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Six years in
"Ugh, gross."
Kiara pushes at JJ's shoulder, effectively breaking their kiss. Her thirteen year old is already stomping away from where she has thrown open the door to JJ and Kiara’s bedroom, where JJ and Kiara were trying to enjoy some alone time. JJ makes a face at her before he flops down next to her on the mattress.
"She has the worst timing.” JJ’s hair is sticking up and his mouth is all wet and Kiara really regrets having her daughter walk in on her when he looks like this. "I thought you said she wouldn’t be back until six?"
Kiara sits up and pushes her bikini top down from where JJ had it pushed up over her breasts. They hadn’t gotten that far - they're both still wearing shorts and at least JJ's (half naked) body had spared Mia the sight of Kiara’s boobs. JJ reaches out and runs a finger over her side, shaking his head in disappointment. Kiara shares the sentiment.
“That’s what she said,” Kiara answers and she rolls back on top of JJ and kisses him on the mouth. “She is very unreliable.”
“I hear that happens to children of divorce. They’re compounding liars,” JJ replies and he grabs Kiara’s hips. He pushes her down so she can feel he is still hard and he bites his lip and stares up at her. “Fuck Kie, I’m all worked up.”
“Compulsive. Also, this is what you signed up for,” she points out and sits up. She is all worked up too and she runs her eyes over his taut stomach. A lot of the times Kiara looks at JJ and thinks this is how she finds him most attractive. Today, it’s shirtless and underneath her. Yesterday, however, she had the same thought but he was cooking dinner with her daughter, their heads bent together over his phone screen as they tried a new recipe Mia saw on TikTok. “Interrupted sex and school pick-ups.”
“You tricked me that first night. Should’ve led with having a kid before you got me falling madly in love with you.”
“Was it love at first sight, really?”
“Uh, you were wearing barely there shorts and your legs looked fucking sexy.”
“Ah, so lust at first sight,” Kiara concludes and she leans down to grab her t-shirt from the foot of the bed. JJ pulls the white cotton shirt out of her hands and throws it back on the floor and Kiara should’ve expected that because he always does that.
“I mean, definitely. Sexiest mommy I ever did.”
“Why do you always have to make it weird?”
“It’s the ADHD,” he tells her and snaps the strap of her bikini top a little too hard. “We need a lock, though. One day she is going to walk in mid-fuck.”
Kiara slaps at his chest for being crude with the door still wide open and moves off of him. JJ halfheartedly tries to grab her arm but he is too slow and he rolls onto his side and calls her name. When she looks over her shoulder, he is staring at her and she knows what he’s thinking.
“Don’t go,” JJ says and he lowers his voice a little bit. “You uh, wanna take a shower together? At least that door locks."
It’s not a question of want and he knows it too. It’s can’t, because Mia is in the house and they cannot get away with hooking up in the bathroom in the middle of the day. Kiara rolls her eyes at him and pulls down her t-shirt over her head. He lets out a noise to voice his disappointment. "Not now. I need to check on her, perv. We'll try again when she is down."
"I miss that seven 'o clock bedtime she used to have," JJ says and scrambles up as well, his phone in hand already. Kiara misses it too – it’s a good day when Mia’s in her room at nine nowadays. "So, if sex is off the table – maybe beers?"
It’s not even three yet but it’s a Saturday and it’s summer and yeah, Kiara can go for a beer. She nods and makes her way to the door. She better go see what’s up with Mia. JJ’s already immersed in his phone, typing away.
She finds her daughter in her bedroom. She still has Kiara’s dark curls but last month Sarah had taken Mia for a cut and her hair barely brushes her shoulders now. Mia had loved it, telling Kiara the hairdresser had called it sophisticated. That night in bed, with JJ fast asleep pressed against her, Kiara had gotten all teary because her baby was growing up fast.
That baby is in front of her dresser right now and she is pulling out item after item and throwing them behind her. Kiara is a slob (and JJ is an even worse one) but this is something else altogether. Kiara can’t help herself and does what all the parenting blogs say she shouldn’t do. "Wow, did a tornado come through here?"
Mia rolls her eyes at her and holds up a striped t-shirt that Kiara bought her a few months ago. Kiara watches her daughter frown at it and throw it over her shoulder.
"It’s not like you would notice, since all you do is make out with JJ."
Now it’s Kiara’s time to frown. It’s not like Kiara had planned on Mia witnessing that. She was in her own room, for fuck’s sake. "We have told you to knock. Repeatedly."
"It's my house, too!"
"Yes, too. I knock on your door."
Mia snaps at her that it’s different and that Kiara doesn’t get it and Kiara tells her to watch her tone. Mia rolls her eyes again and Kiara tells her to stop doing that. That’s when JJ appears in the doorway, his shirt back on.
"What's up?"
"Nothing," they say at the same time.
"Yeah? Because it's a beautiful day and you two are arguing about – I don’t even know what you guys are bitching about."
"It's none of your business," Mia snaps and Kiara is already opening her mouth to tell her off because she didn’t raise Mia to be short and rude like this.
JJ winks at Kie before she can do so, a subtle I got this.
"My bad, true that," he says and he pauses to look around the room. He gives Mia a look of approval. "Love the new look of the place. Reminds me of my old place."
Mia lets out a laugh, then immediately scowls at him.
"I heard that," he says. "So uh, John B texted me that the swell is pretty awesome right now. He’s already there. Anyone want to join me for a little surfing?"
Mia pretends she is only mildly enthusiastic about this idea and shrugs.
JJ can’t help himself. "It's not a must. I mean, I see there's also a lot of work to be done here. There are at least two t-shirts left in that drawer to throw around the room."
Mia scoffs at that.
JJ turns to Kiara and tries to sound serious. The effect is ruined by the grin pulling at his mouth. “Kie, I think it’s just going to be us. And you know, I totally get it. Spending time with your parents and their friends is pretty lame.”
Kiara bites back a smile when she sees panic flash over Mia’s face. Puberty or not, there are few things Mia likes better than surfing with JJ and John B. JJ is pulling out his phone, his eyes focused on the screen as if he’s going to reply to John B. Kiara pushes past him as she leaves the room to handle this and she squeezes his hand when she passes.
"Whatever," she hears Mia answer and it’s funny how Mia thinks she is being casual. "I don’t have anything else to do anyways."
In the hallway, Kiara pauses for a moment.
“I thought you were hanging out with Liza today?”
“Yeah, well, she has a boyfriend now.”
“Ah. And you’re sick of third wheeling?”
“I’m actually kind of used to that,” Kiara hears Mia say and JJ laughs. “No, it’s just-” Mia starts but she trails off. There is a long pause and she hears the buzz of JJ’s phone.
“So uh, you’re jealous she has a boyfriend and you don’t?” JJ tries.
“No!” Mia exclaims, the disgust evident in her voice. “He’s just such a little bitch.”
Language, Kiara thinks. JJ lets it go, which makes sense because Mia gets the swearing mostly from him nowadays.
JJ laughs again. “Spill. What’s wrong with him?”
Mia lets out a loud groan and Kiara hears a noise that sounds like Mia flopping down on her bed. “He’s just so boring. And Liza too. We were supposed to hang out at the beach but they wanted to go to the pier to get snow cones and chill.”
“Ugh,” JJ replies. “That does sound extremely boring.”
“And ever since she met Tom, she dresses weird. She wears skirts, all of a sudden.”
“Skirts are the worst,” JJ agrees.
“I know. And I just – it’s stupid. He’s such a loser.”
JJ says something under his breath that Kiara can’t quite get and now Mia lets out a laugh. Kiara takes it as her cue to make her way to the kitchen.
A few minutes later JJ walks in just as Kiara is putting some cans of cold soda in the cooler. He has his fists raised up in the air and he looks immensely proud of himself. "They call me JJ, the teen whisperer."
"That's really creepy," she says but she still grabs his shirt to pull him close. She smiles at him and looks him in the eye. “But thank you.”
“No problem baby,” he says before he presses her against the counter and kisses her in a way he really shouldn’t with Mia in the house.
"JJ," she protests after pulling back but he doesn’t care, just puts his hands on her back and kisses her once more. She should tell him to stop but instead she opens her mouth to him and slips her arms around his neck. It’s only when she feels how hard he is that she lowers her head and breaks the kiss. “We can’t.”
“Relax, I told her we wouldn’t go to the beach until I can see at least sixty percent of floor again. We have at least ten minutes.”
Kiara laughs and bites her lip. “I don’t know why, but it really turns me on when you’re strict with her.”
“Yeah? Want me to be strict with you, too?”
“Please,” Kiara says and she moves her hand so she can pull a bit at his hair. He arches his neck and lets out a groan. There’s a grin on his face that’s downright filthy. “You can try but we both know who tops in this relationship.”
“Yeah we do,” JJ drawls and he grabs her hips and lifts her on the kitchen counter in a swift move. “Goddamn Kie, remember last weekend?”
Kiara does. They had been cooking and JJ had put her on the kitchen counter just like this before dropping to his knees. Kiara had looked down at him and had told him wasn’t getting up until he’d made her come at least twice. “You can’t do that now,” she reminds him, her cheeks heating up at the memory because he had listened to Kie exceptionally well.
“Come to the bathroom with me,” he asks her, his hands gripping her hips tight. “We have a sink. I’ll prop you up and spread you out and - ”
“We shouldn’t.”
“We shouldn’t,” he agrees and then he bites his lip and he lowers his voice. “It would be so bad.”
She likes how he says it – it would be bad and that would make it good, obviously. But they can’t. Mia can come in any moment now and this time they don’t even have the moral high ground with them being in the kitchen but JJ’s hands are already under her shirt.
“Relax,” he says. “When has she ever been fast?”
Not recently, that’s true and Kiara kisses him back, grinds against him. She’s about to tell him that maybe they can sneak to the bedroom under the pretense of changing into their bathing suits and be really, really fast about it and she will have to put her hand over JJ’s mouth because they need to be quiet and Kie decides that yes, they can do that when -
"Oh my god! This is a common space!”
For the second time that day, their heads snap up and they find Mia staring at them from a door opening, her eyes wide and another look of disgust on her face.
“My bad,” JJ says and he pulls back a bit. He winks at Kiara before holding up his hands and telling Mia they’re ready to go when she is. Kiara hops down from the counter, her face heating up.
“Dad and Jennifer are never this disgusting,” Mia huffs before she puts her rucksack on the table.
Tyler and Jennifer have two kids under five. It’s not really the same, Kiara thinks, but she wisely keeps her mouth shut.
JJ has no such qualms. “Well duh, your mom is way hotter than Jennifer is.”
“Ew,” Mia says as if Kiara is some disgusting creature.
“Ok, are we done here?” Kiara asks as she closes the cooler, not keen on this turning into another argument.
“I mean, I really wasn’t,” JJ grins and Mia lets out another huff and stomps in the direction of the front door.
“Don’t encourage –“ Kiara starts telling him off but JJ is already crowding her again. He presses a kiss to her mouth. From the hall, Mia is yelling at them she wants to go now and can they please start acting like adults and John B is waiting for them and why are they always so slow?
“Fuck me,” Kiara says under her breath but JJ hears it anyways.
“I wish but I keep being cockblocked,” JJ replies. “Also, doesn’t she get that we’re trying to do adult things right here?”
Kiara laughs and drops her forehead to his shoulder. “Tonight, then?”
“Tonight,” he agrees and his fingers dip beneath her waistband and tug at the strings of her bikini bottoms. “You can boss me around. Tell me what to do.”
Kiara smiles because she can get behind this plan. “Oh yeah?”
“Fuck yes,” he says. “I’ll be your good boy.”
Kiara looks up at him through her lashes. “A little bad too, perhaps?”
JJ grins. “Always, baby.”