sliding his fingers into me.
I moan at the intrusion and the combination of his tongue and fingers. It’s always been something that he’s so amazing at doing. Something that he knows sends me right over the edge.
It doesn’t take long before I buck against his hand and pull at his hair, all while biting my lip to keep quiet. My body starts to shudder, and I clamp down on his fingers as a low moan pulls from my chest.
“Fuck, Les, you’re so sexy.” His mouth closes over mine as he adjusts himself and releases himself from his boxers.
He’s lined up and about to press into me when the door swings open. “Mommy?”
Trent jumps off of me so fast I’m afraid he’ll fall off the bed. He sits on the far side and runs a hand through his hair while I adjust my clothes and sit up.
“Hi, sweetheart. You ready to start the day?” Thankfully it’s Kendall, who’s still young enough to not ask any questions. Though that was a little too close for comfort.
“Yeah.” I swear this child sleeps less than anybody.
“I’m going to take a shower.” Trent stands and walks right into our bathroom. Poor guy. It’s been a while since he’s gotten any, and that’s by far the closest he’s come in months.
I watch his back as he goes, tense and moving with each step.
