Sweet As Candy, page 3
“I don’t see why not, we should have plenty of time until bedtime. How about you color while I cook us dinner?” I ask him.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” he tells me and then I back out of the parking spot and head home. Johnny’s mind is always going a million miles an hour, not to mention his energy. It’s all I can do to keep up with him some days.
It doesn’t take us long to return home. As soon as I’m parked in the garage, Johnny has his seatbelt off and is opening his door to head inside. I make it out in the nick of time to turn the alarm off as he tears into his playroom to get his crayons and paper out.
“In a hurry?” I ask with a chuckle.
He doesn’t respond. He’s already running back to the kitchen and is climbing on the bar stool. I look in the fridge and decide it’s going to be an easy night and pull out leftovers that we’ve seemed to accumulate the past couple of days.
12
Candy
This whole weekend has been a dream, especially watching the baseball game through Johnny’s eyes. He told me every play and all the baseball lingo while he was watching it.
That was just an hour ago, now we’re back at Dylan’s house. I told him he could drop me off, but he didn’t want to hear it.
He just said, “I’ll take you home later.”
I nodded my head and went along with it. If it gets too late, I can always walk home. Something tells me though, that Dylan wouldn’t have any of that.
We’re in their backyard now watching Johnny, he’s swinging and climbing all over his wooden playset.
“I need his energy,” I tell Dylan, as I come to stand beside him. He pulls me into his side, and I rest my head on his shoulder.
“Somedays I can barely keep up with him,” he murmurs, as he places a kiss on top of my head and gathers me even closer.
“Spend the night with us?” he asks.
“Do you think that’s a good idea with Johnny?” I respond with a question of my own. Tomorrow is Monday and while I have the day off, I know Dylan has work and Johnny has school.
“I don’t see why it would be a problem, he knows you. We both want you in our lives,” he states, as he shifts our bodies to where we are both facing each other. I look at his eyes and can see how he feels with his look alone.
“As long as you’re sure. I don’t ever want to upset Johnny. He’s an amazing little boy.”
“He is, I’m lucky to have him in my life. Luckiest day of my life was getting legal custody of him. I thought I was going to have a long drawn out court battle. Yet, I didn’t. The drugs were more important to my brother than his own son. No matter how much I tried or wanted to help him, he wouldn’t accept any of the opportunities given to him. It took me years to finally quit asking and that was after I had Johnny.” I can see that this still guts him. During one of our long conversations at night, Dylan told me about his brother’s past. His jaw is tight, and I do the only thing I know I can do. I hug him and hold onto him.
“I’ll stay the night, as long as Johnny is okay with it. I can even sneak out early in the morning, so it doesn’t confuse him,” I offer.
“Johnny,” he hollers out.
“Yes,” he replies.
“You mind if Ms. Candy spends the night?” he asks. My face is flaming red from embarrassment. How can he just blurt out what he wants? It’s something I’m definitely not used to.
“Can she help me with my reading then?” Johnny asks.
“I can help you, anytime you need,” I respond to Johnny.
“I think that settles it, but I want you to know now. I want you here, always. Not just for a fleeting moment,” Dylan states and then his lips are on mine, it’s not just a peck either. His tongue seeks entrance and I let him in. I’m lost in the kiss, in the way Dylan is holding onto the side of my neck and I want his mouth on mine till the end of time.
When he backs away, my body sways toward his, “Wow.”
“Yeah,” Dylan replies. We both turn to look at Johnny as he yells, “Daddy, Ms. Candy, watch this!” My heart is in my stomach as he swings so high and then jumps off the seat of the swing. I only let out a breath when he lands on his feet.
“You did great, buddy,” Dylan says.
I smile at Johnny and give him a thumbs up, my heartbeat finally slowing down.
“It’s okay, you’ll get used to his antics,” he says with a smile and we both watch him until it’s time to go inside.
13
Dylan
The three of us ate dinner as a family. It was another moment that I know I’ll cherish forever. If that makes me seem like a giant sap, then so be it. Seeing Candy smiling and interacting with my boy, it brightens my whole fucking day.
I helped Johnny hop in the tub and though he usually stays in there for what seems like an hour, he was in and out in fifteen minutes. He wants to read a book with Candy. Even though he’s made a lot of progress reading, I know he still struggles.
Now we’re all sitting on the couch. Johnny’s sitting in between the both of us, and he has a book on his lap.
“Ready? I can’t wait to show you how well I read now.” He has a smile on his face. It makes all the hours I work after he’s fast asleep worth it. I try to work on new apps that will help other children with reading as much as possible, while still maintaining a few other mainstream apps too.
“I’m ready, buddy,” I tell him.
“Absolutely, I can’t wait,” Candy says, with a smile.
I look at Candy above his head and smile. Her head is down and she’s watching him the whole way through as he starts reading. He stumbles here and there, but he’s doing really well. On the words he does get stuck on, she helps him sound it out, never losing any patience.
We all sit there for fifteen minutes until Johnny closes the book and says, “The end.”
“You did so good, Johnny. I’m very proud of you,” Candy says, as she hugs him.
“Thank you,” he replies, and you can see his big grin with a tooth missing in his smile.
“Time to brush your teeth, then I’ll tuck you in,” I tell Johnny.
“Can Ms. Candy tuck me in, too?” he asks.
“I sure will, as long as it’s okay with your dad,” she replies.
“I have no problem with that,” I tell them and then he takes off running down the hall, his book abandoned on the coffee table.
“He’s doing really good.”
“He is, his dyslexia trips him up sometimes but for the most part, it’s getting better every day,” I respond.
“You couldn’t even tell. You should be proud of yourself and of Johnny. I grew up with a girl who had dyslexia. Her parents always told her she was dumb. I tried to help her as much as I could, but then she started to get resentful. It was hard to take a step back,” she says as she’s wringing her hands.
“You’re amazing, you know that? You care so much, even about a child when you were younger, and how you are with Johnny now. It’s incredible,” I say to her, as I bring her into my body, holding onto the side of her neck. I rub my thumb on her pulse point. I can feel the steady cadence of it at times or when it’s racing like it is now. I love holding her this way. If I have my way, it’ll always do that.
“Thank you,” she goes on her toes and kisses the hollow of my throat. I groan, anytime Candy touches me, my body lights up for her.
“Let’s go tuck in our little monster,” I say with a chuckle.
We walk into Johnny’s room and he’s already asleep. His stuffed animal and blanket tucked into the side of his face as he sleeps quietly on his side. I whisper my goodnight to him and then Candy goes to him and kisses his cheek as she tells him to sleep tight.
I take her hand and lead her to my bedroom. A place where I know she’ll be sleeping with me tonight and I’ll somehow have to keep my hands under control. They want to learn every curve of her body.
14
Candy
Dylan walks me into his bedroom. His big bed dominates the whole room. The matching nightstands are black in color and matches the two dressers.
“I’m not sure what you sleep in or if my clothes will fit, but I have a tee and some boxers. I’ll go set you out some towels and then leave you to it, while I take care of things downstairs,” Dylan says. He’s whipping around the room so fast, I’m wondering if he really wants me to stay.
“Um. Dylan, are you sure you want me to stay? I can head home. I promise, it won’t hurt my feelings,” I interrupt him.
“What? Fuck, no. I don’t want that, but if I stay in this room while you’re in the shower. I’m liable to break down the door, even if it’s locked, to get to you, honey,” he tells me, as he finally stops to take a breath.
“Oh,” I whisper out.
“I promise Candy. I want this with you more than anything. If I had it my way, you’d already be living with us. I want you that fucking much.” His voice is raspy with need.
“Wow, I was worried this may be one-sided. It’s not though. I can’t wait to get to that place with you and Johnny. I’m already in love with your little boy and his father is already finding a way into my heart,” I tell him with sincerity.
“God, Candy. What you do to me. But if I don’t let you go shower and cool myself off, I’ll make a fool of myself before we get anywhere,” he says.
I have a boldness in my tone I don’t usually have, but with Dylan, I feel safe when I say, “You could join me?”
“Fuck, I want that. I want that so damn bad, but I also want to take this slow too. I want you to know I’m in this. Forever,” he states.
“Okay, well I’ll uh…just go take a shower then,” I understand what he’s saying, but I kind of hate it just the same. I’ve been a virgin forever now and Dylan is the only person I want to give myself to.
I make my way into the bathroom, closing the door, and turning on the water. He just admitted everything I wanted to hear. I wish he wouldn’t move so slow though. It means I may have to make the first move and I’m not sure how I would even go about doing that.
I strip out of my clothes and leave them where they land. I throw my hair up in a top knot and step into the shower.
The hot water will ease some of the aching in my muscles. Owning a bakery is hard work with the lifting, staying on your feet, and keeping things organized.
Deciding to let the water rush over my hair, I take my hair down and tip my head back and let the water run down my hair and onto my face. My eyes are closed, and I’m lost in the moment.
15
Dylan
I tried, I fucking tried. I wanted to be a gentleman and take this as slow as possible for Candy, but after seeing the look of defeat on her face, I couldn’t take it. I hurriedly did everything I needed downstairs and checked on Johnny one last time.
Then I stripped my clothes off as soon as I walked into the bedroom. My only thought is getting my hands, mouth, tongue, and eyes on Candy. I want her, no fuck that — I need her.
I gently open the bathroom door, then take my time as I go to the walk-in shower. There’s no door, just a step down and a half wall of glass. The bottom half of the outside is covered in tile, as well as the inside, with the shower having a river rock type floor.
That’s not what stops me. It’s the look of pure pleasure on Candy’s face as she stands in the shower with her head tipped back. Her luscious curves on full display, with her hourglass figure. The curve of her neck, down to the slope of her breasts. God, what I wouldn’t give to have my mouth on her dark, cherry-colored nipples, her stomach that has a slight curve to it. It makes me want to see her swollen with our child.
My gaze travels down to the small patch of hair she has at the apex of her thighs and heat flares in my body. Her hips are the perfect shape. I can’t wait to have my hands on them, while I’m on my knees tasting her pussy. I want to know how she tastes when she comes. Will she grab on to me or will she be shy as she comes?
“Candy,” I sigh aloud.
Her head comes up sharply, when she hears me say her name. “Dylan. I thought you weren’t getting in with me.” She doesn’t know what to do with her hands, almost as if she’s contemplating covering herself up or wringing her hands again, like she always does when she’s nervous.
I step into the shower, my hands going to her hips and grasping them. My lips find hers and I’m kissing her as I walk her backwards until her back hits the tile wall. I’m as gentle as I can be with all of this desire built up inside of me.
I drag my hands down to the back of her thighs, as I continue to deepen our kiss. I lift her legs up, holding her open with my hips between hers.
“I need you, Candy,” I mumble into her ear.
“I need you too, Dylan. So much,” she replies huskily.
“We’re not making love like this the first time, no matter how much I want to sink inside you. I’ll take the edge off for both of us though,” I tell her, as our foreheads are resting against each other.
I take my hips and glide my cock through the lips of her pussy, feeling her warmth and slickness. I’m tempted to drop down on my knees and taste her. But I’m greedy, I want to watch her face light up as she comes and then I want to paint her perfect fucking body with my come.
She works her hips in time with mine, both of us breathing heavy, and her tits are fucking bouncing so perfectly. If I could, I’d worship them for hours, I fucking would. I make a mental note to do just that.
“Oh god, Dylan,” she moans, and my mouth seeks hers to keep her quiet. The last thing I want is to be interrupted while she’s in the throes of ecstasy.
“Just like that Candy, rock your hips, honey,” I tell her, and I can feel the tingle in my spine telling me I’m about to explode.
I’m holding back until she falls apart in my arms.
“Help me, I’m almost there,” she whimpers. I graze my teeth along her neck, and nip at the skin where her throat meets her shoulder and that’s all it takes. She comes apart right in front of me.
Watching her, her head is tilted back, her mouth is open with an expression of awe. I’m coming right along with her. My come is painting her body and I can’t wait to see it dripping out of her pussy.
Once we both come down from our high, we rinse off quickly. I step out of the shower and hold the towel for her.
It takes me seconds to dry off and then I’m helping Candy. Her eyes are getting drowsy and I know she’ll be fast asleep in my arms tonight.
16
Candy
Sleeping in Dylan’s bed last night with our naked bodies together, our legs entwined together, and my head on his chest, as he lazily played with my hair — I was instantly in a dream like state.
The only noise we both could hear was the static coming in from the baby monitor he has set up for Johnny. Apparently, he likes to get up in the middle of the night and wander down to the kitchen for a snack. Something Dylan is fine with, he just wants to make sure he wakes up in case Johnny needs him.
It’s one of the things that’s making me fall in love with Dylan. The way he is with Johnny. You don’t see that a lot anymore. Parents are too busy in their own world to even stop to think of their kids. It’s refreshing and I found the noise slowly lulled me to sleep, but not before I heard Dylan say, “Can’t wait to see what our future brings.”
I woke up refreshed and slipped on the pair of shorts and tee shirt Dylan gave me. I was somehow able to sneak out of bed and rummage through the kitchen for coffee and to start making breakfast for both Johnny and Dylan.
Today’s my day off and I’m going to do something for them, even if it’s as small as making breakfast. I want to do this for them. I turn my phone on and cue up some music but keep it low, as I set about starting French toast and bacon that I found in the fridge.
Then I start coffee, it really is nectar of the god’s.
The griddle is sizzling, with the first batch of toast, and I take the first sip of coffee. My eyes are closed and I’m leaning against the counter when I hear, “I could get used to seeing this view every day.”
I yelp and almost drop my coffee cup, but save it at the last minute, “You scared the crap out of me.”
“I woke up and thought you left, until I smelled cinnamon and coffee wafting in the air. I didn’t like thinking you would leave or waking up without you tucked into me,” Dylan says, as he takes my coffee out of my hand and sets it on the counter.
“Good morning,” I mumble out, trying to figure out what Dylan is doing. He moves in closer to me and then he has me in his arms and we’re swaying to the subtle music that’s playing in the background.
“Morning, honey,” he murmurs into my hair and we dance. The two of us, with the sun slowly creeping up in the skyline. We only stop to flip the bacon and French toast.
“I wanna dance,” we both look over as Johnny is coming into the kitchen. He’s dragging his blanket and stuffed animal with him. We make room for him, as Dylan lifts him up in his arms and we all dance until our breakfast is ready and we need to get our day started.
17
Dylan
We parted ways Monday. It sucked. Candy slipped into the clothes she wore the day before, wrinkling her nose as she did. I should have at least offered to wash them last night before I got in the shower with her, but my mind was on other things. Namely, her and only her.
Now, it’s once again Friday and both of us have been busy with work, her with Halloween that’s coming up on Saturday and me with not only work, but also Johnny. Because of that, our only way to see each other is through FaceTime. Johnny wasn’t impressed, but I could see how tired Candy was every night this week. I wasn’t going to put something else on her plate, even when it killed me not to stop by her shop and to just say hello. If I did that, I knew I wouldn’t be content, and I’d want her at home with us.
