CBQ4: Shane and Lacie
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Lacie
“That’s a beautiful dinosaur, Sara!”
Lacie Callaghan smiled into the webcam. The little girl withdrew the tablet far enough away from the camera for Lacie to see her smiling face.
“Thanks, Mrs. Callaghan! It’s a tri-Sara-tops. Get it?” She giggled.
“Very clever! Don’t forget about show and tell tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay. Bye!”
Lacie stood and stretched as the digital connection winked out. She wasn’t used to sitting for so long. Prior to the schools shutting down, her days as a Kindergarten teacher meant she rarely sat down at all.
She shuffled to the kitchen for another cup of coffee. From the waist up, she looked professional and properly put together. Her shirt was bright and clean, her hair was combed. From the torso down, however, she wore flannel lounge pants and fluffy slippers that looked like polar bear paws.
Lacie paused at the entrance to the kitchen, taking a moment to gaze upon the two favorite men in her life. Her husband Shane was playing a card matching game with their young son, Liam. She watched with pride as Liam systematically turned over the cards one by one. The instant he found a card he’d seen before, he unerringly flipped over its match. Clearly, Liam had inherited his father’s eidetic memory.
“You beat me again,” Shane sighed heavily, but his eyes were twinkling as he picked up the last two peanut M&Ms from his stack and placed them in Liam’s pile.
“’Course I did,” Liam said, grinning widely. “Can I go watch TV now?”
“Sure.”
Liam scrambled across the kitchen, pausing briefly to give her a quick “hey mom” and a chocolate-and-peanut-scented hug.
She looked at the cards Shane was stacking neatly into a deck and raised an eyebrow. “Geography flash cards? So this is what you were using my laminator for.”
“Educational and fun,” Shane commented. “We did Africa and Asia today.”
“Maybe you should be the teacher and I should I take a crack at lawyering.”
“You’d hate every second of it.”
“I know I would,” she said on an exhale. Law was far too tedious, far too detailed for her easily distracted brain. That was one of the reasons she’d chosen to teach Kindergarten. She understood the kids’ constant need for visual and varied means of mental stimulation at a very basic level.
“Come here.” Shane patted his lap in invitation.
Lacie didn’t need to be told twice. She straddled his lap and laced her arms around his neck, savoring the feel of his strong arms around her. Lawyer he might be, but he was also a highly-trained SEAL and his honed body was just one of many evidential exhibits.
His fingers making firm, heavenly circles against her knotted upper back muscles. “Rough day?”
She closed her eyes in bliss. “Yessss. You’d think teaching from behind a monitor would be easier than in a classroom, but it’s not. My back hurts, my shoulders ache, and my eyes are blurry.”
“Sounds like you need to some exercise.”
Just like that, her mood lifted and the weariness that had been dogging her vanished. It wasn’t his words as much as the deep, husky way he’d said them.
She shifted on his lap, feeling him growing harder beneath the thin flannel. “BodyWorks is closed.
“True,” he agreed, lowering his head to place a soft, barely-there kiss beneath her ear. “But our home office isn’t.”
She closed her eyes and lifted her chin to give him better access. “Liam’s in the next room.”
“Liam’s watching his favorite movie. He’s not going to blink for the next ninety minutes.” Shane nipped her earlobe.
Her reluctance wavered. Once upon a time, spontaneous sexy times were an everyday occurrence. Since Liam stopped taking regular naps, however, their intimate time was usually relegated to nights and very early mornings. The thought of having a bit of afternoon delight was both naughty and thrilling.
“Come on, baby,” Shane coaxed, grazing her breasts with his thumbs. “We can make it quick.”
Shane
Lacie moaned softly and rocked her core against him. He could have just let her ride it out right there in the kitchen, but he was feeling greedy. Having her around all day was a both a blessing and a curse. He loved being near her, but seeing her ass in those flannels every time she walked by was a temptation that was hard to resist.
He knew she was having a hard time of things. She missed her kids. Seeing them on a screen wasn’t the same as being there, and for many of them, her classroom was their escape. For a few hours each day, they were free to learn and express themselves through art and games and fun in a safe environment. Not all kids had that at home, and it broke his gentle croie’s heart.
She was putting up a good front, maintaining a cheery smile and a positive outlook in front of the webcam and around Liam, but Shane knew his wife. Fear and worry were wearing on her. She worried about their family, their friends, her kids and their families. She hadn’t seen her parents or her brother or sister in over two weeks and that didn’t help, either.
The situation wasn’t too bad yet in and around Pine Ridge, but they both knew that it was going to get a lot worse before it got better.
Shane pushed back from the table and stood, cupping her ass with his hands. Lacie’s legs wrapped around him long enough for soul-searing kiss before she lowered them and slid down his body. There wasn’t a damn thing he could do about the deadly virus or the healthcare crisis, but he could see to it that his croie was well-loved, cared for, and for a little while, distracted.
“Shh,” he commanded, putting his finger to her lips. She grinned back and nodded. Like two teenagers, the held hands and walked quickly but quietly toward the home office. A quick peek into the family room along the way showed Liam completely engrossed in the movie.
“Now, where were we?” he asked, closing the door and turning the lock.
“I believe you said something about physical exertion.”
“So I did.”
He pressed a button and lowered the shades, darkening the room and giving them complete privacy. He pressed another button and soft background music played from hidden speakers.
Without another word, he tugged her toward the leather couch and silently began to peel away her clothes, taken a few moments to worship each expanse of creamy skin revealed. She tangled her hands in his hair and closed her eyes.
When she was fully naked, he scooped her up and placed her on the couch, then went onto his knees before her. Pressing her knees wider, he placed open-mouth kisses along her inner thighs until she was squirming.
Then he stopped and moved away, earning himself a glare. “Why did you stop?”
“I don’t think you’re exerting yourself enough,” he teased, dropping his pants.
Her irritation was replaced by desire when her eyes dropped to where he stroked himself.
She licked her lips, which shot his arousal up another few notches, and rose from the couch. As much as he liked where she was headed, that wasn’t what he’d had in mind. He moved quickly to the couch and tugged her with him, guiding her once again onto his lap.
“What do you suggest?”
“Ride me,” he commanded.
Her eyes widened. It was almost comical. He usually took control of their lovemaking, but he wanted her to be the one in complete control this time.
After only a moment’s hesitation, she sank down onto him. He closed his eyes in bliss and held back the urge to grab her hips and thrust up into her. She took her time, exploring this new power, and driving him insane in the process.
Then her nails curled into her shoulder as she found her rhythm, found the angle that stimulated her both inside and out. Her movements grew faster, more frantic, until she squeezed around him.
He gave her a moment, then, as she melted against him, he grasped her hips and pumped into her from below, chasing his own imminent release.
She purred against him in the afterglow. “Thanks for that.”
He stroked her back. “My pleasure.”
“I’m feeling much better now.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“How much time do we have?”
He glanced at the pendulum clock on the wall. “About an hour. Why?”
She grinned wickedly. “Because I got my workout in, but I think you were just phoning it in…”