Deep in Desire - Page 39

Five years later

The beautiful estate that Deborah and Holly now called home glowed under the sun that had just started to set over the Pacific. As Deborah looked out across the hills, she smiled and muttered to herself, “What a lucky woman I am.”

Five years before, Deborah never imagined this life could be possible. Jenny’s aggression and threats almost took it all away. Butin the end, Jenny didn’t bother doing anything at all, not after she was spotted having an affair with someone else’s wife. Deborah’s brother managed to record everything, and with a quick email to Jenny, filled with scandalous images, she soon shut up.

As Deborah ventured back indoors in search of a pre-dinner cocktail, she made her way through the living room—a contemporary, sleek space filled with family photos and mementos from their travels. Most days, it was a hive of energy, filled with warmth and life, but the kids were nowhere to be seen. She could hear them running around in the playroomupstairs and felt her heart filled at the sound of their laughter.

Holly was busy in the kitchen, cooking up a something delicious as always.

Ah, maybe I’ll sit in here and grab ten minutes of peace before dinner.

But Deborah couldn’t resist going in to see Holly. Her wife was standing in the kitchen, her hands deftly mixing a salad. Her hair pulled into a messy bun.

“Hey, babe. I’m debating whether to mix us a cocktail or spend half an hour or so looking into the contract details for Bar 9. You know, as film projects go, this all seems pretty straightforward.”

Holly walked over to Deborah and pulled her in close, gently placing her lips on Deborah’s mouth. Deborah was taken by surprise as Holly lifted the hem of her skirt and rang a finger over her ass, gently tracing her panty line.

“Not here, honey. The kids might see,” she breathed into Holly’s ear in a soft whisper.

“Later then, babe. I want you.”

“Jesus, Holly. Will it always be like this? You turn me on so much. Everything you say, everything you do to me…”

“Always. But right now, I vote for gin and tonicswith fresh lime. The orgasms can wait. Bar 9 can wait. You’ll knock those contracts out in no time, first thing Monday. And I’ll look them over for you before I do the school run. Do you think Jamie will eat this? I put garlic in it.”

“Well, let’s not tell him. And then he’ll gobble it down just like he always does. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

The soft sounds of classical music played in the background, creating a calming atmosphere as Deborah and Holly stood at the kitchen island and sipped their drinks.

“Mommy! Mumma! Look at this!” Jamie, their ten-year-old adopted son, bounded into the kitchen, holding up a graph he’d made himself and colored in a variety of shades. His eyes were wide with excitement, and he could barely get his words out. “I- hey! I timed how long it took for, for the volcano to… to explode! Here’s the results! You won’t believe it!”

Deborah turned, a smile spreading across her face. “Let me take a look, Jamie. I can’t believe you finished that volcano already!”

“Yeah! And it totally erupts! It’s wild. I made it erupt, like, a thousand times already. I really knowwhat I’m doing. I’m like… an expert now. Wanna see?” Jamie’s enthusiasm was infectious.

“Of course,” Deborah said, setting her gin and tonic aside. “But I think we’d better do it outside, right? I don’t think Momma will be too pleased if the dinner she just made for us gets covered in a thick coat of lava. Am I right?”

“I guess you’re right,” replied Jamie with a giggle.

Holly laughed. “Good call, Mommy. I have vivid nightmares about the last time you two decided to do an indoor science experiment. Does anyone else remember the foam party in the bathroom?”

Jamie’s twin sister, Emily, entered the room, her nose buried in a book. “You mean when Jamie decided to see if shampoo, baking soda, and vinegar could clean the toilet, and Momma agreed to let himtry it out?” she said dryly, not looking up from her page.

Deborah chuckled. “Exactly. Not my finest moment. You’re right, Em. Come on, let’s go outside and give it a whirl.”

“You do know he’s given it a whirl in the playroom ten times, right?” asked Em.

“Oh, don’t tell me about it now,” giggled Holly. “I can’t deal. We just redecorated in there. I don’t know what we’re going to do with you, Jamie.”

The family moved outside to the backyard, where the garden was in full bloom. Holly placed the drinks on a nearby table and wrapped an arm around Deborah’s waist as they watched Jamie set up his volcano on the lawn. Deborah leaned into Holly, feeling fully supported and loved. She couldn’t believe this was their life together. Their family. Their world.

“Ready?” Jamie asked, turning back to look at his family with a wide grin.

“We’re ready!” they all shouted in unison.

Jamie poured the mixture into the volcano, and with a bubbling hiss, red foam spewed out, eliciting cheers and laughter from all spectating.

“That’s so utterly and totally amazing, Jamie!” Holly said, clapping. “I think you could get a job in special effects. Could we give him a job, Mommy? Do we have any roles open at the moment?”