sex life with Gwen had been practically nonexistent since the beginning.
Samantha was wild, confident. She didn’t back down and met my hunger and need with just as much vigor. After the first session, we’d had made love three more times, finally falling asleep as the sun rose, both of us too exhausted to continue.
I’d felt like a randy teenager again and couldn’t get enough. As soon as we were done, my dick sprang back to life. I thought Samantha would push me away after the second time, but when she saw that I was hard again, she started grinning like a Cheshire cat. She slinked down the bed until she was between my legs and took me into her wicked mouth. Never, and I mean never , had I had a blowjob like that before. She got off on it, enjoying every second of it as if it were my head between her thighs.
I was rock hard just thinking about it.
The sound went off again, shaking me from my thoughts. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Samantha – she needed her energy for what I planned this morning – and found my phone in my discarded jeans. I crept into the bathroom and closed the door quietly, glancing at the screen.
Maggie calling.
I pang of guilt shot through me, but I battled it back. There was no reason to feel guilty. Maggie was married now, and I had moved on.
It was rather eye-opening that I felt more accountability towards my ex-girlfriend of sixteen years than I ever did for my ex-wife.
I sat that thought aside for a later date and answered, “Hey, Mags.”
“Ben? Are you okay?” she questioned nervously.
“Uh…yeah,” I replied, keeping my tone soft for Samantha’s sake. “What’s up?”
“It’s just… Well, when I woke this morning, you weren’t here. Paul and Lyric said you saw the girl from the plane again. I was wondering-”
“Listen, Mags, I don’t think-”
“Ben, did you come home at all? Is Lincoln with you?”
“What?” I questioned, confused by the whole conversation. “What do you mean, is Linc with me?”
“I didn’t know if you came home this morning and then you two went to do something. He’s not in his bed. At first, I thought he was sleeping in, but when he still hadn’t come out of his room, I went to check on him. He’s not there, so my only thought was that he’s with you. I wanted to make sure.”
Shit.
My conversation with him the night before came to mind. Apparently, my mother had offered to let him come live with her and my father. He was so excited about it when he told me, about going home to his friends and his old life, but I told Lincoln that we’d discuss it later. He took that as a no, which it was. There was no chance in hell I’d let him go back to Portland. Not only was Gwen there, but my father too.
Over my dead body.
Lincoln was oddly quiet after that, which, now that I thought about it, was uncharacteristic for him.
“No, Mags, Linc isn’t with me. I was out all night, and I haven’t been back.”
“Oh,” she whispered, distressed. “That’s not good.”
“No, it’s not,” I agreed, running my fingers through my hair. Where could he be? “Has he done this before?”
I was positive she’d say no, but if she didn’t, I wouldn’t be surprised either. I was unaware of all the happenings that had taken place in the months he’d been here.
“No, Ben. Never. I would have told you,” she confirmed, sounding hurt.
“I know. I’m sorry. Listen, give me half an hour and I’ll be back. I need…” Shit, Samantha. “Just give me a little time. We’ll find him.”
“Okay.” She sighed raggedly. “Okay. I’ll try his cell. If he doesn’t answer, I’ll check with some of his friends.”
What I would do without Maggie was beyond me.
“Thanks, Mags. I’m sure he’s fine,” I lied.
I wasn’t sure of anything.
I had no idea what was going through my son’s mind or what his life was like these days. Since I’d arrived, it was difficult to get him to say more than a few words to me. My
Samantha was wild, confident. She didn’t back down and met my hunger and need with just as much vigor. After the first session, we’d had made love three more times, finally falling asleep as the sun rose, both of us too exhausted to continue.
I’d felt like a randy teenager again and couldn’t get enough. As soon as we were done, my dick sprang back to life. I thought Samantha would push me away after the second time, but when she saw that I was hard again, she started grinning like a Cheshire cat. She slinked down the bed until she was between my legs and took me into her wicked mouth. Never, and I mean never , had I had a blowjob like that before. She got off on it, enjoying every second of it as if it were my head between her thighs.
I was rock hard just thinking about it.
The sound went off again, shaking me from my thoughts. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Samantha – she needed her energy for what I planned this morning – and found my phone in my discarded jeans. I crept into the bathroom and closed the door quietly, glancing at the screen.
Maggie calling.
I pang of guilt shot through me, but I battled it back. There was no reason to feel guilty. Maggie was married now, and I had moved on.
It was rather eye-opening that I felt more accountability towards my ex-girlfriend of sixteen years than I ever did for my ex-wife.
I sat that thought aside for a later date and answered, “Hey, Mags.”
“Ben? Are you okay?” she questioned nervously.
“Uh…yeah,” I replied, keeping my tone soft for Samantha’s sake. “What’s up?”
“It’s just… Well, when I woke this morning, you weren’t here. Paul and Lyric said you saw the girl from the plane again. I was wondering-”
“Listen, Mags, I don’t think-”
“Ben, did you come home at all? Is Lincoln with you?”
“What?” I questioned, confused by the whole conversation. “What do you mean, is Linc with me?”
“I didn’t know if you came home this morning and then you two went to do something. He’s not in his bed. At first, I thought he was sleeping in, but when he still hadn’t come out of his room, I went to check on him. He’s not there, so my only thought was that he’s with you. I wanted to make sure.”
Shit.
My conversation with him the night before came to mind. Apparently, my mother had offered to let him come live with her and my father. He was so excited about it when he told me, about going home to his friends and his old life, but I told Lincoln that we’d discuss it later. He took that as a no, which it was. There was no chance in hell I’d let him go back to Portland. Not only was Gwen there, but my father too.
Over my dead body.
Lincoln was oddly quiet after that, which, now that I thought about it, was uncharacteristic for him.
“No, Mags, Linc isn’t with me. I was out all night, and I haven’t been back.”
“Oh,” she whispered, distressed. “That’s not good.”
“No, it’s not,” I agreed, running my fingers through my hair. Where could he be? “Has he done this before?”
I was positive she’d say no, but if she didn’t, I wouldn’t be surprised either. I was unaware of all the happenings that had taken place in the months he’d been here.
“No, Ben. Never. I would have told you,” she confirmed, sounding hurt.
“I know. I’m sorry. Listen, give me half an hour and I’ll be back. I need…” Shit, Samantha. “Just give me a little time. We’ll find him.”
“Okay.” She sighed raggedly. “Okay. I’ll try his cell. If he doesn’t answer, I’ll check with some of his friends.”
What I would do without Maggie was beyond me.
“Thanks, Mags. I’m sure he’s fine,” I lied.
I wasn’t sure of anything.
I had no idea what was going through my son’s mind or what his life was like these days. Since I’d arrived, it was difficult to get him to say more than a few words to me. My
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