The Divorcee's Redemption

53: Would

I hummed and tipped the bottle just enough to fill her glass with white wine.

"And you lost your shit, like always, and threatened to drown that poor guy in the ocean," she laughed while taking a sip of her glass, "You were such an animal."

"He was supposed to make sure that the yacht was safe, Chelsea. What do you expect?" I muttered.

She leaned closer, her hand on my shoulder as she wrapped her legs around my waist, comfortably settling on my lap, "If we hadn't spent the night on that yacht, Lucy wouldn't have seen those orcas." Chelsea took another seductive sip of her glass.

Releasing a heavy sigh, I put the bottle away and she whined, "Oh come on, just one more glass."

"You've emptied half already. The rest is saved for later."

"Did the Gulf of Mexico make your mood sour already?"

I gave her a better smile and wrapped my arms around her waist, "It wasn't a bad trip, I agree. Lucy had a lot of fun." My lips eventually found her ear, making her hum in pleasure.

"But it's too bad that you had to go for that meeting the next day," she sighed and put her glass aside. Now both her arms were around my neck as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"Well, that was the very reason we went there."

"But I wish we could have stayed on the yacht the whole day," Chelsea whispered, pressing her face against mine. Her eyes were closed and our breaths mingled with each other. Added to that, the unkempt strands of her hair were tickling my face. Her hair was so wild from all the fucking, that she had to put it up in a bun.

Now that she was in my shirt with no panties to hide her wetness, she was already soaking my boxers. She didn't bother to button up though, and I liked it this way. Her hard nipples were already grazing my chest.

"I remembered Lucy giving me a lesson from National Geographic," I shook my head and Chelsea laughed again, "You can't blame her, can you? You didn't know what in the world an orca was!"

"She had a weird obsession for animals..."

"I wonder who she got it from..." Chelsea mumbled.

Just like that, we had been talking about an old business trip that I had to make. It was a meeting in Mexico, and Lucy was a little over twelve at the time. She had insisted on accompanying me as it was her summer vacation and of course, I took Chelsea along.

"Hey," she whispered, "do you think that either of our parents could have been crazy about animals?"

"Where did that come from..." I muttered and buried my face in her neck. "They abandoned their kids. They are the last people I want Lucy to inherit something from."

Chelsea cupped my face in her palms, "Haven't you ever felt like going in search of them?" Her eyes gleamed.

"No."

I pushed her down on the bed and attacked her breasts with kisses. Chelsea gasped, her fingers tightly clutching my hair.

"You said... Ah!... You were going to drop me home... W-what..."

"Do you want to leave?" I pulled back and hovered over her.

Chelsea was already sprinkled with hickeys. I wanted her to have more.

"No, but... what if Lucy comes in the morning?"

"She won't. She knows I'm too busy fucking her Mom."

I squeezed her breast and brought it to my mouth, Chelsea moaned when my other hand found her wet core.