Chapter 10: Empty House, Full Heart

The negative test still sat in my purse like a quiet liar when I woke the next morning, its plastic edge pressing against my hip through the fabric. Alex spooned tight behind me, morning wood nestled hot against the curve of my ass, his breath warm on my neck. Mark’s coffee grinder whirred downstairs, the cheerful clatter of mugs signaling he was already up and oblivious. I reached back, guiding my son’s thick length between my thighs without a word. He slid in slow and sure, the velvet stretch filling me completely in one smooth push.

We moved like we had all the time in the world—long, rolling thrusts that dragged his head along every sensitive inch inside me. The sheets whispered with each rock of my hips. His hand slid around to cup my breast, thumb circling the stiff peak while he kissed the soft spot behind my ear. “Part of me still wishes it had been positive,” he murmured, voice husky with sleep and something deeper. The confession sent fresh slickness coating him. I pushed back harder, taking every inch until my thighs trembled. The orgasm built quiet and deep, rolling through me in slow waves that left me clenching around him in rhythmic pulls. He followed with heavy, pulsing warmth that spread through my core, claiming me again in the bed I still shared with his father.

We stayed locked together until the last tremors faded, then I slipped on the pale blue lace I’d worn yesterday—now carrying our fresh mix—and padded downstairs. Mark kissed my cheek over his newspaper, none the wiser. Alex joined minutes later, eyes meeting mine across the table with that secret heat. Every sip of coffee tasted sharper knowing his release was still leaking slowly down my inner thigh.

Packing day turned the house into controlled chaos. Boxes stacked in the hallway, tape guns clicking, Mark out in the garage loading the truck. I “helped” Alex in the kitchen wearing nothing but an oversized college tee and fresh panties. He came up behind me at the counter while I taped a box shut, hands sliding under the hem to grip my hips. No time for games. He tugged the lace aside and pressed in bare, the thick head nudging my folds open before sinking deep in one thrust.