Suit (The Twin Duo #1)(70)

“Well, you didn’t do it before she come home,” Rowan said while her arms too went into the air. Paxton tossed Ophelia over his shoulder and grabbed her up, too. They both squealed, upside down as he walked them to the theater.

I stared after them feeling heavy hearted. That’s the only words I know how to describe it. Heavy. Like a bomb being filled with more and more. One that would eventually go off. Filled to capacity. An explosion. A deadly eruption.

A dense sigh slipped through my lips and I gathered the girls’ cups. Shaking it off seemed to be what I did best. Blow it off. Compartmentalize it. That’s what I did. The only problem was, I never got back to them. I ignored them. Filled the ticking bomb even more.

“Where’s my drink?” Paxton questioned as he reached for both the cups from my hand.

My eyes shifted to the screen on the wall and back to his. “You mean the drink you don’t like?”

“I like it,” he said in some sort of high-pitched tone. He cleared his throat and said it again.

I blew out a puff of air with my crooked smile and winked at him. “I’ll get your drink.”

I did get it. I topped his off with a little more vodka and fixed myself another one. Drunk sex sounded like the perfect punishment for my disobedience.

As much as I loved my girls, I didn’t want to sit between them during the movie. I wanted Paxton on one side of me. They weren’t having it. They both insisted on sitting next to me. One on each side.

I snuck out once to get popcorn and filled our drinks, hoping to sneak in beside Paxton. That didn’t work. Both girls whined simultaneously for me to sit beside them. I sighed and took my same position. Paxton placed his hand on the back of my neck and massaged. Not a mean kind of touch, either. This was gentle. Like he wanted me. Like he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

The next trip to the kitchen finished off my pitcher of mixed drinks. Again, I topped Paxton’s off with more alcohol and a squirt of lemon. The lemon was to mask a little bit of the vodka. I didn’t mean to get that much. Well, maybe I did. Drunk Paxton seemed like the better choice for later.

“What?” I questioned when Paxton reached for my glass. The one with a quarter of liquor.

“I want yours.”

“Shh, Daddy. This is my favorite part,” Rowan complained while shushing us.

I gripped the glass firmly, but Paxton wouldn’t let go. His eyes darting to Rowan warned me that the cup was about to end up on her head. I had no choice but to let go. “That’s what I thought. Drink up, love,” he said in an arrogant tone.

I didn’t want to drink up. I’d already had three. I didn’t need a stronger one to finish me off. I was already drunk. The next twenty minutes were spent with me trying to digest the very strong drink. Epic fail on my part. Paxton whispered for me to keep going every time he wanted me to take a drink.

The time on the bottom of the projector told me we still had twenty-nine minutes of the movie left. I didn’t even know what it was about. Between the passion searing between Paxton and me, his hand down the front of my shirt, resting on my chest, and the alcohol, I needed them to go to bed. I had a punishment to endure.

My lips barely touched him. I turned my head and kissed the inside of his wrists. Paxton’s arm stilled and then he stood.

“We’ll be right back. Keep watching,” he said to both girls while taking my hand.

They barely acknowledged him. Phi told him to move while her head darted around him. The princess was just about to escape after the clock struck twelve. He was making her miss the best part. Rowan didn’t recognize that he even spoke. The prince was about to lose the love of his life. Geesh. What was he thinking?

Paxton kept my hand until we were in the hall. As soon as the door was closed I was thrown against the adjacent wall. My leg wrapped around his waist when his lips crashed with mine. I could tell we were sliding down the wall. Sort of. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure until the door opened.

“Happy? I’m drunk,” I said while my fingers fumbled with my own button. Drunk sex in the bathroom while the girls watched a movie. Mother of the year award went to me and I didn’t care. I was drunk and horny. Extremely horny.

I toed off my shoes and slid my jeans over my hips. Paxton kept me against the door and kissed me. Everywhere. His hands never even left my body. Not even when I bent to get my jeans from around my ankles. He grabbed a fistful of hair and removed his hard cock to my mouth. Only I turned my head. He tried to turn it back and I climbed up his body with soft kisses, moving up his chest.

“No way, husband. You’re fucking me,” I said with direct orders. Right to his lips. I did stroke him in my hand, balls and all while I dove my tongue back to his mouth.

Paxton spun me, slamming my hands hard against the door. His body molded with mine and I pressed my naked back into his chest. My heart beat in my ears as my body surrender to ecstasy. Paxton Pierce was my drug of choice. Pure, exotic, ecstasy.

He kicked out on my good foot and I spread my legs more, giving him full access to whatever he wanted. Wherever he wanted it. The heated air stuck to my lungs when he slid his hardness through my slippery folds. Five seconds of that would have been all I needed.

The grip on my hair tightened and hot words burned my ear. “Shut your fucking mouth. You don’t talk like that, and you don’t call the shots. You got it?”

“No, stop,” I protested when he penetrated my ass. I squeezed the cheeks of my ass closed when he didn’t listen. “Paxton, no. I’m not doing that.”