"Stop," I whispered, pushing Moose back with my butt. I was at the stove flipping pancakes and frying bacon, trying to fend off Moose's paws. I felt weird about fooling around or touching when Chad was in the house. Moose didn't seem to mind. He'd kiss me or paw at me without a second thought of his son being around.
This morning he ambushed me while I was in the shower. Before I knew what was happening, I was turned around and pressed against the wall. As Moose entered me from behind and took me hard and fast, I prayed that Chad couldn't hear us.
Moose laughed, and then poured himself a mug of coffee and sat down at the table.
"Good morning, sunshine," Moose said. I turned to see Chad shuffling into the kitchen. He was still wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants.
His eyes were half-clos
