Twenty
Bridger
The last few days have been a whirlwind. Kellie moved fully into my place, along with all of her array of furniture. Some we used to fill in places, others we donated to the local women’s shelter. It helps women and children get back on their feet when they leave an abusive situation. That was all Kellie’s doing, not that I could blame her. My woman, her heart is as big as the sky.
“Hey, are you ready to meet Aunt Ro and Uncle Howie?” Kellie asks. I’m sitting in the living room watching a baseball game. She has no idea yet, but I plan on letting them know my intentions with Kellie. That includes a ring on her finger, planting a baby in her belly, and growing old together.
“Yeah, sunshine. They seem like good people, though while they’re here, you’re going to have to be awfully quiet, which means when I wake you up with my face between your thighs, I’ll have to gag you if you can’t keep your voice down.” Kellie does a full body shiver. I know exactly what she’s thinking about. This morning, she woke up on the verge of an orgasm, her legs clinching tight, body vibrating with sweat-soaked skin, and the way she returned the favor, I have no doubt she may be pregnant already.
My arm wraps around her waist, right where I’m hoping like hell our baby will be growing, and soon.
“I’m going to have to go change again. Your mouth is dangerous,” she coos.
“Damn straight. Are you ready to see them? I know it’s been awhile since you’ve seen them. FaceTime, phone calls, and texts aren’t the same. I know that firsthand, baby.”
“I’m so excited I can barely sit still. Aunt Ro just sent a message saying they’ll be here in ten minutes, and Bridger, there’s a reason I put them in the room furthest away from our bedroom.” Kellie isn’t wrong. She has it completely set up for them. It doesn’t hurt that bedroom has an attached bathroom, so it’s not like they’ll be pacing the halls in the middle of the night. Though, with my woman, I know she can’t keep her voice down, so I’ll have to get ingenious in the mornings. There’s no way I’m going a full week without tasting her before I head to work.
“I’m sure they’ll love being here. How long are they staying again?” I already know the answer. Teasing Kellie is something I love to do though.
“You horn dog. You know they’ll be here for a full week. Oh, I forgot to tell you. Since they drove out here, they said they may not be here the full time. Uncle Howie wants to see the surrounding states, and Aunt Ro is ready to shop. I suspect they’ll be here today and tomorrow, venture out in the middle of the week, then wrap up their time here this weekend. Want to get your family and the gang over for a party?” she asks.
“It’s already been taken care of. You have met the Jennings, right? Mom heard your family was coming into town and took it upon herself to wrangle all of us, food included, to where we only need to figure out if I’m grilling or smoking the meat,” I tell her.
“Sounds good to me. I don’t care what we eat, so I’ll leave that up to you.” I hear the crunching of tires coming up the driveway. Legend’s bark sounds from the backyard as he hurries into the living room, running and barking a million miles a minute. That’s the project I worked on yesterday—he has a collar that lets him come and go in the backyard as he pleases with the doggie door to go with it. In case Kellie and I are stuck at work, he can at least do his business and come inside when he’s ready. The downside is training him to not go swimming unless we’re around. That dog has already come in soaking wet more than once since it’s been installed. All we could do was laugh and clean him up, but I know we’ll have to come up with a game plan sooner than later.
“Come on, let’s go meet them in the driveway.” She pulls on my hand, and I do as she requests. I’d follow this woman to the ends of the earth.
We all head outside. Her uncle barely has the car in park before her aunt is out running toward Kellie, who is doing the same thing, I rock back on my heels laughing. When her uncle climbs out of the vehicle, Legend and I make our way to him.
“Hi, you must be Mr. Bennett. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I hold my hand out to him. He grabs mine and squeezes down on it. I don’t flinch, knowing what this is. He’s sizing me up, seeing how much I can take. I’m ready for it. In fact, I’m not leaving. “That’s enough, Howie,” his wife says as she walks over to us. She pulls me in for a hug. Something tells me this is who they are—him a no-bullshit kind of man and her a woman who’s used to breaking things up. It makes me smile. Kellie gives her uncle a hug and then wraps her arms around my waist.