He was just getting into it. Ian looked up at her from the position he had placed her, seated right at the place where her soft bum, caressed with a swelling member, exciting him out of his mind.
He felt a light rush of delight and pleasure course through him. The way his wife looked at him with that heavenly beauty made him want to merge himself into her. He pulled her down and pried those velvety lips open, kissing and licking out her crevices and felt a contentment settle on him as blood rushed through his lower body.
Her reddened cheeks and innocent actions made his already hardened member more rigid as it poked her soft parts. Her melodious soft moans:
.... and then, it was all squashed. Like a cold bucket of water being dumped on him, he turned angrily to see the door swing open.
’Damnit! Why didn’t that Suzie girl lock the door? Most importantly, why didn’t I double-check it?’
However, the urge he felt to kill whoever was stifled as nothing prepared him for who came in.
Jorge was not alone in this, though. Shelby had thrown all caution to the wind and was really in it. Who wouldn’t? That giant juicy man had abandoned his whole self for her and was evoking emotions she never knew in her only for ...
"It’s okay to go in, Ingrid-" Gabriel’s childish voice came through to them.
"Mama Shelby is here... I even see Dad, too!"
Shelby slid off Ian instantly and got off the bed. Ian tried his best to contain his anger and distress. Even if he was okay, a little someone down his body was in great distress. Ian shut his eyes tightly, willing himself not to think of the two who had entered the room.
’I can’t kill them!’ He told himself over and over again as if that would curb the emotions rushing through him. Ian really did think of strangling one of them, if not both, at that time.
He reached for the duvet and placed it over himself as he tried to will his mind to calm the rushing blood that still fed his hard member, keeping it upright even with the presence of the kids. He opened his eyes and turned sideways to see what those brats wanted.
’Maybe I should have let them stay where they were previously. Why did I move them close and today of all days!’
His pupils contracted fiercely and then shrunk at the sight that met his eyes.
’What is this feeling?’ He wondered in shock.
’Is it because I have been out for a long time? ... No, no, that cannot be!’ It was at that moment that he concluded that Shelby was an unusual entity. She was not even doing anything.
She was bent at the waist, and her backside faced him. Just that scene, the creamy flawless curves were so tantalizing, as if they were calling out to him. She was teasing him without doing anything! She wasn’t even paying attention to him! He had one taste, and his body would not calm down! No matter how he tried.
Ian was no virgin and had had his share of women, but this – this feeling was alien to him, and he knew that it was unusual, but he loved every bit of it. It was as if she could suck his soul out of him with just one look.
’I should really forgive Brad but that does not mean that I would forget!’
It was also at that moment that Ian understood what Currey had said about Shelby’s looks.
"She’s too unusual; even I cannot stand it. There is something more going on here..." Even though Ian had brushed Currey off that day when he had said this, Ian, at that moment, wholly agreed with that statement. Her velvety voice brought him back to what those kids were looking for.
"Mama Shelby? Can we sleep with you today?"
Shelby’s words got stuck in her throat. She had wanted to send them back to their room, but she could see even Ingrid hovering in the back.
She went down on her knees and then asked, "Why Gabriel? Don’t you like your room?"
Ian, on the other hand, bolted upright on the bed. ’Did I hear him right?’
He opened the blanket and looked at his still rigid member.
’This is going to be a long night. I have to find a way to send them away ....’ His thought did not end just as the answer he dreaded came.
Shelby took Gabriel’s little hands in hers, steeling herself for his answer.
"I like it, but there are monsters there..."
"There are no such things as monsters, Gabriel. I can leave the lights on for you-"
She knew that she had to send them back, but then, one look in those sweetheart and adorable eyes, and she melted. Whatever she wanted to say died in her throat.
"I-" She could not bring herself to complete her statement, noting Gabriel’s clammy hands and slightly panicky expression. That was the first time she had seen Gabriel like that. However, she could not neglect Ian, too. The contract was no more, but she doubted that Geneva would change her conditions.
She first looked behind at Ingrid. The girl stood close to the door shyly, but her eyes remained on Shelby this time.
Shelby turned to Ian with an apologetic gaze, and his heart sank.
’I’m sorry!’ She mouthed.
"Of course, you can sleep with me, Gabriel..."
"Yay! Thank you, Mama Shelby!" He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her neck. "...but it’s only for today."
Gabriel stepped back and scrunched his face a little, then nodded.
Ian readied himself to step off the bed and take a cold shower, but then, young Gabriel had more requests.
"I’ll sleep right by Daddy!"
Gabriel stepped out of Shelby’s embrace and then climbed up on the bed, slipping under the duvet and placing his head on Ian’s chest.
"Daddy, Mama Shelby says that it’s okay for us to sleep with you today. Thank you!"
Ian was helpless. He caressed Gabriel’s hair and vowed to find a way to keep him as busy as possible so that he would not cause such havoc again. However, Ian still drew Gabriel close and willed his mind to get off the pleasurable sensations still pooling in his lower region.
Whatever he was looking forward to that night was as good as being thrown down into the dumpster, and there was nothing Ian could do about it.
Shelby turned her attention back to Ingrid. She stretched out her hand, and Ingrid walked forward, taking it. It had taken her some time, but Ingrid had finally warmed up to her. That was partly the reason why Shelby had agreed for the children to stay.
It was not like the abrupt interruption had not affected her. She would have also wished to have continued all the way with Ian, but she knew that it took a lot of effort and will for Ingrid to approach anyone. The fact that she had come there meant that she had taken the next step in how she related to others in her life, especially towards herself.
After all, no matter what, Ingrid was also just a nine-year-old child who longed for her mother’s affection. An affection that was permanently lost to her. Shelby wanted to do as much as possible. She had no idea how to be a mother, but she wanted to be there for her as much as possible, even if it was at the cost of a few life’s pleasures.
"Were you also scared?" She asked quietly.
Ingrid lowered her head and nodded slightly.
"It’s okay to be afraid. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Come with me."
Shelby helped Ingrid onto the bed, right beside Gabriel, and she also climbed on, holding onto Ingrid. Ingrid did not turn to look at Ian even once.
The spacious bed then looked cramped, but it did not take long for the children’s breathing to even out.
Ian raised his head and looked over the sleeping children. He felt uncomfortable even though he was already covering about half of the bed. His eyes then settled on Shelby, and his eyes softened.
"Are you okay?" She whispered in askance.
Ian was anything but okay at that time, but he would never admit it. He sat up and leaned over the sleeping children to kiss Shelby on her forehead.
"Catch some sleep. Tomorrow is another day."
Shelby blushed at that, and he chuckled lightly.
’Tomorrow is indeed another day, but this will never happen again!’ Ian vowed to himself as he heard Shelby’s evened-out breathing.
’She can sleep?’ He wondered as her honey-pomegranate scent filtered over to him. Her scent filled all of his senses so much that Ian struggled a lot through it. He could not get a wink of sleep that night till daybreak. His mood plunged, and his irritative side awoke with the rest the following day.
He was just about to doze off in the morning hours when he heard a loud ruckus. "Ian? Ian! IAN!!!!!"
He heard his mother’s voice calling out, accompanied by the loud and forceful turn of a doorknob. Ian opened his eyes and listened as the ruckus showed no signs of easing up.
"W-hy is this door locked again!? Ian! Ian! Open up!"
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