George stripped the bed and put a couple of books under the corner of the bed where the leg had given it’s all in the name of lust. He’d tease Ginny about that later. There was no hope for the pillow nor part of the mattress. He put two bottom sheets on the bed to cover the damage and quickly remade the rest of the bed. He gathered up the torn sheets and the dead pillow just as he heard the shower stop. He closed the door and headed back to the kitchen and the phone.
*
Patrick and Ginny had barely managed to keep their hormones in check in the shower. All it took was one touch of a soapy washcloth to bring his erection bobbing up against Ginny. She smiled down at him and then started washing him.
“This has to be the best shower I’ve had in ages,” he sighed as her hands explored his body with the help of the washcloth.
“Glad to know my techniques for washing squirmy little pups works just as well on older dogs,” she teased.
Patrick laughed. “Yes, I guess they do. Those three were a riot this morning with breakfast. Is Sara always the ring leader?” he asked.
“Always. That girl has Alpha Bitch etched in her bones,” said Ginny. Her hands moved down his legs and then back up to cup and wash his balls and cock. The soap slid down his erection in parody of semen. Ginny smiled.
“Do you encourage Ivan and Joe to talk?” he asked. Ginny’s attentions to his stomach and ass were making conversation difficult.
“All the time. We even put Sara in a different school, and yet when they are home, she’s the boss,” said Ginny. She stood up and handed him the washcloth.
Patrick soaped up the washcloth and started running it over Ginny’s breasts. He was enjoying how her nipples responded to his touch. “Any reason why those three are so tight?” he asked.
It was Ginny’s turn to have trouble talking. “Ppprobably because their mother Penny was too wrapped up in the older children and Duke’s an idiot,” said Ginny at last.
Patrick moved the washcloth between Ginny’s legs and washed slowly. Ginny moaned. Patrick smiled. He washed her back and ass then put down the washcloth and moved Ginny under the water to rinse her off. “So how long have you and George been parenting them?” he asked.
“On and off since they were born,” she said. “You know, you sure are nosy.”
“Yeah, I like to know the people around me and why they act the way they do,” he said leaning down to kiss her. They kissed until the water began to run cold. Ginny turned it off and as she stepped out she grabbed two towels. She handed one to Patrick and then wrapped herself in the other. From a hook, she grabbed one for her hair.
“Which brings me to a question,” she said.
“Yes,” said Patrick.
“Is this one hell of a good scratch of an itch and one night stand? Or, are you interested in something more?” she asked.
Patrick looked down at Ginny standing there with her hair turbaned in a towel, another one wrapped around her body and her hands on her hips. He didn’t dare say how much she reminded him of Sara, but he smiled. “Let’s go sit down in the bedroom,” he said.
They dried off and headed to the bedroom. Ginny was surprised to see the damaged sheets gone and the bed remade.
“Wow, did the wee pups do that or George?” asked Patrick.
Ginny looked at the corner of the bed that had sagged earlier and saw the text books under the mattresses. “George. The kids wouldn’t have used text books,” she said.
Patrick looked and nodded. “Damn, I knew the sex was good, but didn’t realize we’d broken the bed,” he said. Turning to Ginny, he took her hand and brought her around to the head of the bed. They crawled in and she snuggled up to him.
“I have to admit that when Cal called me a few weeks ago and asked if I wanted to come out here to job hunt, I turned him down,” Patrick started.
Ginny began to interrupt and Patrick silenced her with a look.
“Then he said that not only was there work out here, but there was a woman I had to meet. Said I’d be crazy to not come out. Oh, and when was the last time I’d had sex? As I mentioned, I lost my wife a few years ago, and I had sort of crawled into myself,” he said. Ginny nodded but didn’t interrupt.
“Then I got to thinking. No mate, no work, what the hell. I’d been living with friends, so all I had was already in storage. I called Cal and said I was thinking of coming out. He said about time, and gave me the address to where he worked. When I got there, I just about turned around until I got in the door. I couldn’t see you at first, because I was still sun blinded. I could smell you though. All I could think was ‘please let the smell match the woman’ and then I could see you.
“And how disappointed were you?” she asked.
Patrick sat up and took Ginny by the chin. “Stop that,” he said and the sub-vocals rolled over her skin.
“Uhh…” was all Ginny got out.
“I wasn’t disappointed, because I wasn’t sure what I was smelling was you. And in all honesty, you’re not a disappointment. Yes, you’re hair is gray, and you are older, but that is not a reason to be disappointed. Hell, we’re probably about the same age,” he said.
Ginny pulled her head back and looked at him. “No way,” she said.
“Ginny, I’m forty-eight,” he said.
“Okay, I’ll just shut up,” Ginny said.
“From that reaction, how much older am I than you?” he asked. When she didn’t answer, he gave her a look.
“Two or three years depending on where your birthday falls, she said.
Patrick smiled. “Now that you’re surprised, I’ll tell you the rest of this story,” he said. Ginny just nodded.