“He’s only known Maria for the last year or so. She moved in fairly recently.” Brandon sighed. “He thinks she is his babysitter.”
“Oh.” I bit my lower lip to stop from saying anything else.
“Hello,” a sweet older lady said when she answered the door. She had platinum blond hair and a big red smile. “Brandon, you’re here early.” She gave him a hug and then looked at me.
“This is my friend, Katie, Verna.” He introduced us, and the lady known as Verna looked me over with knowing eyes.
“Katie, this is my father’s girlfriend, Verna.”
“Nice to meet you.” I reached over to shake her hand, but she gave me a hug instead.
“It’s wonderful to meet you, my girl.” She smiled at me happily. “You have such pretty brown eyes.”
I smiled back at her, appreciating her warmth to me, and was about to speak when I saw a little boy darting to the door.
“Daddy!” He ran into Brandon’s arms, grinning. “I’m having pancakes.”
“I can see that,” Brandon replied with a smile, and we all laughed as Harry’s face was covered in syrup.
“Do you want some pancakes, Dad?” Harry grinned and then looked at me. “Hello, I’m Harry.”
“Hi, Harry. I’m Katie.” I choked up slightly. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Do you like to play video games?” He studied my face for a few moments.
“I’m not terribly good, but I do enjoy some.”
“Then come and play Mario Kart with me. It’s fine ‘cause Grandad said I could play,” he quickly added as he looked at his dad, and I laughed. I tried not to stare at him like a crazy woman, but I couldn’t stop myself from studying him.
He was a gorgeous little boy and looked like a mini-Brandon but with my big brown eyes. His hair was dirty blond and he had a round little face that looked very dirty at the moment. Though I had a feeling that his face was always slightly dirty. His cheeks were rosy and red and he was a little plump, with his round little belly—probably from playing too many video games.
“Or we could play basketball or soccer.” I smiled at him, thinking that it was time to introduce some sports into his life. I laughed inside at my maternal instincts and I saw Brandon giving me a side stare.
“I want to play basketball!” He jumped up and down. “I wanna be just like Kobe Bryant when I grow up.”
“Oh?” I nodded at him and smiled. “He’s a good player, all right.” I knew the name, but I had no idea what basketball team he played for, and I was praying that Harry wouldn’t ask me.
“Or Lebron James.” He grinned. “I could be Lebron James as well.”
“Well, right now you’re going to be the little boy who goes and cleans his face.” Brandon interrupted us and we all walked into the house. “Go and get cleaned up, Harry. Katie and I are taking you out.”
“YES!” He pumped his fist. “McDonalds time.”
“No, Harry.” He shook his head and laughed. “I thought we could all go to a museum or something.”
“Boring.” Harry made a face. “I don’t wanna go to a museum.”
“Don’t be rude.” Brandon gave him a small stare and I turned my face away to stop from laughing. Brandon was a wonderful father, but it was a bit weird watching him in that role.
“I’m being honest.” Harry shrugged and smiled at me. “You know that, right, Katie?”
“Yes, I do think you’re being honest.”
“See.” He grinned at his dad.
“What would you like to do, Harry?” I asked him softly, and he turned to look at me with big adoring eyes. I thought my heart melted right then and there.
“I wanna go McDonalds and to a movie and maybe to a toy store to get some new Legos or a new game for my Wii. And then I wanna go and get some candy.” He paused for a second. “But not Reese’s Pieces. I don’t like Reese’s.
“Neither do I,” I laughed happily, and Brandon gently smiled at me.
“He favors his mother in a lot of ways,” He whispered in my ear. “Brown eyes, doesn’t like Reese’s, likes to have his own way too much.” I gave him a quick look and he grinned at me before turning back to our son. “Harry, go and get cleaned up and come back downstairs please.”
“Yes, Dad.” Harry ran off and Verna turned to us both.
“You make a lovely couple.” She smiled but walked off before I was able to deny he comment.
“She thinks we’re together,” I groaned and looked at Brandon.
“So?” He shrugged.
“But we’re not.”
“Yet.” He smiled slowly and pulled me toward him. He kissed me lightly on the nose and then on the lips. “I enjoyed falling asleep with you last night.”
“Uh huh.” I blinked up at him, my heart beating fast.
“Falling asleep with someone is so much more intimate than having sex with them,” he whispered in my ear.
“You think so?” I smiled up at him. “Then I guess you never want to sleep with me again?”
“Don’t be funny,” he laughed as his hands caressed my ass. “If we weren’t in my dad’s house right now, I’d be f**king you right here.”
“Really?” I raised an eyebrow. “And it’s only because we’re in your dad’s house? I thought you got off on public sex.”
“Argh.” He groaned and his hands massaged my shoulders. “Okay, I’d f**k you here in a minute if Harry weren’t here.”
“I knew it.”
“Does it make you feel better that you’re right?” he whispered against my lips, and I leaned in and kissed him hard; this time I was going to turn him on in an awkward place. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and nibbled on his lower lip before pressing my br**sts against his chest and reaching down and squeezing his hardening cock.
“Shit, Katie,” he groaned against me as I unzipped him, slipped my hand inside his pants, and ran my fingers lightly over his cock. He gasped at my touch and I smiled as I continued to kiss him. As soon as I heard footsteps coming, I withdrew my hand and walked over to look at some paintings on the wall.
“Ready!” Harry ran back to the entryway and I smiled at him widely as Brandon quickly zipped himself back up.
“Well, that was fast, son.” Brandon’s voice was tight, and he gave me a look filled with such lust and desire that my panties grew wet.