The Switch by Debra Kayn (desktop ebook reader TXT) 📗

gaze on the boys, and she loved how he took on her responsibilities when it came to the kids when she was around.

"They've known how to swim since Zach was six and Kenny was five years old." She turned his face toward her and kissed his lips. "They're good swimmers. We could sneak into the house while they're—"

He had her out of the pool, towel in her hand before she could finish her sentence. She held on to his arm and looked over her shoulder at the boys.

"No roughhousing, no flips. You have a half-hour, and then you need to dry off and eat the pizza Trip bought us," she yelled over the boy's splashes. "Do you hear me?"

"Yeah, mom. I got it." Zach dove under the water.

Kenny went after his brother. She lost sight of them as the door closed.

Excited to be alone with Trip, she grabbed his hand and pulled him through the house. Shut in his room, she loosened the strings to her top and shimmied out of her wet bottoms. Then, she jumped toward him, looping her arms around his neck.

"I've missed you so much." She kissed him all over his face. "I tried calling you last night."

"Yeah?"

"In my bedroom." She sighed, loving his body against her. "No reception and I was too lazy to traipse to the kitchen. Plus, it was the middle of the night, and I didn't want to wake you."

He took off his wet swim shorts. "I would've come to you."

Knowing he would come when she needed him proved his worth. She stepped back from him and ran her hands down his chest.

She waited for him to move. They only had a half-hour, and then they'd have the boys around until eleven o'clock when they went to bed.

She raised her gaze up to his face. He frowned, staring intently at her.

Having never seen him displeased, she lowered her hands to her sides, then covered her middle, wanting to cover her nakedness.

"Don't," he whispered.

She stood in front of him, giving a full view of her body. "What's wrong?"

"I want you to live here." He picked up her hand, putting it on his chest. "You and the boys. They like it here. You're closer to work, and the school is right next door."

"Trip..." She moistened her lips. "I—"

"Don't you feel that?" He pressed her hand harder on his chest. "It's got to mean something." He put his hand on her chest. "You feel it, too."

She stared up into his eyes, ready to tell him it was too soon. Because she had her kids to think about and what such a drastic move would do, not only to her but also to them. She'd just recently moved into Grandpa Gene's old house. Her job was going well. The kids were about ready to start school.

His heart hammered against her palm. She knew her heart was doing the same.

She couldn't deny she had fallen in love with him.

Pulled in two different directions, she opened her mouth, but no words came out. He captured her lips, backing her up against the wall.

Lifted off the floor, she wrapped herself around him. He pinned her with his body, framing her face with his hands.

"I want you with me."

"I want to be with you, too." She kissed him. "We'll work it out later."

He brought her hands up and pressed them against the wall. "It needs to be soon, Bonnie."

Her eyelids fluttered, and she raked her teeth over her bottom lip. A shudder ran through her body.

"You need to trust me. I need you and the boys here," he whispered, looking down at her upturned breasts pressed against him. "Keep the house on the knoll, if you want, just live with me."

She blinked up at him. "I..." Blowing her breath out, she tried to think of a way to explain that as a mother, she couldn't act spontaneously when it came to family decisions. There were other people—kids, involved. "Trip...?" That was the closest she'd ever heard him confess about how he was feeling, and he laid it heavily on her. "Let me think on it."

His cocked pulsed and hardened against her. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Her cheeks flushed, having no idea what she agreed to.

He grabbed a condom off the dresser, ripping the package open, and rolled it on his hardness.

Her body vibrated, watching him. He was pressuring her, but she believed him. She trusted him. He always carried himself with such seriousness and strength. Hearing how he felt about her tonight completely flipped her world upside down before righting it again.

He might as well have reached inside of her and ripped out her heart. It was pounding so hard.

Capturing her mouth, he kissed her deeply. She took his tongue, sucking on it as warmth covered every single inch of her.

He swallowed her moan, dipping his body to align his cock against the V of her legs. She clutched his shoulders, pulling him down closer. Weakened by him wanting her to move in, she couldn't raise her legs.

Trip hooked his hand behind her knee and lifted her whole body as if she weighed nothing. His heated gaze never left her eyes.

With such ease, he brought her down, plunging inside of her. She looped her arms around his neck, holding tightly to him.

Her hips rocked, egged on by Trip, manually manipulating her body to slide up and down on his cock.

Distracted by what he was doing, she yelped in surprise when her back hit the mattress, and he landed on top of her, never missing a stroke. Free to touch him, she trailed her hands down his muscular arms.

He plunged and then almost withdrew before thrusting back inside her. She rubbed the bottom of her feet along the back of his thick calves, using him to push up and meet each stroke.

Every time he came down, he brushed his body against her clit. She reached, squirmed, wallowed, in what he was doing.

Then, she remembered what he'd asked, and her excitement couldn't be contained. She