Love at the Nth Time

Breaking Bar

Chapter 42

Amidst the brawl, the nearest relatives who lived in the area were not the right people to let the three youngest kids in their house as they sought to avoid any conflicts, and with nowhere to stay the night, I offered them my place. A place imbued with s****l pleasure, adults seeking attention, and time to waste in entertainment, business, and career.

I clicked the switch to turn on the lights. It displayed the 500 ft sqm, which I hired staff to remove the excess walls and changed a lot on the layout when I bought the place. The kitchen on the left side was initially located on the right, opposite the bookshelves on the wall. The only door that parted the areas was the bathroom next to the kitchen. The bottom of the bed was the TV I bought months ago when Celine asked to watch movies in which the spot didn't have any stuff before.

Anyone who I allowed to enter the unit, the first they'd see was the bed 3 meters away from the entrance door. The three kids ran inside and threw themselves on the bed.

"Nathan! Tell your siblings to remove their slippers first!" Celine ordered, similar to a strict mother who's mindful of the kids' recklessness even if they were just kids. I chuckled softly and headed to the kitchen after I removed mine. The kids dropped their slippers on the floor and jumped on the bed. Celine hurried to stop them.

"It's fine. Just keep the kids safe. I'll be making snacks for a bit," I said as I let the door of the kitchen open, putting down the groceries on the table which we bought at the mini convenience store we passed by. Carla whined about wanting to eat, and Rocky was sleeping in the backseat beside Celine. So it was much better to make snacks in the unit to let Rocky rest more, but the jolly boy woke up full of energy running on the condo's lobby when we entered the first floor.

"Sis Celine! Does she have a cable? Sky?" the little voice of Carla entered the kitchen. What's she talking about? Celine spoke to them and heard the commercial on TV. I assumed it was a channel. A sigh behind me, and I smiled at Celine, walking closer while I washed the potatoes and tomatoes.

"Sorry for bothering you," she mumbled. I hissed and looked the other way. The last thing I wanted to hear from her was to apologize.

"If I can be of help to you, my pleasure." I eyed her standing beside me. She was bothered since we left their mom with that sick old man. Bewildered of allowing her to, I had no clue what was the best thing to do and solely stayed beside Celine, helping in any way to lessen the worries consuming her mentally. A hand caressed her cheek a little to pull her out of the desolation inside her mind. "Hey, stop thinking it over, stop worrying," I entreated. She forced a smile, and her eyes lowered. She was acting mysteriously, and the only thing that came to mind to draw her out in that secret behaviour was pecking a kiss on her lips.

I smiled as she looked up at me. Meeting the green orbs desired to connect with her in the intimate light. I was pulling her in to be free from the perturbation of this world and focus solely on the warmth and pleasure of each other's congenial touches.

The gentle hold on the back of her waist pulled her firmly closer to me as our kisses deepened. A loud thud outside jumped the souls out of us. Dazed as Celine gazed at me and the doorway, she dashed out and called Carla crying over the remote control of the television, making a fuss about Rocky snatching it to watch his favourite wrestling show.

I shook my head in disappointment that the burning kiss got interrupted, yet it would be childish of me to blame and get hostile against the siblings of the woman special to me.

I prepared the creamy pasta, egg sandwich, and a bowl of fruit; I took a gander at the siblings outside watching a cartoon movie, and Carla was leaning at her older sister.

"The food's good. Should I bring them here?" I asked. Celine turned her eyes at Jonathan, telling him to help me. The boy walked past me. Celine smiled back at me as I stared at her for quite a while. "She's too cosy with you. Mind making me cosy too?" She laughed sweetly.

"Watch your words. They're kids," she muttered.

"As if they understand," I responded and set foot in the kitchen to see Jonathan eating a sandwich and fruits, putting them in his mouth at once. I took the huge bowl of pasta.

"Eat slowly there, buddy," I stated. He only looked at me and grabbed another sandwich on the plate.

"This is not enough for all of us. Rocky eats a lot more than me." My brows lifted.

"I'll make more, if so." I took the bowl of fruit and passed it to him. "Carry it outside," I added, and watched him walk outside with it. The kids went frantic with excitement over the fruits. Rocky ran to me as I exited the kitchen with the pasta. Controlling my laugh, he's trying to snatch it from me. Celine laughed as I kept it at a height he wouldn't.

"Rocky, what did I tell you? Behave yourself," Celine ordered. I chuckled as the two kids gawked at the pasta. My attention altered to Celine as she moved closer and arose to serve them. I held her hand a bit to stop her. A smile grew on my face.

"Let me. Stay cosy," I whispered. Celine nodded smiling, and the woman, who was not used to serving kids I had no connections with, disregarded the act of affection restrained by the traditional beliefs of the circle surrounding me ever since I was born.

We arrived at the unit past midnight, wherein the kids spent time eating and watching a cartoon movie till they fell asleep. I carried them on the bed, and yeah, Celine became the one getting cosied up as she leaned on me at the bottom of the bed, sitting on the same carpet, providing warmth along with hers. She was startled as my nose sniffed her nape, inhaling the faint scent of airy sweets akin to sugar which was starting to melt. It's good.

Celine yawned and snuggled at me. She mentioned Rose was updating her on the situation at their home, and the crazy man had already calmed down. Next to Celine, the other sibling came after the quarrel, terrified to protect his mom and siblings and as if no one wanted to overstep the mother's decision — the real martyr.

Celine groaned as she crawled on the extra bedsheet I arranged on the floor beside the bed and laid her back beside me.

"Why don't you sleep with them? Still, one more person to occupy," I suggested. She pulled up the thick blanket and turned sideways to face me with eyes closed.

"It's okay here. I, I'm embarrassed stealing your bed," Celine mumbled. I chuckled and leaned my chin on her head as she snuggled into me.

"Silly, you should ask more demands if I were you." Her eyes looked up at me.

"What? Am I demanding?" I cracked up, blocked by her hand covering it and hushing me. We dealt with our laughter not to wake up the kids. Eyes closed, I sighed in relief. It felt lighter, reassured she was safe than getting the news late and unattended.

"I wish you were," I proposed. The beast in me awakened over the response of a mischievous smile proclaiming the one who's in charge was me. I moved on top of her and seized the moment to kiss her, and now no holding back but a false statement as she pulled me away.

"My siblings are here." I pulled up the blanket covering us perfectly.

"Better?" She chuckled and held onto the back of my head, pulling me in for a kiss. This time, no heed of any means to stop the hunger accumulated by the disruption of outside occurrences.

Restricted moans of pleasure through the state of excitement over the tingling sensation. Every contact with the smooth skin sent shivers up her spine. The hand glided from her chest down the navel. Her weak hand covered her mouth, screaming ecstasy, sated in her throat. The addicting scent skipping underneath her undies shuddered the heat on my nape. I growled in hunger from the squelching sounds and the sopping sucking of my fingers alongside my strength and lucidity. Stupefied and solely lust devoured me, a wide grin I displayed on her face mixed with pleasure constraints and rationale. My body moved south, and I watched her eyes lower, slowly pulling down her undies. My forefinger pressed my lip to sign a forthcoming.

"Let's see how long you can handle," I teased and formed a gentle smile as Celine groaned and laid her head on the pillow.