“No way,” is my automatic response. “I’m staying home with my wife today.”
The look of approval on Jasper’s face can’t be denied. “Very good, sir. Would you care for some breakfast?”
“I’ll eat with my wife.” I glance over my shoulder at her closed bedroom door and the urge to check on her is overwhelming, even though I was with her only minutes ago. “Take it easy this morning, J. I’ll let you know when we’re ready to eat.”
“Of course.” He nods and bends down, scooping Doja into his arms. “Would you care to take the cat to her?”
“Yeah. Actually, I will.” I pluck Doja from his arms and cuddle her close, pleased when she starts purring. I was never a cat person until Doja. She’s kind of snotty, but when she’s in an affectionate mood, I like it.
I sneak back into Charlotte’s room, carefully shutting the door behind me. Doja squirms in my arms and jumps out of them onto the bed when I get closer. The cat marches right up to her owner, meowing softly before she rubs her head against the side of Charlotte’s face.
Reminding me of a freaking princess in a fairy tale, my wife awakens slowly. Probably due to all the head butts and constant purring from the cat. Charlotte’s eyes flutter open and she smiles when she sees Doja in her face. A little squeal leaves her and she hauls Doja close, giving her a smacking kiss on top of her head. A giggle escapes her when Doja meows again, rubbing against her cheek.
“I didn’t mean for her to wake you up,” I say.
Charlotte’s gaze finds mine, her cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink. “Oh. It’s okay.” She rubs underneath Doja’s chin, her attention solely focused on her cat, instead of me.
As if I might what… make her uncomfortable?
Well, fuck that.
I approach the bed, throw back the covers and crawl back underneath them, pulling the duvet over me before I slide in behind my wife, slinging my arm around her middle, splaying my fingers across her bare stomach. “Did you sleep well?”
She nods, her back to me, her head slightly bent. “Did you stay all night with me?”
“I did.” Doja crawls over Charlotte, seeking my attention. I give it to her, of course, petting her silky fur. “Does that bother you?”
“Not at all.” She leans into me, her lush body fitting perfectly next to mine. “I don’t want to get out of bed yet.”
“Then don’t.” I kiss the side of her neck, breathing her in. I love her smell. Can’t get enough of it. My hands begin to explore, streaking my fingers over her hips and she nudges against me.
Somewhere a phone rings and I realize it’s mine.
“Should you get that?” Charlotte asks after the third ring.
“I don’t want to get out of bed,” I tell her, repeating her own words back to her.
Her ass rubs against my front, rousing my dick. “Stay with me then.”
The phone stops ringing, only to start back up again.
I cup her breasts, noting her hard nipples. Her tits are a perfect handful. I can’t get enough of them. “Bet it’s my brother.”
“Or one of mine,” she adds.
Don’t want to talk to any of those assholes this morning, or even think about them. I’d rather not discuss what happened yesterday just yet. I’d prefer to act like it never happened.
Though I can’t avoid it. Something needs to be done, and soon.
I’d just rather savor my wife a little while longer before we both have to face reality once again.
I’m essentially mauling my responsive wife, Doja is frustrated with us and sitting on the foot of the bed when there’s a light knock on the door.
Blowing out an exasperated breath, I call out, “What is it, Jasper?”
“Sir, you have a call.” He pauses for only a second. “From Mr. Lancaster.”
“I win,” Charlotte whispers. “Told you it was my brother.”