My Mommy's Boyfriend by Lydia Hall

Author:Lydia Hall [Hall, Lydia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-12-08T16:00:00+00:00

14

KAT

With the last of the eggs scraped out of the skillet and onto the plate, I set the meal out on the table and turned to open the fridge. I had awakened early and let Mimi go home. Breakfast was on me today.

Bending low to reach the OJ on the bottom shelf, I felt fingers sliding beneath the seam of my panties, and the hem of Victor’s t-shirt get folded up. I chuckled, swatting at his hands as I grabbed the juice container and straightened. His hands frisked me, sliding across my curves as I turned to offer a kiss.

“What’s all this? Where is Mimi?” He followed me, handsy and greedy for more.

“I let her go home. I think she was not pleased to have to listen to those graphic noises that came from the bedroom so early in the morning.” Snatching a kiss again, I turned and grabbed a few juice tumblers out of the cupboard. Victor turned his attention to the table, though his hand stayed firmly on my hip.

“This smells delicious,” he commented, picking up a slice of bacon. A grin stretched across his face as he took a bite and simultaneously slid his hand into my panties to press my tender clit, still feeling hardened with arousal from the morning wakeup call.

“Enough,” I chided, stepping away from him. The juice completed the meal—almost. The click of the toaster reminded me that to go along with our eggs and bacon, I had put some bread in to brown. Victor sat down to begin eating as I plucked the hot bread out of the machine and dropped it onto the awaiting plate.

“So, what’s on the itinerary for today?” His chewing sounds triggered my misophonia, but I ignored the cringe and buttered the toast. The smell of the butter made my stomach turn, which was odd because I loved butter. I had to force myself to choke back a gag, and I put the cover on the butter dish as quickly as I could.

“Oh, you know,” Victor said with food in his mouth. “I think we will see about the bird’s nest in the light out front. I have a handyman coming to look at that and the dishwasher since it was leaking.”

For a Sunday morning, it was pretty convenient that he could manage to book a handyman, but I wasn’t complaining. The birds in the nest out front dive bombed me every time I came to visit. It was getting annoying. It would be pleasant to come for a visit and not be attacked by nesting sparrows.

I pulled the jam I’d purchased at the farmer’s market last weekend out of the reusable grocery bag and cracked it open. The sweet scent of honied strawberry preserves turned the scent of butter away, and my mouth started to water. The hunger I’d worked up during our escapade returned.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I think I’m going to buy some more pumpkins. Maybe we can carve one together? I know it’s sort of a kid’s tradition, but you’re never too old to have some fun.

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