NSFW – Contains sexual content & nudity
Life with triplets in the toddler stage is not for the faint of heart. There are more mouths to feed than you have hands, and they always seem to be hungry at the same time. Natalie is not a happy camper this morning and has let me (and most of our neighbors) know it. That little girl has quite a set of lungs on her.
When Natalie sees me approach her crib, she starts to calm down, and by the time I start lifting her out of it, she’s cracking a smile because she knows her bottle will be in her grabby little hands momentarily.
I hear the front door open and someone dashing up the stairs. Lucas walks into the babies’ room with a big smile on his face. “Hey, Mom. I’m home. Looks like you could use a hand.”
“Oh, Lucas. I sure could.” I had already fed Nicholas, so Lucas picks up Noah and tends to his needs. “You’re in an awfully good mood. Did you have fun at Albert’s last night?”
Blushing, Lucas replies, “Yeah, Mom.” That’s a first. There’s more to this story, but now’s not the time to get into it.
Today, my twin girls are celebrating their birthday. They didn’t want a big party, so I picked up two birthday cakes and called everyone into the dining room that afternoon.
Molly, who was two minutes older than Megan, went first. We all cheered as she blew out her candles.
As a teenager, Molly became a Snob. She is also a Brave girl who Loves the Heat and has Star Quality, .
Next up was Megan. She thought long and hard before making her wish; then blew out the candles.
As a teenager, Megan became a Loner. She is also Eccentric, Disciplined and a Light Sleeper.
On Sunday, Megan and Lucas are a big help with the triplets. Megan starts teaching Noah the basics of walking.
Meanwhile, Lucas helps teach Nicholas to talk.
I look out the window and see Logan and Molly talking in the side yard. Looks like they’re not going to be of any help.
And, now I see why. They’re battling it out with water balloons. Logan is taking no prisoners and wallops Molly with one direct hit after another.
Molly, on the other hand, can’t seem to hit Logan to save her life. I watch as he dodges one water balloon after another. I’m surprised to see Molly being such a good sport about it. She’s been knocked to the ground on multiple occasions, but she gets back up and continues taunting her brother.
While Molly’s been doing really well in high school, Megan’s been struggling. She’s really uncomfortable in large groups of people and says she finds the classroom setting very distracting. I asked Logan, our resident genius, to tutor his sister on the fundamentals so she can catch up to the rest of the class.
Laughing, he says, “I’d much rather do that than change stinky diapers, Mom. I’ll leave those to Lucas.”
“That’s fine, honey. Just help your sister.”
Later that week, Logan came home from school all excited. “Mom, I made the Honor Roll!”
“Oh, honey, that’s wonderful. Congratulations! Come and give me a hug.”
“Me, too, Mom.”
“Congratulations, sweetheart! I’m proud of you — both of you!”
“Lucas, is there something on your mind? You look … nervous. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”
“Yeah, Mom. I don’t really know how to tell you this, so I’m just gonna say it.”
“I thought you might say that. Lucas, honey, I love you, and I just want you to be happy.”
Lucas sighed with relief. “You’re not mad?”
“Why would I be mad? You’re my son. I love you with all my heart, and nothing’s going to change that.”
“So, are you and Albert dating?”
“Yeah, he’s my boyfriend.”
“I thought I saw a spark between you two. Lucas, were you two dating when you slept at his house?”
“Yeah, Mom, but nothing happened.”
“Still, you weren’t exactly honest with me, were you?”
“Mom, a guy’s gotta have some secrets, you know.”
“Teenagers! First Logan and his ‘bro code’ and now you, too.”
“C’mere and give me a hug already.”
“You’re the best, Mom. Is it all right if I invite Al to our birthday party tonight?”
“Of course. He’s a sweet boy. Give him a call.”
Albert is one of the first guests to arrive at Lucas and Logan’s birthday party. Before he heads inside to see Lucas, I take the opportunity to set his mind at ease and get to know him a little better.
I’m sure Lucas is looking forward to seeing Albert, so I tell him to go on inside. The gate opens and in walks a handsome man I’ve never met before. I can only assume he’s a party crasher.
He introduces himself as Rashmi Aman Savarkar and says he’s a friend of a friend. I can’t get him to be any more specific, but something in his deep brown eyes says I can trust him, so I let him stay.
We all head inside the house so we can get the party going, and as I walk by my bedroom, I see Albert give Lucas a beautiful bouquet of purple flowers. Lucas looks surprised and happy. I smile to myself. My boy is smitten.
The party is in full swing now. I invited Kylie, Kendra, Kevin and Abrielle to join us. Kevin wasn’t able to make it. Lucas and Albert are dancing their hearts out, and Kylie is dancing right along with them.
“Hey, everyone! It’s time for cake. Lucas, you’re up first.” We gather in the dining room and cheer as Lucas makes a wish and blows out his candles. No one cheers louder than Albert.
As an adult, Lucas added Dramatic to his existing traits of Brave, Absent-Minded, Good Sense of Humor and Nurturing. He wants to pursue a career as a Master Magician.
Up next is Logan. He takes forever to decide on a wish. I can only assume his finely tuned mind is thinking over all the possibilities.
As an adult, Logan added Neurotic to his existing traits of Friendly, Genius, Grumpy and Cat Person. He wants to become a Forensic Specialist / Dynamic DNA Profiler. Logan resembles his father even more now.
The next day, while the girls are in school, I teach Nicholas to walk, and Lucas works with Noah on his verbal skills. Natalie learned faster than her brothers, so she gets to play with her blocks.
When I finish with Nicholas, Logan reads him his favorite book.
While the boys keep an eye on the triplets, I drive to the grocery store to pick up a few things. As I pull into the parking lot, I’m surprised to see Jared. Walking over, I call out, “Hey, Jared. How are you?”
“I’m well, Jill. Actually, I’ve been meaning to call you.”
“Yes. This may be a bit awkward, but I wanted you to hear it from me rather than through the grapevine. I’ve been seeing someone, Jill … your daughter Jenna.”
“Jenna?” I stare at Jared, dumbfounded. “Yeah, that’s awkward, all right. I guess you’ll have to stop flirting with me then, Jared. Jenna’s a good girl. You treat her right.”
“Of course, Jill. I really care about Jenna. I don’t want to mess that up.”
As if my conversation with Jared isn’t awkward enough, Jasper strolls by us. I can see his smirk in my peripheral vision as he continues into the grocery store. I close my eyes momentarily, feeling my pulse quicken as I vividly recall the day Jasper and I met. What happened between us was wrong on so many levels, but it awakened a part of me I didn’t know existed — a slightly darker, hedonistic part of myself — the part I always keep under tight control for fear of reproach.
Suddenly, a feeling of calm washes over me, and I realize it’s OK to want Jasper. I’m free now. There’s no other man in my life, and these thoughts, emotions — this overwhelming desire — I’ve come by it honestly this time. Jasper didn’t compel me to feel this way.
It quickly registers that Jared has been talking to me all this time and I’ve been so caught up in my own thoughts that I haven’t heard a word he said. He smiles, knowingly, and quietly says, “Goodnight, Jill, and good luck.”
Jasper approaches me and simply says, “Hello, Jill.”
“Hi,” I reply, surprised at how breathy my voice sounds. Gazing into his gorgeous gray-blue eyes, I can see how easy it was to fall under Jasper’s spell. Just standing near him, I can feel the power he still has over me. He doesn’t have to compel me. I’m irrefutably drawn to him.
Jasper says softly, “Jill, are you still angry with me?”
“I was, for quite some time, Jasper. Do you understand why?”
“By compelling you, I took away your free will, your right to choose. Will you ever forgive me?”
“I’ll consider forgiving you, Jasper, providing you don’t do it again.”
“I promise. That makes me a happy man. I’ve missed you, sweetness.”
Leaning forward, I whisper in Jasper’s ear, “I must admit, I’ve been thinking about you, too.”
Jasper nuzzles my neck and presses kisses along my neck and throat. “Your body tells me all I need to know, sweetness.”
“What do you mean?”
“You want me — as much as I want you. Your pulse is racing, your breathing is erratic…. Shall I go on?”
“No, that won’t be necessary. I won’t deny it. I do want you, Jasper.”
Your children must be in bed by now. Shall we go to your place or mine?”
“Let’s go to my house.”
“Lead the way, my dear.”
When we arrive at my house, I start giving Jasper a quick tour of the downstairs. He sneaks up behind me and scares the living daylights out of me.
I gasp. “What the hell, Jasper?” As my heart rate starts to go back to normal, I can hear him snickering behind me. “If that’s your idea of foreplay, you should just leave now.”
“Of course not, sweetness. You know better than that. I’m just having a little fun with you. I’ll behave. Well, I mean, I won’t scare you again. You don’t really want me to behave. That would take all the fun out of it,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Oh, Jasper. What am I going to do with you?”
“Mmm … I have plenty of ideas for the both of us, sweetness. Now, bring those sweet lips over here.”
He pulls me into his arms and presses soft kisses on my lips, running his hands slowly up and down my back. With one taste of his full, sensuous lips, my mind is flooded with memories of Jasper’s sexual prowess.
“Your bedroom — where is it?”
“Just down the hall, through that door.”
Jasper lifts me in his arms as if I’m as light as a feather and carries me to my bedroom.
As soon as we’re behind closed doors, Jasper sheds his coat, vest and tie. As he starts to unbutton his shirt, I ogle his muscular torso and six-pack abs. Gloriously naked from the waist up, he wraps his arms around me and leans in to kiss me, exploring my mouth with his tongue. His kiss is, at once, seductive, salacious and hungry.
Jasper plants kisses across my jaw, up to my earlobe, tugging it gently with his teeth. His hands slide down my back and land on my butt. He squeezes it and presses his hardness against me. “Mmm … Jasper.” With each sucking kiss along my neck, throat and collarbone, I fall further under his spell.
Jasper eases the hem of my skirt higher and higher, caressing my skin along the way, until it’s up to my waist. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he says as he steps back and helps me out of them. I unbuckle his belt, and Jasper makes quick work of his gray flannel trousers.
He’s wearing black boxer briefs, my personal favorite. “Sit down at the end of the bed, sweetness,” he says as he crawls between my legs and hovers over me.
Knowing how sensitive my neck is, Jasper continues his sensual journey. As I arch my back in response, Jasper unhooks my bra and tosses it on the floor. He cups my left breast and drags his thumb back and forth across my nipple. The feel of Jasper’s lips and tongue on my right breast sends a beeline of electric current straight to my sex, and I caress the back of his head as he suckles me. Eventually, he switches sides and pays equal attention to my other breast.
“Oh, God, Jasper. That feels so good.”
Jasper raises his head, and I whimper at the loss. “The night is young, sweetness, and I want to give you more pleasure than you can possibly imagine.”
He gives me a devilish smirk as he tucks his thumbs into the sides of my panties. I raise my hips to help him slip them off.
Jasper gets off the bed and removes his boxers. He slides me down to the edge. Spreading my legs, he positions one over each of his shoulders. With a lascivious smile on his handsome face, Jasper looks up at me and says, “You were saying something earlier about foreplay?”
“Oh, shut up, Jasper,” I gasp, short of breath, my body writhing with need.
Inhaling deeply, Jasper groans and shows me just how much pleasure that masterful mouth and skilled tongue can provide. He is tireless — relentless in the pursuit of my orgasm.
“Ah, ah, ah … Jasper, I’m …”
“Let go, sweetness. Come for me.”
Jasper sends me flying over the edge, free falling for longer than I ever thought possible. I call out his name while my body quakes from the intense pleasure.
“Holy shit, Jasper. That was incredible.” I take a deep, shuddering breath.
Jasper stands up, smiling, then leans over and kisses me ardently. Before I know what’s happening, he flips me over, positioning me on my hands and knees. I’m amazed once more at how strong he is. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He kneels behind me and feathers kisses down my spine as he caresses my sides and hips. “Ready for me, sweetness?”
I feel Jasper grasp my sides and slowly enter me until he’s fully seated. He slowly thrusts in and out a couple of times before gradually picking up speed.
“Jasper, please … don’t hold back.”
“As you wish, sweetness.” Jasper rears back and begins pounding his hips against mine.
“Mmm … yes. God, yes. You feel so good, Jasper,” I gasp. My breathing is labored and Jasper hasn’t even broken a sweat. All of a sudden, another orgasm rips through me and I’m shattered into a million pieces.
“Yes, sweetness. Oh, what you do to me.” Jasper thrusts again, even harder — once, twice, three times — until he finally succumbs to his own release. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me back against his chest, using his other hand to tilt my head back and kiss me reverently.
When we both come down to Earth, Jasper lies down on the bed and positions me on top of him. Completely boneless, I start to doze off cradled in his strong arms.
“Jill, let’s get you under the covers. I don’t want you to be cold.”
“Hmm? Oh, OK.”
“You’re exhausted, aren’t you?”
“Yes, you completely wiped me out tonight, Jasper,” I say with a tired smile.
“Well, then, I should probably never do that again, hmm?”
“Oh, I didn’t say that. Don’t be putting words in my mouth. Goodnight, Jasper.”