“Remember when Dona was here and you nearly lost it over Gabriel?”
“That was different.”
“How?”
“Dona is a girl,” I said, licking the spoon.
He lifted his hand, and his face bunched up as if he weren’t sure whether to scream or smack me. I laughed, putting the empty cup to the side. “What I mean is, Dona would have to leave, and I didn’t want that. Ethan’s not going anywhere.”
“He’s just got some strange woman calling all the shots in this house now.”
I nodded. “That’s how I felt when he brought it up before. But after thinking about it, I realized this ends in one of two ways, Sedric. Either he’s letting her do whatever the fuck she wants because he’s going to kill her later, which I doubt because, like you said, the women around him don’t last long, and Ethan knows he needs a wife. Or. most likely the right answer, he is really letting her do whatever the fuck she wants because she is his wife at the end of the day. When has any man in this family told a Mrs. Callahan not to do whatever the fuck she wanted to do?”
“So, just let her insult my sister?”
“Sounds about right.” I nodded. “Or better yet, make sure you and Nari stay on her good side or avoid her altogether. I don’t trust her. But trust issues are sort of my thing. That being said, we can be skeptics and watchful without disrespecting her.”
“I don’t like this smart and mature Wyatt. I can’t reason with this version of you,” he grumbled. “I blame Helen; she broke you.”
“I did what now?” she said, stepping into my room, looking beautiful as always in her deep green dress.
“Abort. Abort,” I coughed into my hand.
He shook his head. “I think I’m going to go to the gym and work off my anger before I run into another Callahan woman.”
“Brilliant idea.” I nodded at him.
“Love you, too, Sedric.” Helen pouted, and he just waved her off, closing the door behind him as he went. She shook her head before looking to me.
“I’m sick,” I told her, coughing.
“You’re just saying that so I will play doctor with you.”
I couldn’t help but grin. There was so much more I wanted to do than play, too. Helen came over and tossed her leg over my lap and sat down slowly as I leaned back on the pillows. She put her hand on my head. “You don’t feel hot.”
“You’re touching the wrong head,” I replied, pulling her hand down and pressing it against my cock. She gasped. “See?”
“You have a talent for getting hard.”
“Best compliment I’ve ever gotten,” I muttered, kissing her chest.
“Wyatt, we have to talk…”
“Fuck and talk?”
“You need to rest.”
“That’s why you’re on top.”
“I need to rest, too.”
“Fifty-fifty, and it will be a quickie.”
She didn’t say anything, and instead, reached into my pants, and I closed my eyes. Her hand around me was the only type of medicine I needed.
“Ahh…” I moaned as I felt her rising off me a little. Slowly, she lowered herself on top of me. She was fucking evil. Reaching up, I pulled down the top of her dress and her bra. I waited until she took all of me before taking her nipple into my mouth. I sucked and kissed all over her breast as she b
ounced. Wrapping my arms around her tightly, I couldn’t help it, I flipped us both over, thrusting forward.