Becoming My Ex’s Mother in Law by Aurora Starling

Chapter 23 

I avoided Eliza and Nikolas when I returned to Eliza’s house, alone, and rushed up to the bedroom that Eliza had given me. I stayed there the rest of the night, except when I needed to use the restroom, and pretended to be too tired to come back out. I didn’t want to take the risk of running into Andrew, nor did I want to explain to Eliza and Nikolas why I had returned without him; it would just be too embarrassing. 

That night, I dreamt that Andrew appeared in my room. The door did not open, and no sound accompanied his entry. He merely appeared there, in the middle of the room. 

He knelt beside my bed, putting his finger to his l*ps to silence me. 

“Shh,” he whispered. “We don’t want to wake Eliza and Nikolas.” 

Andrew caressed my face. His hand moved from my cheek to the back of my n*eck, pulling me closer to him. Then he k*ssed me, gently at first, but it soon turned passionate. His l*ps parted mine, and his tongue explored my mouth. I shyly let my tongue play with his. 

A growl rumbled deep in Andrew’s chest. He pulled away, nipping at my bottom l*p. His hand cupped the side 

face as his thumb traced my l*ps, leaving a tingling sensation behind. 

of my 

Andrew stood up and slowly stripped off his three–piece suit. My heart raced as he removed his suit jacket, tie, and undershirt. I licked my l*ps as he removed his pants and underwear, making sure that I had a good view of his ass as he did so. 

By the time I had a full view of his beautiful n*ked b*dy, my panties were drenched. 

I reciprocated by slowly lowering the spaghetti straps on my nightgown and sl*pping my arms out of them, I squirmed my way out of the nightgown–much less S**ily than Andrew’s striptease–and yet Andrew could not keep his eyes off me the entire time. I had never felt so wanted and so aroused in my entire life. 

As soon as my underwear came off, Andrew pounced on me like a wolf on its prey. His l*ps devoured mine. His hands massaged my breasts tenderly, flicking my erect n*pples. 

I groaned under his expert hands. I was nearly panting as his l*ps moved down to my chin, my n*eck, and my collarbone. There, they stayed and sucked hard, taking my breath away. 

His l*ps k*ssed and licked their way down to my breasts. He sucked on first the left breast, fondling the right 

in his hand. Then he reversed the order. 

I shuddered under his touch. He responded by becoming more aggressive in his onslaught. I could feel myself longing to burst. 

“Please,” I begged him, “more.” 

One of his hands trailed down from my breast to my waist, then wrapped behind to grasp my buttocks. He pressed me up into him so that I could feel his swollen member. It begged for release even more fervently than I did. 

“Is this what you want?” he whispered in my ear, his voice deep and husky. 

“Yes,” I almost squealed, “yes, Andrew, please.” 

He placed his hand lightly over my mouth. 

“Remember, we don’t want to wake anyone up,” he whispered. 

I nodded in acknowledgement. He removed his hand. 

Andrew rubbed his member against me. 

ask again, is this what you want?” 

“Yes,” I whispered this time. “Yes, please, Andrew. I want you.” 

Andrew cupped the side of my face and forced me to look him in the eyes. 

“I want you, too.” 

He slid himself inside me, and I was in heaven. 

I didn’t want to wake up the next morning. The dream had felt too good to leave, and I didn’t want to face Andrew after last night’s k*ss–perhaps more so because of the dream I had. Still, I knew that I could not avoid him forever, and I definitely could not stay in a stranger’s home forever, so I got dressed and went down for breakfast, prepared for the worst. 

When I got downstairs, I was greeted by a cacophony of voices coming from the dining room. Of course, Andrew had beaten me down there. All I could do was face it. 

So, I took a deep breath, put on my best fake smile, and walked as confidently into the dining room as could 

manage. 

“Good morning, everyone,” I said. 

“Good morning,” Eliza and Nikolas replied together. 

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Andrew teased me with a grin. “It’s about time you got up.” 

I rolled my eyes but did not reply. I searched Andrew’s demeanor for any sign of tensión regarding the k*ss, I couldn’t find any. 

“So, how did everyone sleep?” Eliza asked as she set plates of bacon and pancake’s down for everyone. “Good,” first Nikolas, then Andrew said. 

“Very good,” I said. Before I could stop myself, I added, “I had a bizarre dream, though.” 

Andrew eyed me without looking up from his plate. 

“What about?” he asked. 

-I blushed…. 

“I can’t remember details, exactly. I just remember that it was weird.” 

I thought that he stared at me for a moment, but he didn’t follow up with any other questions, so I assumed it was only my imagination. 

“Too bad you don’t remember,” Eliza said as she started eating. “They say that dreams are messages from your subconscious,” 

I guess it’s no mystery what my subconscious is telling me, then. 

I glanced over at Andrew, watching as he tore apart a strip of bacon. 

“I think that my subconscious must be telling me that I’ve been watching too much Law & Order,” Nikolas joked. 

“Oh, Nikolas, you didn’t need your subconscious to tell you that,” Eliza said with a laugh. 

“Maybe your subconscious is trying to tell you to take your Civic to the shop,” Andrew prodded me. I smiled and tried to laugh at his joke, but I just didn’t get what was going on. Why was he acting so nonchalant fowards me? We had shared a k*ss, after all–and then I ran away like a scared child. Shouldn’t he be feeling conflicted right now? Mad? Annoyed? 

Shouldn’t he be giving me the cold shoulder or snapping at me whenever we try to speak? Or, best–case scenario, shouldn’t he be wanting to pull me aside so that we can talk it out, for better or for worse? 

Then again, maybe he didn’t want to do any of that. Maybe he wanted to act like it had never happened, and that was exactly what he was doing, hoping that I would play along. 

A part of me deflated. I wasn’t sure what I had been expecting him to do or what I had wanted him to do, ignoring the k*ss wasn’t it. It was akin to calling our k*ss a mistake. 

but 

I knew that I had chosen to take that chance and let my guard down, but I still couldn’t help feeling disappointed. Here I was, dreaming of having S** with this man, and he wanted to act like our only k*ss didn’t- 

happen. 

I could feel my heart shatter.