the end there to make him think that she’d just done him a favor by accepting. “If I can find the time that is.”
Devious and fucking adorable.
“Is there something else?” he asked, noting the way that she couldn’t stop running her eyes over him.
“Yes, yes there is, Yummy,” she said, reaching over and swiping his Coke. “I’m going to need you to understand something.”
“And that is…”
“Sleep, Yummy. I value my sleep.”
“I see,” he murmured, biting back a smile as he waited for the threats of bodily harm that he’d heard her shout at Eric as she’d hidden in the living room closet to come.
“I’m sure that you do,” she said, sipping his Coke as she surveyed the damage around them before adding, “So, we’re in agreement?”
“About?”
“Not sending your lackey to do your dirty work,” she murmured, taking a sip of his Coke.
“Ah, that,” he said, nodding in agreement, because he’d already decided to give that job to someone else.
Chapter 27
“God, you feel so fucking good,” Trevor groaned, making his wife moan while the sounds of Haley whimpering echoed throughout his room accompanied by the sounds of a bed hitting one of the bedroom walls while Reese laid there, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to block out the sounds of his cousins trying to make their wives scream for the third time that night.
He should have switched rooms when he’d had the chance, he realized as he was forced to reached down and readjust the painful erection tenting his boxers while he did his best to drown out the noises coming from the bedrooms on either side of him. Closing his eyes, he tried to think about all the things that he needed to do tomorrow and when that didn’t work, he mentally went over the list that he still needed to write, making sure to add an extra gallon of putty, copper pipes, another bag of drywall nails, and-
“That’s right, baby. Just like that,” Jason all but purred, making his wife moan as Reese’s mind shifted to a pair of beautiful blue eyes.
His mind quickly went to the plump pink lips that she liked to nibble on, making him wonder if she would lick her lips when he slid a finger inside her. He’d slowly fuck her with his hand, gently teasing her clit as he worked a finger inside her, making her wet, he decided as he ran his hand over his cock, rubbing the underside as he imagined the sounds that she would make as he did it.
He’d tease her, taking his time as he licked and sucked her nipples, making them hard as she begged him to fuck her and if she begged him, he probably would do just that. He’d fantasized about fucking other women in the past, but none of them had ever made him seriously consider it, not like Kasey.
She had him releasing the button on his boxers and wrapping his hand around his cock, groaning softly as he imagined her hand wrapping around him. Just thinking about her touching him had his cock bouncing and his balls pulling up tight, making him think about doing something incredibly stupid like going next door, climbing in bed with her, and waking her up in new and interesting ways.
Over the past week, he’d been amusing himself as he woke her up in the morning, curious to see just how far he could push her before she finally snapped and made good on all those promises of bodily harm that she made to him every morning when he’d dragged her out of bed. Waking her up was the best part of his day, but it was also the worst, because late at night when he couldn’t stop thinking about her, he would imagine all the different ways that he wanted to wake her up.
As he slowly stroked himself, he thought about how he would have loved to have woken her up this morning. When he’d walked into her room and found her lying on her back, wearing the latest shirt that she’d stolen from him, baring those beautiful tan thighs of hers all he’d wanted to do was to crawl on that bed, push the shirt up and kiss his way to the lilac panties that he’d caught a glimpse of.
He wanted to trace her plump lips through her panties, defining the lines of her pussy before he pulled her panties down and pressed a kiss against the soft slit that would feel fucking amazing enveloping his cock. He’d press teasing kisses against her slit as he pushed her legs apart, giving him better access so that he could lick and touch her at his heart’s content.
As much as it would kill him, he wouldn’t slide his tongue inside her until she was awake and moaning his name and when she finally did, he would slide his tongue inside her, slowly fucking her, he thought with a moan as his hand slid up to the tip of his cock and gave the velvet head a gentle squeeze as he imagined running the tip of his tongue from her clit to her-
“Oh, god, Jason!”
“Trevor! Trevor! Oh, god, Trevor!”
And, he was done, he decided as he shoved his cock back in his shorts, and rolled off the bed with a glare towards the bastards that had ruined another night for him. Grabbing a pillow and a blanket, he headed towards the couch before the next round could start. After tossing the latest collection of crayons, comic books and all the shit that his cousins kids needed to get through the day off the couch, he slammed his pillow down, punched it for good measure and laid down with a sigh, pulling the blanket over the erection that refused to die.
Still trying to figure out why she affected him like this, he closed his eyes and somehow managed to fall asleep only to wake up sometime later to the sounds of someone humming. The scent of cinnamon and apples cooking had him opening his eyes to find the woman that had him tossing and turning all night leaning over the back of the couch, humming as she absently waved the spatula in her hand back and forth, looking bored as she watched him.
“Good morning, Yummy,” she said, absently looking over her shoulder at something in the kitchen before returning her gaze to him. “Sleeping in today, are we?”
“What time is it?” he asked with a frown as he glanced at the windows and noted that the sun was barely up.
“A little after six,” the crazed woman that had broken into the house said with a bored sigh as she pushed away from the couch.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, rubbing his hands down his face as he wondered if this was a dream or-
Grunted when the devious woman plopped down on his stomach with a satisfied sigh that had him glaring at the cruel woman.
“So, Yummy,” she said, drawing out her words as she leaned back with another sigh, “did you sleep well?”
“No,” he bit out with a glare that she ignored.
“Good, that’s good, Yummy,” she said, nodding absently as she glanced over her shoulder again.
“Is there a reason that you’re here?” he bit out, trying to shift the damn appendage that was obsessed with her away from her hip before she spotted it and made this morning worse.
“Besides to make my famous apple streusel coffee cake?” she asked, blinking down at him.
“Yes, besides that,” he said, placing his hand on her knee, unable to help himself even though he knew there was a good chance that she might take that spatula and shove it up his-
“Well, I thought we’d discuss our morning routine,” she said, shifting her attention back to him.
“And what would you like to discuss about it?” he asked, absently running his fingers in circles over her bare knee, noting the soft skin even as he had to stop himself from running his fingers down the rest of her leg.
“The fact that we have a morning routine,” she said, shifting on top of him to get more comfortable and ripping a grunt from him with a smile.
“Comfy?” he asked, narrowing his eyes on her as she leaned back with another one of those sighs that was making his lips twitch.
“Quite,” she said with a nod.
“So, you want me to let you sleep in?” he asked a bit distractedly as he scented the air, almost positive that he smelled bacon, eggs, French toast, and possibly pancakes.
“Yes,” she said with a nod as she glanced towards the back hallway this time before shifting her gaze back to him.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, sweetheart,” he said, shaking his head in regret.