Doppelbanger: A single dad, romantic comedy. (Cajun Girls Book 2)

“DADDY, WE MAKED you breakfast,” Willow squeals, meeting me at the door when I return from my morning run.

I pat her little head, not wanting to pick her up and get her covered in sweat. “That was really nice of you. Thanks, pumpkin.”

“Hey, Daddy,” Evangeline says, smiling over at me from where she’s washing dishes. “Good run?”

“Yeah. Thanks for breakfast. I’m gonna go shower real quick before I eat.”

When I open my bedroom door, I find Tink, with the phone pressed to her ear, in absolute hysterics. There are actual tears streaming down her face.

I love it. I love every single thing about this moment. I love having her here in my home. I love her waking up in my bed. The sound of her laughter. The sight of her bed-tangled hair in the morning.

She looks toward the door, and our eyes meet. “Hey, Spence, I’ll talk to you later. Jeff just walked in…Thank you. Love you too. I will. I will. Okay, bye.”

“You didn’t have to hang up for me,” I say, stalking toward the bed. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Careful not to rub my sweat all over her, I lean over and kiss the top of her head. “I’m just going hop in the shower real quick.”

“It’s fine,” she says, dabbing the tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry I passed out on you last night. I don’t even remember coming to bed.”

“That’s because you didn’t,” he chuckles. “You and the girls passed out in that chair. I was tempted to leave you, but you’d have all woken up sore this morning, so I snapped a couple of pictures then carried you to bed.”

“Well, thank you. I didn’t realize how tired I was.”

“It’s fine…” It was more than fine actually. I can still see the three of them cuddled up in that chair when I close my eyes. “The girls brought you breakfast in bed?”

“They did,” she says with a smile as she looks to the half-eaten tray beside her. “They’re amazing.”

“You’re amazing.”

Tink blushes, smoothing down her unruly curls as she looks up at me through heavy lidded eyes. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

I run a frustrated hand through my hair. “The things I wish I could do to you right now.”

“How ’bout I join you?” she asks, looking to the locked door, then back to me, hopeful.

The thought of having sex while my girls are at home gives me anxiety, but it’s not like they can walk in. My dick swells, helping to sway my decision. “I’d like that, Tink. Very much.”

Beaming, she stands in the center of my bed, taking me completely by surprise when she jumps right into my arms, and smashes her lips to mine. Ignoring the mess of eggs and milk that have just splattered across the room, I kiss her back, sliding my hands under her ass, and head for the master bathroom.

“Jeffrey,” she moans as I set her on the edge of the counter, still standing between her legs. My hands grip her hair, and our tongues duel for control. It’s been over a week, and we’re both crazy with want. I suck her tongue into my mouth, and she nips my lower lip. “You’re salty,” she giggles, licking her own lips before pressing them back to mine.

“I’m disgusting,” I counter, unable to believe she’s not put off by my current state.

“No,” she groans. “You’re delicious.” Her tongue sneaks back in, licking the roof of my mouth. “You’re perfect.”

“Far from it,” I argue, pulling my mouth away long enough to yank my shirt over my head. “I’m the worst possible man for you, Tink,” I say, panic rising in my chest, because I hear what I’m saying, and I know it’s the right thing to say. But I can’t bear the thought of her actually leaving me. “You shouldn’t settle for this.”

Her teeth clamp down on her lower lip seductively as she reaches for the drawstring on my pants. “I want you so bad, Jeff. No matter how many warning signs my brain fires off. You’re all I want anymore.”

My hands grip her hips, which are now writhing against my waist. Ghosting my fingers up her sides, I bring her top along with them and pull it over her head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Her lip quivers, letting me know it’s a fear we both share. “How ’bout you let me be the one to worry about that, huh?” Gina hooks her toes into the waistband of my underwear, sliding them down my legs. “Now, less talking,” she growls, while running her hands up my sides. “More fucking.”

Just as her teeth clamp down on the lobe of my ear, sending a chill shooting down my spine, I slide her off the counter, carrying her into the large walk-in shower. With her legs wrapped around my hips and her back pressed into the tile wall, I reach over to turn the water on, not anticipating the ear-piercing scream that comes from her mouth.

“Shhh,” I dip my head, covering her lips with mine—kissing her into silence. Tink’s hands grapple at my shoulders and chest, her nails digging into my skin while her tongue stabs at mine in lust and anger.

Once the water has warmed and the shower is steaming, she pulls back narrowing her eyes. “That was fucking cold,” she hisses. “Don’t do that shit.”

“I’m sorry, babe…wasn’t thinking. I’m used to it.” There is nothing more refreshing after a couple-mile run than feeling that first burst of cool water hit my back. Apparently Tink doesn’t share that opinion.

Little rivulets of water trickle down her face, and her breathing becomes labored, coming out in heavy pants as she licks the condensation from above her lips. She’s so fucking beautiful like this that it makes it hard to breathe. She’s in my arms, wrapped around my body, and still I can’t seem to get close enough.

Tink shakes her head as she reaches over to the soap dispenser, filling her hand with body wash. Her eyes stare deep into mine as she works it into a lather and begins smoothing it over my shoulders and chest. Then she reaches lower, for my dick, and fists it into her palm, jerking it, her eyes flaming with desire.

My fingers dig into her ass as I rock against her. The heat that’s building in my stomach begins moving lower, filling my cock. “That’s so good, Tink. So. Fucking. Good,” I growl.

She lifts herself higher, sinking back down on my dick, taking it to the hilt. “Oh, Jeffrey,” she gasps. Bracing her hands on my shoulders, she bounces up and down, her perfect tits brushing against my lips with every stroke.

Gina arches her back, riding me harder. She reaches between us to rub her clit while I suck the nipple of one of her breasts into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the hard bud. When her body starts to quake and I know she’s almost there, I bite down gently, sucking hard as she explodes on my cock.

I’m dying to touch her, but my hands are occupied with holding her up. I’m completely at her mercy. “Tink,” I rasp when I’ve reached the point of no return. “I’m gonna…” With a groan, I bite down on her shoulder, jerking my hips, and everything goes black as my release shoots out, filling her pussy.

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“That was a long shower,” Evangeline notes, eyeing me funnily as I take a seat at the table, preparing to eat my now ice-cold breakfast.

“Mmm,” I garble over a mouthful. “Got caught up talking with Gina. What do you girls think of a movie night?”

Willow looks over her shoulder from the play kitchen across the room, beaming. “Oh, yes, Daddy. I wuv moobies!”

“Good morning,” Gina singsongs as she strolls into the kitchen, giving a little twirl in the center of the room. She’s so girl-like. I can’t think of a better word to describe what I mean. She’s all woman in the areas where it really counts, but there’s this happy-go-lucky aura that surrounds her. It just makes you feel good to be in her presence. Gina’s hair is blown dry and in loose waves down her back. She’s wearing a short floral sundress and not a drop of makeup. The sun seems to highlight the faint dusting of freckles on her cheeks. How haven’t I noticed those before? I want to kiss each one.

Dear God, I can’t stop staring.

Scrubbing a hand over my face, I try to regain my wits. “Look who decided to get out of bed,” I tease, attempting to throw Vangie off our scent. I’m sure it’s just my paranoia that’s getting to me, but she seems a little suspicious, and I’m staring like some lovesick fool. Get it together, Jeff.

Tink heads straight for the Keurig to brew herself a cup of coffee, and my girls flock to her sides. A pang of guilt strikes my chest. I wonder what Jessica thinks of the relationship she’s building with our girls. Of the relationship I’m building with this woman. My breath starts coming in shallow pants. It’s only been three years. Is that enough time? Am I a horrible man for feeling…feelings for another woman? If I truly loved Jessica, the way I know I did—how? How can this be happening?

“Hey, girls,” I say, my chair screeching across the floor as I spring up, unable to stay still. My forehead breaks out in a cold sweat. “I’m gonna go run to the store and pick up a movie candy buffet and something to cook for dinner tonight. I’ll be back.” Their responses barely register in my addled mind. I hope they didn’t ask anything important, because I’ve just completely missed it.