Always Room for Cupcakes (11 page)

Suddenly not tired in the least, I turned toward him, looking down to take in the full glory of him.

My eyes bulged when I saw what he was packing in those jeans and unwittingly I said, “Holy fuck!”

Cade chuckled against the top of my head, then his breath caught when I wrapped both of my hands around him. Moving them both up and down in exploration, I worried that I’d literally break in two if he tried to impale me with it.

I mean, I knew he was a really big dude, but this was ridiculous.

Getting into my discovery of what had to be the largest cock in the free world, I stroked one hand up and down at the base, as the other toyed with the head, my eyes watching with open curiosity.

The noises coming from Cade’s chest at my thorough evaluation were causing the fire within me to reawaken, and I knew I was already wet again, I just didn’t know if I’d ever be wet enough to fit him inside … Maybe if we had the sexual equivalent to a shoe horn or something.

“If you keep doing that, I’ll never make it inside you,” Cade growled from above me.

I tipped my head back to look up at him and replied, “Maybe it’s better this way … I’m not sure our equipment is compatible.”

It started with a smile, then Cade burst out laughing, and dropped a kiss on my forehead.

“Shit, Lila, only you could make me laugh when I want to fuck you so hard it’s not funny.”

I gulped audibly at the thought of him
fucking me so hard
, my hands still stroking as I suggested, “Maybe we can make sure you fit, before we do anything
hard
…”

Cade rolled me so I was on my back and he was over me, then lowered his head and, still smiling, said, “Don’t worry, we’re going to fit. I have a feeling you were made for me.”

And as those words warmed my heart and soul, Cade eased himself slowly inside, giving me a chance to adjust to each inch, until he was fully seated within me. I’d never felt so complete in my life.

With Cade filling me, his weight above me, and his sweet words playing like a loop in my head, I brought my knees up and savored the moment.

Cade kissed me softly, then started to move, the long length of him thrusting in and out. Slowly at first, then faster, harder, longer … until his grunts were mingling with my moans.

When Cade paused, I was about to protest, then he lifted one leg, then the other, until my ankles were hugging his ears, and he was sitting erect. My eyes roamed, taking in his slickened chest and abs, the muscles bunching and straining as he pounded in and out of me, the visual causing my orgasm to build again.

My muscles protested as they stretched in their new position, and I thought briefly that next time I’ll need to do a warm-up before sex with Cade, then he began hammering into me even harder, and I looked up to see the pleasure on his face as he began to come. It was enough to push me over the edge, and I called out his name as took in his face, memorizing it for my personal masturbation reel.

A little while later, after I was back in my clothes and Cade was getting cleaned up, I grabbed my phone and covertly sent a text to Amy May.

Deed’s done. It was MAGNIFICENT!

I was replaying the reel in my head a few days later, my eyes starting to glaze over, when the sound of Elin shouting, “
Mom!
” brought me out of my dirty musings. By the look on his and Elena’s faces, he must have been trying to get my attention for a while.

I picked up my neglected taco and asked, “What’s up, bud?” before taking a bite.

“Look, I can do the
shocker
!” he replied, holding up his hand to show me that his thumb was holding on to his ring finger.

I sucked in a breath, stunned, causing a piece of taco shell to lodge in my throat.

Choking, I reached for my water and sucked it back in between deep breaths, my eyes watering as I looked at my son in horror.

“Don’t do that,” I screeched when I had the ability to speak again.

Elin’s face dropped and he put his hand in his lap.

“Why, does it mean something bad?”

Not willing to explain
the shocker
to my ten-year-old son, I replied vaguely, “All you need to know is that it means something bad, and I don’t ever want you to do it again, okay?”

Elin exchanged a confused look with his sister, who simply shrugged and kept right on eating as if I hadn’t just almost died at the dinner table.

“Promise?” I urged when he didn’t say anything.

“Okay, Mom, I promise,” he said, eyes on his plate, and I knew I’d hurt his feelings when he left his favorite meal untouched and asked softly, “May I be excused?”

“Sure,” I replied, and watched with worried eyes as he cleared his plate and went to his room.

I sighed and looked at my daughter, unsure of whether or not she’d have questions about what just happened, but she just picked up a fallen black olive, popped it in her mouth, and asked, “Can Candace come over this weekend?”

The Douche
and Mary were going out of town, so the kids were with me this weekend.

“Sure, honey,” I replied.

“Yay! Thanks.”

Once the table was cleared, the dishes were done, and I figured Elin had enough time by himself, I headed toward his room, trying to figure out what I could say to ease the hurt I’d caused earlier.

My mind was preoccupied; that’s why it took a moment for the scene before me to register when I opened his door.

Elin was sitting at his desk, the computer his dad had gotten him for Christmas powered up, and on the screen was a naked woman. She was spread eagle and moaning, as the man laying next to her gave her
the shocker
.

I looked from the screen to my son, my horror quickening when I saw his face was rapt on the couple and his hand was wrapped around his penis.

One second, all I could hear was the low moans of the woman on the screen, the next, the room was filled with the screams of my son and me.

“
Oh. My. God
!”

“
Mom! Get out!”

It took a minute to shake myself out of my frozen state, then I whirled and ran out of the room, shutting the door behind me as I fled.

“Oh my god…” I kept muttering it over and over, until I was safely in my room.

For some reason, my room didn’t seem far enough removed from the mind-blowing situation. I passed through my bathroom, into my walk-in closet, shutting the door behind me as I dropped to the floor and crawled behind my hanging clothes. I let my back hit the wall, drew my knees to my chest, and held them tightly with my arms.

Then I cried my eyes out.

When had this happened? When had my sweet little boy started talking about sex and touching himself? When had he started watching porn?

“Ahhhh,” I moaned as I mourned the loss.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d sat there, purging my emotions as I came to terms with the fact that my son would never be my little boy again.

I took a deep breath, stood up, and left the sanctity of my closet, then wondered what the hell my next move was supposed to be.

I moved to where my phone was charging on my dresser and picked it up, scrolling through the names until I found the one I wanted.

Luckily, I’d had the courage to finally ask Cade for his phone number before I left his house after we’d had sex – unprotected sex at that.

Yeah, so
that
happened. And it was more magical than I’d ever imagined … other than the unprotected part, that had been an oversight on both of our parts. Something I’d been wondering how to bring up the next time I saw him…

“Wilkes.”

His rough voice soothed me, even as it caused my belly to dip.

“Hey, Cade, it’s Lila … Do you have a minute?”

“Yeah, darlin’, what’s up?”

“Um, well, at dinner my ten-year-old son showed me how he learned how to do
the shocker
, then I walked in on him watching a video about it and masturbating.”

I heard his deep chuckle, then he muttered, “Never a dull moment.”

“
Cade
,” I tried not to screech, but I felt the panic clawing at my throat again. “He’s
ten
.”

“It’s natural, Lila, nothing to freak out about.”

“Too late … What should I do? Talk to him?”

“His dad’s in the picture, right?”

“Yes.”

“Good, babe, then give him a shout and let him handle it. No kid wants to talk about this stuff, but he
really
doesn’t want to talk to his
mom
about it. Just tell him you’re sorry you overacted, that it’s normal, so he doesn’t feel like a freak, and let his pops handle the nitty gritty.”

“Okay, I think I can do that,” I replied, already feeling better about the whole situation. It was a talk best had between a father and son. I’d call
The Douche
right away. “Thanks, Cade.”

“Anytime, darlin’. I’ve gotta go, but can meet up this weekend.”

“I have the kids this weekend.”

“How about lunch on Friday?”

“Perfect.”

“See ya.”

“Okay, thanks again, Cade.”

I called my ex as soon as I hung up with Cade and told him everything. He surprised me by saying he’d be right over, so I hung up and went to apologize to my son for overreacting, hoping I hadn’t scarred him too terribly.

Scanning the aisles as if I’d never been in this grocery store before, I read the labels as I wandered slowly. Grocery shopping was one of my favorite things. I loved to try new things and get ideas for new dishes to make my kids try. Luckily, they weren’t as picky as most kids their age, and would usually try anything once.

Maybe it was just the act of shopping I liked, no matter what the merchandise was.

I was trying to decide between a coconut curry sauce and butter chicken when I heard a throat clear deliberately next to me.

I turned my head to see who was trying to get my attention and saw a pretty woman who didn’t look familiar.

“Hi,” I said, uncertain what she wanted.

At my greeting she grinned brightly, her whole face lighting up, and said, “Hi! I know you don’t know me, but you’re Delilah Horton, right?” I barely had time to nod before she barreled on. “I’m Carmen Santos and I work for the Greenswood Gazette. I’m the only woman on staff, so, of course they have me working the Lifestyles section …
Sexists
… Also, I’m the youngest, so I’m in charge of the Patch, the online site for the magazine. My boss thinks the internet will never take the place of the print newspaper, so he doesn’t put much stock into the site. That’s okay, I’m also a blogger on my own time, and don’t mind keeping the paper up to date online.”

Holy crap
…
I don’t think she took a breath at all
, I thought as I stood there holding the jars of sauce, my mouth slightly open.

“Anywho, I’ve been watching you for a while, ever since you posted those pictures of your husband and that gratuitous beaver shot all over town. I really like what you did there, sticking it to the cheaters in the world, and I’d love to interview you for the paper … I’d also love to do an expose of you on my blog.”

Carmen paused and I wondered if this was the part where I was supposed to speak. There was so much information in what she just said, that I wasn’t sure where to start.

She brought her venti coffee cup to her lips and took a long sip, causing me to wonder who the
hell
had given this woman coffee. She needed the energy like I needed syphilis …
Not at all!

“Um,” I started, when I realized that she was breaking for me to respond. “What did you want to interview me about? Leaving my husband?”

“No, silly,” Carmen replied, pulling her long caramel hair back with her free hand, twisting it, and laying it across her shoulder. “I want to do an interview about how you went from housewife to badass vigilante.”

“I’m not a vigilante,” I replied, looking around for hidden cameras. Because either I was being recorded, or this beautiful nut was messing with me.

“A private investigator then,” she amended.