“Glad to hear it. It’s about time. You guys can work this out. Just be patient and don’t do anything stupid.”
“Thank you for your confidence in me.” I roll my eyes.
“Anytime. I would love to finally meet that daughter of yours and see Alannah again before she leaves.”
“I’ll speak to her and work something out. Thanks, Rick, for everything. I don’t know what I would have done without you for so long now.”
“Don’t worry about it, after all, my name is on the letterhead too, plus you’re paying for a month long vacation to somewhere tropical to thank me.” I laugh at his statement but it’s the least I can do for him.
“Deal. So what’s been happening around here?”
The late afternoon sun is shining through the window as I sit at the piano with Charlotte on my lap. I taught myself how to play as a teen in high school, hoping to impress this girl in music class but then gave up on it. Earlier today she asked if she can play it and I offered to teach her a song. Her small delicate fingers are sitting over my own, her eyes following the keys as I play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star over and over again, her sweet voice singing along.
“Are you ready to try it on your own?”
“I think so.”
“Show me what you got.”
She nervously presses the keys until she feels comfortable and sure she’s playing the right notes. She gets to the end of the song then plays it again.
“I can play it!” She cheers.
“You sure can. You’re a natural.” I kiss the top of her head. “I think you’re ready to put on a concert.” We continue with chopsticks which has us both laughing the faster we get and out of time and tune.
I look up and Alannah is leaning against the wall in the hallway watching us. She looks beautiful. Her hair is in a ponytail, she’s wearing a pair of light blue jeans and dark green top, her face is free of make-up yet there is something about her that is calling to me, it always has.
Charlotte gets bored and runs off to the kitchen to help my housekeeper bake cupcakes for dessert. I hired Sharon when I initially returned from London after the apartment had been sitting empty for all that time. She comes in three times a week to clean and prepare some of my meals. Honestly she has been a life saver on many occasions. Charlotte took to her immediately. I even overheard my daughter telling my housekeeper about our breakfast disaster this morning. Little traitor.
I rise from the stool, stalking Alannah, who hasn’t moved from the wall, her caramel eyes lighting up the closer I get.
“That was the cutest thing I have ever seen. You are so wonderful with her.”
After so many days of constantly being around her it’s getting difficult to keep my distance. I want to throw her on my bed and bury myself in her, but I won’t, not until she tells me she’s ready.
Grabbing her hips I pull her into my body capturing her mouth in a fierce and greedy kiss. Her hands run up my back and into my hair, pulling it. Something about the way she’s kissing me back is different, more forceful, she’s nibbling on my lower lip, encouraging me, asking for more.
My left hand glides down the side of her body, I reach her thigh lifting it up higher, wrapping it around my hip allowing me to settle further into her body, her core open but covered. I step closer rubbing myself against her, my dick is awake and eager to play. I haven’t dry humped since I was in high school but I do not remember it feeling this good with anyone else before. The wall at her back is the only thing keeping us upright. Like an eager teenager it’s not going to take much more before I embarrass myself by cuming in my pants. She moans through her lips that are still attached to mine.
We eventually break apart to take a much needed breath.
“Fuck.” I pant, leaning my forehead against hers.
“I should check on Charlie.” She says breathless, before disentangling herself from me and leaving me with a raging hard-on in the hallway.
Later that evening after another dinner filled with Charlie’s chatter Alannah puts her to bed and reads her a story while I reply to some emails and start on a drawing for a new sporting complex which I have been putting off. An hour later, I join Alannah on the couch. She’s watching some trashy reality dating show. I hand her a mug of hot tea, I went out and found the same unicorn mug I had broken for her, turning the volume down on the TV.
“Thank you. Wow, you still have this?” She smiles at the mug in her hand. I should admit it’s a replacement but I don’t want to wipe the smile off her face so I keep quiet.
“I’m curious about something.” I state sipping my own iced coffee.
“Yes?”
“I haven’t seen you drink any coffee in all these months. Why is that?” Her face falls and she concentrates way too hard at her tea.
“That morning when I told you I was pregnant, you were making coffee. Since that day I can’t smell or drink it without being reminded of the fallout. I’ve gotten better over time. I can at least be around others drinking it without falling apart now.” It’s as if I’ve been kicked in the stomach by her explanation. “I’m not saying this to upset you, it’s the simple truth.” We both fall silent, no doubt each thinking about the events of that painful day. Know I’m glad I didn’t mention the replacement mug.
“How are you liking the room, you can move to another one if it’s not suitable.” I suggest needing to change the subject.
“No it’s fine. Charlie is loving it. To her it’s like having one great big slumber party.”
I should choose one of the spare rooms to turn into a permanent bedroom for Charlotte. The plan is to get her to spend a whole lot more time here after all.
“So I was thinking we spend Christmas morning here, just the three of us and then head over to my parent’s house. I told my mother that you were both coming back with me and she has invited us over for lunch if you’re good with that.”
“That sounds lovely. No fighting this time right?”
“No fights. I was also wondering about what Charlotte has asked for from Santa this year.”
“You know, I’m not really sure, with me being ill and all we’ve forgotten to write our letter to Santa this year. I’ll find out tomorrow and let you know.”
“Great. Now, I have another question for you. What was with that kiss before, there was something there that I haven’t felt in a long time, tell me I’m not wrong.” She takes a large gulp of her tea blushing.
“No, you’re not wrong. I spent a lot of time last night thinking about what you told me. This really is our second chance and I don’t want to waste it being afraid.” She takes the drink out of my hand, placing it and her mug down on the coffee table then moves across the couch, bringing her leg over my lap straddling me. “Hi.” She says playfully.
My hands find her ass.
“Alannah?” I question.
“Nicholas.” She winks. Okay what is going on here all of a sudden?
Her hands caress my face, using her fingernails to scratch the slight stubble on my cheeks. She initiates our kiss this time. It starts off slow and gentle increasing in intensity with each passing second. Her tongue seeking entrance into my mouth, I take her in caressing it with my own. I keep my hands on her butt caressing it up and down, not wanting to do anything to ruin the moment. I don’t know what changed between last night and this morning but I like it and won’t be complaining. I move my lips down her neck, placing wet, open mouthed kisses along the column of her creamy white throat.