Page 108 of Because of Blake

I arch my back so my breast is pressed fully into his warm palm. He hardens against me, and I moan.

He lets out a strained groan, dipping his head down to nibble my ear. Taking the lobe between his teeth, he whispers, “If you can be quiet, I’ll make you come before bed.”

My panties instantly soak and all I can do is nod.

Blake’s hand leaves my breast and travels down to settle between my thighs. He parts my legs and slips his fingers inside me, thumbing my clit as he does. I’m moaning and groaning my pretty little head off when his arm I’m laying on extends.

His hand covers my mouth, holding my head against his shoulder. “I told you to be quiet.” The growl in his voice has me moaning louder and his hand presses harder.

This is hot.

Blake’s fingers continue their movement, but speed up, making me buck against his hand. He’s rock hard and part of me feels bad he’s not getting anything out of this, so I reach back and grip his cock. He shudders, but allows me to release him from his boxers.

As my hand pumps him faster and faster, his fingers work harder to get me off. All the while, his hand is clasped over my mouth. I wish I could yell his name. I wish I could say all the things on my mind, but I know my kids wouldn’t appreciate the commotion.

Blake reads my mind, because he puts his mouth back to my ear. “Come for me, Maggie.” The gravel makes its appearance, and I pump him harder. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

I moan into his hand.

“Quiet, naughty girl.”

His cock gets slick, and I know he’s close.

He nips at my ear. “I want you to come on my fingers.”

All my resolve is gone, and I’m reduced to a puddle in seconds. I tighten around his fingers, and he pulses in my palm, releasing his orgasm against my back, but he doesn’t stop. His fingers keep moving, slow and steady with my crest until I’m finished. Once done, he tips me onto my stomach and goes to the bathroom, returning with some tissues to clean me up.

He puts his boxers back on and climbs into bed. Pulling me against him once again, he kisses my temple and whispers, “Goodnight, Maggie. I love you.”

Chapter thirty-three

TheweekfollowingBlake’ssleepover goes so well I’m scaring myself. I feel more in control than I’ve felt in years. I have more energy, and am happier overall. My nightmares have even stopped again, and Blake’s messages have gone back to being cute with me looking forward to them.

So, when my phone rings on Thursday afternoon, I’m actually disappointed when it’s Michelle.

“Hey,” I say.

“Hey, how are you?”

“I’m doing really well, thanks for asking.”

“Really?” The disbelief in her voice is palpable.

“Yes. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“It’s not. I just didn’t expect–” She pauses, like she’s contemplating something. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. Good, I’m glad to hear you’re doing well.”

“Is this a wellness check, or did you have a point?”

She huffs. “Mypointwas to offer you something.”

“Ooh, a present? You have my attention. What is it?”

“Tomorrow, after work, I’ll come pick up the kids and they can stay with me Friday and Saturday night. I’ll bring them home Sunday.”

“Michelle, you don’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I want to. A: it’s been forever since they stayed with me, and I miss them.”