Crazy About the Baumgartners (8 page)

Doc
would know how to fuck me. Nice and long and hard.

Just
thinking about his cock inside me made me moan. Which made Christian tense up
and slow down. Goddamnit. So frustrating. I was tempted to make him come fast,
right now, and then get him hard again, but who wanted to go through all that
work? Besides, he’d want to talk afterward, and I didn’t want to make small
talk.

Instead,
I rubbed myself faster, fantasizing about Doc and his thick length pounding me
from behind. God, I wanted him. I thought about feeling him tonight on the
dance floor, his erection pressing against my ass. I could tell he wanted me
too. I didn’t know about Mrs. B—she was harder to read, more standoffish.
But Doc? If there was one thing I knew, it was when a man wanted to fuck me.

“Oh
Doc,” I whispered, biting my lip.

“Hmm?”
Christian was clearly concentrating hard on not coming.

“Ohhh
fuck,” I corrected myself. “Ohhh fuck. Please. Do it. Please fuck me. Pound me.
Do it hard. Do it!”

He
groaned and gave in, digging his fingers into my hips and ass, driving in deep.
Finally, finally! He pounded me hard, our bodies slapping together, the sound
of it filling the room, and I furiously rubbed my clit, right on the verge of
coming. So close. So very close.

“Ahhhh
I’m gonna come!” Christian warned, his voice strangled.

If
he hadn’t distracted me, I wouldn’t have heard it. I was concentrating so hard
on getting myself off, imagining Doc fucking me from behind. But the sound of
Christian’s voice jerked me out of the fantasy and I did hear it. I was sure I
heard it.

A
low groan, a grunt. And it didn’t come from Christian.

I
squinted in the darkness, seeing my door open, just a little bit. The light
from hallway, a night light, showed through. And there was a shadow on the
wall. A very man-like shadow.

Doc
was watching us. Listening to us. And jerking off. I was sure of it. He was
coming right that very second, his cum spilling over his closed fist. I didn’t
know how I knew, I didn’t even care if it was real or true, just picturing it
set me off.

“Ohhhh
fuck yes! I’m gonna come all over your cock! Oh make me come! Make me commmme!”

I
was coming so hard I couldn’t breathe. My pussy snapped around Christian’s
erupting cock, milking it, his fingers digging in so hard they would leave
bruises but I didn’t care. I imagined Doc’s hands, Doc’s cock taking me there,
and I was in heaven. My moans slowly ebbed to soft cries, but my pussy was
still going off like fireworks, sending electric shocks all through my system.

“Are
you okay?” Christian asked, sitting slowly back, his cock sliding out.

“Yeah,”
I gasped, blinking in the dimness, still trying to see. Was that shadow really
there? Had Doc been watching us? I wanted to believe it. I wanted to think he’d
been standing outside the door, Mrs. B downstairs on the couch watching
Letterman while he snuck upstairs, his curiosity too piqued not to pursue it. I
wanted to believe he’d taken out his cock and stroked it while he watched and
listened to me having sex with Christian. That he was thinking of
me—wishing it was my pussy he was pounding instead of his fist.

Then
the light from the hallway disappeared. Someone pulled my door, and it closed
with a little “snick.”

And
I knew.

I’d
never seen a cuter baby in my life, and I thought I was a pretty good authority
on the subject. When you spent most of your teen years babysitting and then
decided to become a nanny, you see a lot babies. I’d seen them from newborn on
up, and this sweet little four month old girl was the cutest I had ever seen.

“How’s
my little bug?” I cooed, situating her in the umbrella stroller and buckling
her in. She was literally my bug tonight, in her red and black spotted ladybug
costume, giving me a toothless smile and kicking her little black Mary Jane’s
in excitement.

“You
have Holly?” Mrs. B called down the stairs. She was up there putting the finishing
touches on Janie and Henry’s costumes.

“She’s
in her stroller!” I called up.

“What
a darling.” Doc was late. He came into the kitchen still wearing his white
coat. At least he didn’t have a stethoscope hanging around his neck. He dropped
a Walgreens bag loaded with candy onto the middle of the kitchen table.

“Isn’t
she?” I squeezed Holly’s chubby little cheek and she wiggled all over like a
puppy.

“I
meant you.” Doc slipped off his white coat, along with his leather
jacket—two things that seemed at a strange juxtaposition to me. His gaze,
the way he looked at me, made me feel warm all over, my toes curling in my own
Mary Jane’s.

“Oh.”
I blushed. I actually blushed. God, this man had an effect on me. “You like it?
Mrs. B helped me pick it out.”

“I
bet she did.” His gaze swept from my toes to my nose, our eyes meeting at last.
And when they did, something inside me melted into a little puddle. Maybe that
was why I was so suddenly wet.

“Well
she’s dressed up as Little Bo Peep. She came up with the fairy tale theme,” I
explained. I knew I was talking just to stave of my apparent nerves. Where did
those come from?
“Except for our little ladybug here. She just couldn’t resist and she said this
costume would keep her warmer. Are you getting dressed up?”

“Oh
no, I’m staying home to pass out candy.” He picked up the bags, carrying them
to the kitchen counter and opening a cupboard, searching. “And I’m the official
photographer of course. Speaking of which, I have to go get my camera.”

“Are
you looking for something to put the candy in?”

I
interrupted his search—he was looking in the wrong cupboard—bending
over and turning the carousel cupboard. I grabbed the biggest Tupperware bowl I
could find, turning around to present it to him, and saw a dazed look in his
eyes, a half smile on his face, and realized I’d just bent over in my short
little black Red Riding Hood skirt. My cape was too short to cover my ass, even
standing up. Thankfully, I was wearing black tights underneath.

“Careful,”
he said, his voice low, eyes growing dark. “Don’t tempt the wolf.”

I
knew I shouldn’t but I did it anyway, turning back to the cupboard, murmuring,
“I think we have a bigger bowl,” as I bent again, further this time, my skirt hiking
high up on my ass. I heard the hiss of his breath, feeling the blood rushing to
my head. God help me, I was imagining him grabbing my hips, yanking up my
skirt, ripping my tights, and taking me, bent over in the kitchen, while his
wife was upstairs.

“Guess
not,” I said, brushing my hair out of my face as I righted myself, and there he
was, right behind me, hips pressing me against the edge of the counter so I had
to place my palms flat on the surface to keep my balance. His cock was like
steel, an iron bar against the ass I’d just been teasing him with.

“Wolves
are very dangerous, you know.” He placed his palms on the counter beside mine.

“You
don’t think Little Red can handle herself?” I glanced over my shoulder, meeting
his dark gaze. What was happening? Some part of me thrilled at it. Another part
of me balked. It was the wrongest thing in the world to be doing this,
imperceptibly grinding my hips back against his erection, but it felt so right.

“Is
Doc home yet?” Mrs. B called down the stairs. “Did I hear his car?”

“I’m
home!” he called and I felt the shift in his hips, the way he rubbed his cock
up and down, into the crack of my ass through my skirt. “I’ll be up in a
minute.”

He
grabbed my hips, holding me to him, hard, hard, and I gasped. Then he let go,
walking away without another word.

I
took a deep breath, going back over to the counter, opening bags of candy while
Doc stopped at the stroller, looking down at the baby.

“Hey,
pumpkin.” He squatted down, squeezing Holly’s foot, making her squirm and
smile. “Gonna take lots of pictures of you, little one. Your first Halloween.”

“Isn’t
she sweet?” Mrs. B came sweeping down the stairs, looking adorable in her
Little Bo Peep costume. Her skirt was short too, ruffled pink and white. She
bent to pinch Holly’s cheek. It was hard not to. “My precious.”

Mrs.
B couldn’t resist. She clicked the snap on the belt, lifting the baby out of
her stroller.

“I
just got her buckled in,” I protested, pouring Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups into
the bowl.  

“Oh
she can be rebuckled.” Mrs. B snuggled the baby, showering kisses on her little
face, leaving lipstick marks I’d have to wipe off before we took pictures.

“Look
at you!” Doc exclaimed as Henry tromped down the stairs in his boots, his face
painted, thanks to his mother, like a cat—Puss in Boots. Janie behind
him, wore a long satin dress, the right half pink, the left half blue. She was
going as Sleeping Beauty. “And my little princess. You look beautiful.”

Doc
kissed his daughter’s cheek as she came into the kitchen before he headed up
the stairs.

“Where
are you going?” Mrs. B called.

“To
get my camera.” He was already halfway up.

“You
gonna be warm enough in that?” Mrs. B asked, eyeing my skirt. “Guess we should
have thought of that when we ordered these, huh?”

Your
husband has been keeping me more than warm enough,
I thought, but didn’t
say it. I still wondered about that night I’d brought Christian home. Had he
really been watching us?

“All
that walking, I’ll be fine.” I assured her, pouring Kit Kats into the bowl.

“Can’t
we go by ourselves?” Henry begged for the ten millionth time. I rolled my eyes,
opening a Kit Kat and breaking off a wafer, putting it in my mouth while he and
his mother argued and Puss stamped his boot.

“Henry,
I told you, no! You’re not old enough yet.” Mrs. B bounced the baby on her hip.
“Besides, who’s going to carry Holly’s bucket?”

Henry
scoffed. “We have to trick or treat for her?”

“Well
she can’t do it by herself,” his mother replied.

“She’s
not going to eat any candy.” Janie, whose ingenious pink and blue dress idea
had come straight from the Disney movie, was brushing her long, blond hair,
which we thankfully didn’t have to cut after our summer gum wad incident. “Why
do we have to get any for her?”

“Because
I said so,” Mrs. B said, removing one of her blond ringlets from the baby’s
chubby fist.

“You
guys are just going to eat it later,” Henry grumbled, picking up his white
glow-in-the-dark ghost bucket from the table.

“Well,
it’s either that or we raid
your
candy,” I called over my shoulder,
still chewing my Kit Kat.

“Good
point.” He held out his hand to his mother. “Give me her bucket.”

His
mother smirked, handing over the glow-in-the-dark Frankenstein bucket. Janie’s
was a pumpkin.

Of
course, we weren’t ready to go out trick or treating quite yet. First Doc had
to take pictures of everyone in front of the fireplace, all of us smiling and
saying, “Cheese!” or, if Henry and Janie were complaining about how long it was
taking and refusing to smile, maybe “Smelly socks!” or “Cheesy underpants!”

“So
you’re the family photographer?” I asked Doc as Mrs. B strapped the baby into
her stroller once again while Janie and Henry fought over who got to carry
Holly’s bucket. The once reviled task was now being coveted. “That’s a nice
camera.”

I
had to admit, I was jealous. My own was ten years old and I still used film.
Actual film.

“Thanks.”
His camera was digital and he was flipping through the pictures he’d taken,
leaning in to show me. “I’ve always been an amateur photographer. Used to take
pictures at weddings when I was in college for extra spending money.”

“I
sell mine on stock photo sites.”

“Really?”
He raised his eyebrows. “What do you photograph?”

“Whatever
sells.” I shrugged. “Nature photos, stills of objects. You’d be surprised what
people want to blog about.”

“Is
there any money in it?”

“Not
much. A little. Extra spending money, like you said.”

“I
like photographing people.” He cocked his head at me. “You would make a
beautiful subject.”

“Thanks.”
Damn, I was blushing again. That made a slow, sexy smile spread across his
face.

“Want
to pose for me some time?”

“Sure,”
I agreed, feeling my blush deepen. He’d never said a word about naked
photography, yet both of us seemed to know exactly what he meant.

“You
ready, Gretchen?” Mrs. B called, pushing Holly in her stroller toward the front
door.

“Duty
calls.” I turned and walked away, feeling his gaze follow me. I made sure I
added a little swing to my hips.

Mrs.
B pushed the baby’s stroller through the neighborhood while Henry and Janie ran
from house to house, gathering candy, taking turns at every stop to fill
Holly’s bucket too. There were a great many spoils to be had in their
subdivision—some of the houses even gave out full sized Snickers bars!
When I was a kid, we were grateful to get Dum-Dum suckers and Smarties.

By
the time we’d circled back around to our block, the buckets were overflowing
and Holly was slumped over in her stroller, fast asleep. The porch light was
out as we approached the house.

“We
ran out of candy, can you believe it?” Doc called as we pushed through the
front door, Henry and Janie in the lead, wanting to tell their father all about
the scarecrow who came to life and scared the pants off them. It was just a guy
in a costume sitting in a lawn chair, waiting to scare passersby, but it was
all Henry and Janie could talk about.

“There
were so many kids,” Mrs. B exclaimed. “I swear their parents drive them into
our sub because they know we give out such good candy.”

“I’m
going to go put these on my laptop.” Doc got up from the sofa where he’d been
watching
Law and Order
and picked up his camera from the coffee table.

“Remember,
you can’t post any pictures of Holly on Facebook anything!” Mrs. B called as he
headed through the kitchen.

“I
won’t,” he assured her. “I took some non-identifying ones. I can share those,
can’t I?”

“Just
not her face,” Mrs. B insisted. It wasn’t just her being paranoid. The foster
care system made that a requirement. No identifying pictures were allowed to be
shared of foster kids by their foster families. Not that I blamed them. Holly
had been rather infamous in our little community, after what she’d been
through. It was better that no one knew we had her.

Henry
and Janie sat in the middle of the family room, costumes askew, Janie sorting
her candy into types in her usual OCD fashion. Henry entered serious
negotiations with her to trade all his licorice for chocolate, a feat I figured
nearly impossible.

“She’s
going to be hungry when she wakes up.” Mrs. B took the baby, putting her on the
sofa and getting her out of her costume while I went to make up her bottle.

“I’ll
do it.” Mrs. B smiled when I brought the bottle out. She took it from me and
put it to the baby’s lips. Holly sucked greedily.

“I’ll
go clean up dinner.” We hadn’t had much time after eating the Sloppy Joe’s Mrs.
B had made before we all had to change into our costumes.

I
was loading dishes in the dishwasher when Doc came in. He opened the fridge and
pulled out a beer. He popped the top off, tossing it onto the counter. I gave
him a look, sweeping the top into my hand and putting it in the garbage under
the sink. He came closer, watching as I bent over to put the last plate in the
dishwasher.

“Damn,
little Red Riding Hood, you make me feel like a wolf.”

I
turned, finding him dangerously close. I could smell the alcohol on his breath
and wondered just how many of those he’d had. Of course, he’d been here, all
alone, with nothing to do but watch TV, drink beer and hand out candy.

“You’re
looking rather wolfish,” I replied, glancing at the stubble on his cheeks. He’d
clearly forgotten to shave that morning.

“All
the better to tickle you with.” He grinned, grabbing my hips and rubbing his
cheek against mine, making me squirm and laugh. I wondered if they could hear
us in the family room. One of the kids could walk in at any
minute—although I doubted it. They were likely too engrossed in candy
negotiations.

I
tried to push him away, my hands against his chest, but he didn’t budge. Doc
was a big man and could take what he wanted, if he wanted to. The thought was
blackly exciting. His hands remained on my hips, moving over the short skirt I
was wearing.

“You’re
so sexy in this damned costume,” he murmured, his denim clad thigh sliding
between mine.

“I
didn’t meant to tempt you, Mr. Wolf.” I cocked my head, giving him a smirk that
told him that the opposite was true.

“Oh,
I think you did.”

“Your
wife picked it,” I reminded him.

“I
know.” His hands moved down to my ass, squeezing. There was no pretense anymore
about this being an accidental meeting. “Think she meant to tempt the wolf?”

“Do
you?” I raised my eyebrows.