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  Tad comes to stand behind me and I grab his arm as he wraps it tightly around my shoulders.

  “How did I get so lucky to have found you?” I turn and say softly to him. He gently kisses my lips and we hear a gagging sound from the other side of the island.

  “Yuk, you two are gross!” Ami says while scrunching her face up. “I’m going upstairs.”

  “I have some news regarding the divorce.” Tad says once Ami is out of earshot.

  “Oh?” I say as my stomach lurches.

  “The lawyer has managed to get a visit booked for Monday to serve Kevin the papers. He then has seven days to sign them.”

  “And when he doesn’t?” I sigh.

  “Then we cross that bridge if that happens.”

  I sigh. It’s not a case of if. This is Kevin we are talking about. There’s no way in hell he is just going to sign those papers and actually let me not only marry another man, but also let that man adopt his daughter. There is not a shred of decency in him, and he is so selfish. He doesn’t care about Ami, let alone about me.

  A wave of disappointment flows through me. Kevin just gets in the way of everything. Even though I left him over a year ago, he creeps into my brain every day. He ends up in conversation most days, and I can tell it’s getting to a point where it’s starting to bother Tad. Even though he would never say anything.

  This divorce would mean the end of that. The end of having to think about him at all. Tad and I could get married, have a baby. He could adopt Ami and we could get on with the rest of our lives without the shadow of my murderer ex-husband following us everywhere.

  “Hey.” Tad lifts my chin. “Stop stressing, it’s all going to work out fine, I promise.” I fake a smile at Tad and turn back to my coffee.

  Tad

  It has become a weekly tradition for us to go for Sunday dinner at Rachel’s parents now.

  We all go round and Rachel’s mum stuffs us full of a delicious roast dinner, with giant sized puddings, and wine glasses that magically never empty no matter how much you drink!

  Then we all enter food comas in the living room watching a film. This week it is Leo’s turn to pick, and “Back to the Future” is starting up on the television. I am so grateful for a decent film as I was getting sick of kids films and soppy rom coms! Ami, however, is not so pleased.

  “But it’s so old!” She moans.

  “It’s not old, it’s a classic!” Leo says.

  “Just like your gramps.” Rachel jokes.

  Mary brings in coffee for us all and a hot chocolate for Ami, then we all sit and watch the film.

  I am sitting with Rachel on one side and Ami on the other, both are cuddled into me. I look around the room at Leo and Mary on the other sofa, the fireplace roaring at the side of the room, the rain lashing down outside, and I just feel so content. It’s such a nice feeling. I can have the most stressful day ever at work, but all of that disappears when I walk into the house and see my two girls, smiling from ear to ear, just because I have walked through the door.

  Ami has fallen asleep on the short drive home, so when we get back I carry her up to bed and tuck her in.

  “Sweet dreams princess.” I whisper as I kiss her gently on the forehead. She looks so peaceful. I quietly walk out of her room and close the door behind me.

  I walk downstairs and find Rachel in the kitchen.

  “Wine or coffee babe?” She asks.

  “I think I’ll have a whiskey actually.” I say.

  “Yuk, I don’t know how you can drink that stuff!” She says in mock disgust.

  She pours herself a glass of wine as I reach on the top shelf of the wine rack for a bottle of Macallan.

  “It’s clearly a drink for those with expensive taste.” I wink at her.

  “No, it’s gross! Throw some coke over it and it’s drinkable, but how you can drink it like that I will never know.” She laughs.

  “Well at least I won’t have to worry about you drinking all my whiskey while I am out.”

  “No, you absolutely won’t!”

  I make my way over to the front room but Rachel stops at the door to the basement.

  “Wanna play?” She says through an incredibly dirty smile.

  “I’ll meet you down there.” I smile back at her.

  I drain my glass and quickly go into the kitchen to refill it, making sure to half fill the glass with ice first.

  When I get downstairs Rachel is sitting on the edge of the bed.

  “Not choosing any toys today Rachel?” I say as I get to the bed.

  “No, I thought Sir might like to choose.” My cock twitches at her words.

  I walk over to the chest at the end of the bed, open it and rifle through everything in it.

  Searching through the chest, I pick out a leather paddle and decide that’s all I need. It’s been far too long since I’ve seen that beautiful arse turned a hot shade of pink.

  Her smile widens as I put the paddle next to her on the bed.

  “Stand up.” I half growl at her.

  She stands and I pull her shirt from over her head. I unbutton her jeans and pull them down. As she steps out of them, I take a step back to admire the beautiful woman standing in front of me.

  “I want you to turn around, bend over the side of the bed, and use your arms to keep yourself steady.” I watch as she turns in front of me, bends over, pushing her gorgeous backside out. She puts her hands on the bed and waits there silently for me.

  “Good girl.” I stroke my hand down her spine, until my fingertips are teasing the skin of her soft cheeks. I roughly grab a handful of her arse and she squeals slightly.

  “Safe words?” I ask, squeezing tighter.

  “Amber and red.” She replies huskily.

  “Good girl.” Without warning, I pull my hand back and hit her, hard on the backside. The silence of the room is suddenly broken by the crack of the slap, and Rachel’s sharp intake of breath.

  As I alternate between cheeks, her breathing becomes heavier. I pick up the silky black paddle, and gently stroke her pinked arse with it.

  “Do you like being spanked Rachel?”

  I hear her swallow hard before she speaks. “Yes, Sir, I do.” I absentmindedly grab my cock in my free hand and will it to behave for just a little while longer.

  I pull the paddle back and lightly tap it to the top of Rachel’s thigh. I use slightly more force with each hit, and move the paddle back onto her arse cheeks. They have turned a bright red, and Rachel begins to cry out with each slap.

  “Amber.” She says quietly, and I slow the paddle, and begin to move around her thighs with it. I use my other hand to gently stroke her red hot cheeks, and she moans with each gentle touch.

  “Sir?” She risks a look over her shoulder at me. “Please fuck me.”

  Without another word I throw the paddle behind me, pull my boxers down, and plunge into her. I can feel the heat from her backside radiating on to my skin. That with the combination of sounds she is making mean I’m not going to last anywhere near as long as I’d like.

  I slow my thrusts, before pulling out, turning her around and pushing her back onto the bed. In a flash I have dropped to my knees and my tongue is invading her. Her hands are in my hair and she pushes my tongue deeper inside of her. I move upwards and gently start to nibble and suck and I feel her hips buck underneath me.

  “Can I come, Sir?” She breathes and I mumble my answer into her as I increase my assault on her clit.

  Her legs clamp around my shoulders, as her back arches off the bed and I hear her calling my name. I stand and take a second to look at the sight on the bed. Rachel laying there, panting, cheeks and chest flushed red.

  I bend down and lift her in one swift movement, turning as I move to sit her on my lap. She grabs hold of my cock to position it, and the touch alone sends a moan from my lips. She slowly lowers herself down onto me and it’s too much. I grab her hips, lifting and lowering her as fast as I can.

  Her lips crash into mine
as I continue pounding into her. She lifts her legs and wraps them around my back, giving me even more access to her and it tips me over the edge. With one final hard thrust I come fiercely inside of her, just as she explodes around me.

  We fall back on the bed panting, and we just lay there for a while, while I try to get my legs to work again!

  Rachel

  Tad has taken Ami to school and let me have the morning in bed. I really do love that man!

  I hear a buzzing from his side of the bed and turn to see he has left his phone. I reach over and see it’s a message from the divorce lawyer, curiosity gets the better of me and I open the message.

  Papers have been delivered. Will update as soon as I know more. Geoff.

  Holy shit, I’d totally forgotten. Kevin has the divorce papers.

  My stomach lurches and a wave of sadness flows through me. Tad is so excited and so positive about this, he just seems to think that Kevin will have undergone a personality transplant and will have developed some sort of conscience. But I know him, I have known him for years. There is not an ounce of compassion in that man, and I know Tad’s hopes of an easy divorce are about to come crashing down.

  I get up and am making coffee when Tad walks through the door.

  “Hey babe, I’ve got coffee.” I call from the kitchen.

  “Hmm, smells amazing, thank you.” He says as he warms his hands around the mug.

  “So, you left your phone in bed.” I say meekly from behind my cup. “And it went off and I sort of read the message.” Tad lowers his coffee cup and goes to speak but I continue without giving him a chance. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have looked, it’s just I heard it going off and saw it was the divorce lawyer and I just wanted to know what it said. I’m so sorry.”

  “Hey, you don’t need to apologise!” He puts his coffee on the side and pulls me in close to him. “What did the message say?”

  “Just that the papers had been delivered, and he would update you when he knew more.”

  “Fantastic.” He kisses me on the head, picks up his coffee and walks into the front room.

  I follow him and watch him intently as he sits down and gets his laptop out. While he is scrolling he stops and looks at me. “What?” he asks.

  “You really think he is going to sign, don’t you?” I say as I sit next to him.

  “Yes. I know he is a monster, and I know what he has put you and Ami through, but he is clever. He knows that if he ever wants to get out of prison he is going to have to prove he is remorseful and has learnt from his mistakes. If he says no to the divorce, and to dissolving his parental rights, it is just going to cause trouble for him when it comes to him getting out. But if he just signs and co-operates with us, it looks better on him.”

  I’d never thought about it like that, and the thought of him plotting getting out so soon into him being sentenced sends a shiver down my spine. Tad grabs my hand.

  “Hey, it will be a long, long time until we have to worry about that.” He smiles at me and it helps, a little. “I have a load of calls to make so I’m going to go into my office.” He says.

  “Yeah, I have two cakes to get done today anyway. Mum is getting Ami for us after school and she’s giving her dinner, so I can get more done.”

  “Okay gorgeous.” He kisses me softly on the lips and heads towards his office.

  Chapter seven

  “W

  hat has happened to my house?” Tad says as he walks through the door.

  “It’s Halloween!” Ami yells from inside a mess of fake spider webs. I can’t help but laugh at her getting more and more tangled up as she is desperately trying to straighten the webs.

  “I know, but it looks like the house is being used as the set of some grizzly horror movie!” Tad laughs.

  “I know, it’s great isn’t it!” Ami says through gritted teeth as frustration gets the better of her. “Mum! Help!” She wails as she throws the webs on the floor.

  “I’m coming!” I laugh as I get up from the sofa and walk into the hallway. I give Tad a peck on the lips and go to help Ami pull apart the webs and attach the spiders to it. Tad hangs his jacket and loosens his tie before coming over and helping us.

  An hour or so later and the house is finished. There is fake blood dripping from the windows, and an electronic ghost hanging next to the doorway, ready to scare anybody who stands in front of its sensor. The walls are covered in more spider webs than I’ve ever seen and there are a multitude of skeletons and other scary decorations hanging from the windows. Ami is absolutely over the moon with our efforts. Tad goes to sit down on the sofa looking absolutely exhausted and I join him while Ami goes upstairs to get changed.

  “How was your day?” I ask as I lean my head on his shoulder.

  “Long.” He says. “I’m just glad to be home.”

  “Do you still want to go out tonight?”

  “Not really, but Scott actually went to a load of effort to sort this party out, so I think it would be rude not to show up.” I wrap my fingers in his and we sit quietly for a while.

  “Sorry about all this.” I say.

  “About what?” He kisses the top of my head softly.

  “About all the decorations and making you help out when you’ve been out all day.”

  “Don’t be so daft, you didn’t make me, I wanted to help. I love seeing Ami happy, and clearly blood and ghosts make her very happy!” He laughs and I snuggle in closer to him, feeling his heart beating against his chest. I can almost feel myself drifting off to sleep when I hear Ami sprinting down the stairs.

  “How do I look?!” She asks as she walks in.

  Good God, what happened to my baby?

  This year she chose a zombie cheerleader as her outfit. She has backcombed her hair and done her own face paint. She just looks so grown up.

  “Woah, you look awesome baby, I mean, absolutely terrifying, but awesome too.” And it is terrifying, how has my little baby girl grown up so fast?

  Before long she will be a teenager, and then she will be bringing home boyfriends… A cold chill runs through me at the very thought.

  “Mum, go and get changed!” She shouts at me before running off to her room. Tad starts to laugh at me.

  “Oh, this I have to see! What outfit are you wearing?”

  “You’ll see.” I smirk at him as I walk upstairs.

  Tad

  The first group of trick or treaters has just left. I close the door and replace the huge bowl of sweets on the table next to the door.

  “Oh my God, Mum!” Ami shrieks from next to me. I turn to see Rachel walking down the stairs and my jaw almost hits the floor.

  She is dressed as a nurse, I mean, a scary nurse, but Holy shit. If Ami wasn’t here right now I wouldn’t be able to stop myself ripping off that little dress and fucking her here and now on the stairs.

  Her hair is tied back in a messy bun with stands of hair poking out from under her little nurse’s hat. She is in a white dress, covered in fake blood and rips. But it’s the fishnet stockings that are really doing it for me, and the bright red lips.

  She walks over to us and winks at me.

  “Why aren’t you dressed yet?” She asks me.

  “Me? I don’t have anything to wear.”

  Ami and Rach look at each other and giggle.

  “Oh yes you do, go look upstairs.” Rachel says as she tries not to laugh.

  Intrigued, I run upstairs and find my outfit on the bed.

  Fucking hell! The things I do for these women!

  I have never in my life dressed up for Halloween. We didn’t celebrate as kids and I’ve never had a reason to dress up since then. But here I am, staring at a set of scrubs covered in fake blood.

  I walk downstairs and the girls both start giggling.

  “How come you get to look kinky as fuck and I get to look like an idiot?” I whisper in Rachel’s ear.

  “Sexism at its finest babe! Men get to look scary or stupid and women get to look hot. Just
the way it is.” She shrugs while laughing.

  “Then could you have not picked something scary?” I say as I tug on the surgeon’s hat that is squashing my hair on to my face.

  “I wanted to make sure we matched!”

  I roll my eyes and she kisses me on the cheek.

  “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it. What were you planning on wearing tonight?”

  “Uh, clothes?” I say, puzzled.

  “What normal clothes?”

  “Yes…”

  “Tad, it’s a fancy dress Halloween party!”

  “I’ve never ever worn a Halloween outfit in my life before now!” I laugh.

  “Well, that’s something to tick off the bucket list then.”

  “Come on you two, let’s go before all the good sweets go!” Ami calls from the front door.

  By the time we get back from trick or treating with Ami, I am beyond exhausted and bed is calling. We dropped Ami off at Rachel’s parents and she is going to stay there tonight so we don’t have to worry about getting back. Rachel walks into the front room and the sight of her in those slutty stockings is enough to wake me up. She has redone her make-up, undone a couple of top buttons and I’m sure her skirt is shorter now. Her tits are spilling out of her dress and it takes a lot for me to not just grab them.

  “Car is outside babe.” She says before bending over slightly to pick up her bag from the sofa.

  “Please make sure you don’t need to bend down for anything this evening.” I half growl.

  “Why not?” She is still bent down next to me, and she lifts her head, giving me a perfect view of her cleavage, and those bright red lips.

  “Because it’s taking a lot for me not to just turn you around and fuck you right now, and I’m not sure how long I will be able to hold back if I can continuously see your tits almost spilling out at me.”

  She smiles and turns around, still bent over. “I’ll just make sure I bend this way then so you can’t see my tits.” Her perfect arse is staring back at me, she’s wearing the tiniest white lacy panties and I’m pretty sure I’m almost totally hard under my poxy scrubs right now.