Despite the presence of his son and Scooty, Goren couldn't help wondering what was going on right now, between Eames and that worm Newton.
Was Newton making inappropriate gestures towards Eames.
And if so, was Eames letting him?
And each time, he felt a violent rage invade him, bubbling up inside.
Goren clutched the sofa armrest with all his might, until his knuckles were white.
Why had he let Eames go off with that Newton.
He would never have agreed to such a thing.
Eames was his and his alone.
And the thought of Scooty's father even laying a finger on his little Eames...
My God...
He was going to go mad if this kept up.
He'd never been in such a state over a woman.
In addition, he normally trusted Eames.
But he was afraid all the same.
It was him he didn't trust.
And he didn't understand why Eames could have desire for him.
He wasn't the good-looking type, and he knew that Eames, being as cute as he was, could always find a man who was physically much better than he was.
And not just physically...
Goren was a peculiar person.
As Eames liked to say, he was the odd one out.
So if she found someone normal, maybe she'd lose interest in him.
Goren knew that nothing could be taken for granted with Eames.
And just because they had Nathan didn't mean they were a couple, or a family.
Small, hesitant fingers came to rest on his arm, tapping it, and brought him out of his thoughts, only to come face to face with big, azure eyes.
Scooty...
From the color of the boy's eyes alone, he knew it wasn't his son.
Scooty and Nathan were just the opposite.
Scooty was blond and blue-eyed, while his son was dark-haired and hazel-eyed.
In addition, despite his young age, Nathan was a tall, chubby boy.
Whereas his friend was rather short and slender.
And so, there could be no mistaking the two boys.
- Say... Scooty lowered his gaze, not daring to look at him, and hesitantly asked what he wanted. Would you like to play monopoly with us.
Play monopoly with them.
Goren wanted to shout no, that he had better things to do.
Like thinking about what Eames was doing with his moron father.
But he couldn't.
Scooty wouldn't understand this verbal abuse of him.
In addition, he wasn't responsible for what his father did.
- Come on, Dad. Say yes.
Good God...
So even his son insisted he come out and play with them.
But he didn't feel like it at all.
But when he looked at his son, who was begging him with his big hazel eyes, the same eyes as his mother's, Goren didn't have the courage to say no. Goren had always been weak in the face of such pressure.
Goren had always been weak in the face of Eames' eyes, which he'd always found very beautiful.
Very well...
For his son, and only for him, he would make an effort.
- Very well... I'll play with you.
At these words, Goren saw Scooty rush over to the monopoly box he'd put on the floor with his son, to open it and set up the game, while his son, with a big smile on his face, walked over to him, put his hand on his wrist and forced him to get up from the sofa, guiding him over to Scooty and the game board.
Home at last.
Eames was really happy to be home, and above all, to be rid of Scooty's father and his attempts.
What did Newton think...
That if she'd agreed to spend the evening with him, it was for her son, and nothing else.
And certainly not to fall into his arms.
Eames already had what she needed with Goren.
Even if she didn't know where they stood.
Whether or not they were a couple.
And above all, if they could consider themselves a family.
But even with her doubts, she would never want any man other than Goren.
Maybe she should talk to him seriously, and tell him what she really wanted.
Let him be part of her life, and that of her son.
Thinking of Goren, Eames remembered what she'd said to him before leaving.
Perhaps he was waiting for her in bed, or if he was asleep, she knew how to wake him.
At the mere thought of what she could do to wake him up, she lost no time and headed for his room, eager to be by his side and for their naked bodies to be intertwined.
Arriving at the bedroom door, she opened it, but to her surprise, Goren wasn't alone.
Asleep next to him were Nathan and Scooty, and in totally senseless positions.
Eames smiled at the sight.
So even Scooty had succumbed to Goren's charms.
And how could it have been any different.
When she knew Goren was an extraordinary father.
Eames knew that Scooty had lost his mother at a very young age, and that when it came to his father's affections, he didn't really have any.
And Eames was sure that in Goren, Scooty had found what he was looking for in his father.
And from the way Scooty slept, glued and clinging to Goren, she couldn't go wrong.
But that also meant she couldn't be alone with him.
So she would wait until tomorrow night, even if she would have preferred Goren to share a bed with her.
But hey, they were all so cute, so she was going to let them sleep, and she'd go sleep in her son's room.
- Sleep well, little men.
Eames closed the door behind her and headed for her son's bedroom door.
As she reached the door, she put her hand on the knob and lowered it, but then she felt a powerful hand resting on her mouth, long slender fingers, making their way under her shirt, and coming to plunge into her bra, and take her little breast in her hand, kneading it, and pinching her little nipple.
- You promised me... Goren lowered his lips to the nape of her neck and brushed against her. That when you came back...
My God.
Eames hadn't expected this.
She'd thought he was asleep.
But she'd forgotten that he'd always been a light sleeper.
But most of all, here he was, demanding her promise.
And the way he caressed her little breast.
- Bobby…
He moved his hand away from her mouth, to take her chin between his fingers, to make her raise her face to him, and lowered his lips to hers, brushed them.
- Alex... I don't want you to belong to another man.
Goren didn't want her to belong to another man...
Would this be a statement.
Goren turned Eames toward him, and took her face in his hands, deepened their kiss.
- You hear me Alex... You're mine... Goren cried, his face red. And mine alone.
Pardon.
Was she dreaming.
Or was Goren having a jealousy fit.
Was it possible he was jealous.
And if he was.
She loved it.
- But you're jealous...
At her words, said with such joy in Eames's voice, and Eames wrapping her braids around his neck, pressing her small breasts against his chest, Goren looked at her surprised.
Was he dreaming.
Or was Eames happy that he was jealous.
Goren couldn't deny it.
He was insanely jealous.
So if Eames loved the man he was, when he was jealous...
Goren didn't waste a second, he brought his hands to Eames' pants, slid them and his panties to the floor, and slipped his fingers to his crotch, caressed his already damp little button.
- Oh Alex... But you're already soaking wet.
Yes, she was.
And it was his fault.
Didn't Goren see the effect he was having on her.
His words, his caresses, his kisses were making her lose all control.
And right now, she was boiling over, wanting only one thing: for him to put out the fire he'd just lit inside her.
- Bobby... Take me now.
Pardon.
Had Goren misheard...
Had Eames really just told him she wanted him to take her, and right away.
- But Alex...
Eames placed her little fingers on his lips, silencing him.
- Bobby... I want you inside me... now.
Very well, then.
Then he'd do whatever his little blond angel asked.
For to Goren, that's what Eames was.
She was his angel.
He slipped his hands to her hips, lifted them, wrapped his legs around her waist, and stuck her back to the wall.
- Alex... I...
She didn't give him time to finish his sentence, she was already reaching for his fly, unzipping it, plunging her hand inside, pulling out his hard member, taking it in her hand, caressing it up and down, bringing her intimacy close to his member, brushing against it.
- Isn't that too fast, Alex.
Eames shook his head in denial, plunged his big hazel eyes into her brown gaze, and lowered her intimacy onto his member, anchoring it, starting to move his pelvis.
- Oh Bobby... I love it when you're jealous.
My God...
Goren hadn't expected his jealousy to get Eames so hot and bothered.
And he had to admit...
that he adored this Eames.
Crazy with desire, for the little woman who moved on his member, and clung to him, moaning, Goren grabbed Eames' little buttocks, thrust deep into her, accentuated his thrusts with his loins, pounded her.
- Oh Alex... You're so hot...
Yes, she was, and it was because of him.
- It was your fault.
Pardon.
His fault.
But he had no time to continue his thoughts, Eames was going wild on his member, clutching at him, and uttering little cries, which drove him completely mad.
- Oh Bobby... Yes... I'm going to...
That's all it took for Eames to feel the waves of voluptuousness sweep over her.
She arched her back and howled with pleasure, in front of Goren who couldn't take his eyes off her, savoring the spectacle, which he found dazzling.
- Oh Bobby... If you only knew...
Goren lowered his face to Eames' and took possession of her lips, intertwining their tongues in a mad dance.
My God...
Being inside Eames felt so good.
- Oh Alex... I love being inside you so much.
And suddenly, there was an explosion, a violent, searing explosion.
He tensed, his body shaking with spasms, gave one last thrust, let out his scream, and delivered his seed into her.
- Oh Alex... Yes... You're mine.
Goren let his head fall back against Eames' small breasts, trying to catch his breath.
- Alex... If you only knew how much I love you.
Pardon.
What had Goren just said.
It was barely audible.
And for good reason, with her head buried in her small breasts, how could she have heard or understood what Goren had just said to her.
- Bobby... Can you repeat what you've just told me?
- No... I can't.
Goren raised his red face and shook his head in denial.
- But why...
Why did...
Because he was afraid that if she found out about his feelings, she wouldn't want him anymore.
- I'm sorry Alex... But I…
Eames smiles fondly.
Very well.
She wouldn't question him again.
For she knew that if she insisted, he would close up.
So she wouldn't insist.
- Very well... Eames stroked Goren's neck with extreme gentleness. Let's go to sleep. She pointed to her son's bedroom door. Since our son is squatting in my room with his boyfriend. Let's crash in his. Eames grinned mischievously. And above all, his big bed.
Go to sleep...
But Goren couldn't stay here.
He had to go home.
If he stayed, Eames would think he was trying to impose.
And he didn't want that.
- Alex... I have to go home.
- No... I want you by my side when I wake up. She put her little fingers on his nose, pinching gently. I don't want you to run away like last time. She brought her fingers up to his forehead, snapped them. Is that clear.
Very well, then.
For Eames, and only for her, he would stay.
- I promise I won't run away. Then I'll stay.
Delighted by Goren's answer, Eames took his face in his hands and kissed him fiercely.
- A good decision at last.
Pardon.
A good decision at last.
Was it him...
Or was Eames ruling his life.
And if she was, he wouldn't complain, on the contrary.
As long as he could be with her and her son.
Especially if he was lucky enough to spend every night with her in his arms, feeling her quiver and moan beneath his fingers.
Gently, Goren pulled Eames away from the wall, holding her preciously in his arms, and entered his son's room.