“Son, don’t be rude. He’s welcome to rest on the couch. Come out with us and sit down. Soft sit down.” He sneaks a smile my way, getting the hang of it, and pats the spot beside him. “Conner, tell me about Cannon.” My dad eyes me teasingly across the way.
“He loves me. Bethy more, though. He sings good, good guitar, really, really good at breakfast. Bad at puzzles. His fish is the white one.”fish—will they never be forgotten?
“Are you okay with him always around?”
“Yes, very, very good.”makes my father beam and shoot me a thumbs up. Which I didn’t realize he knew how to do.
“Bubs, go get Cannon. Soft wake him up. And ask Laura to come out too, please. Hell, bring the whole gang if you want.”
“You’ll meet them soon, but they’re young and self-absorbed in kid stuff,” my father comments, dismissing the idea. “Just Cannon and Laura please, Conner.”’s first to appear a few minutes later, with a leery smile and glass of red wine, and she takes a seat by my father. Conner’s next, bouncing in one move from inside the kitchen to right in front of me.
“Sit, please.” I point to a chair. “Big news, but only if you chill.”
“Chilled, Sister.” He nods, folding his hands politely in his lap.last out, there drudges a sleepy, wild-haired Cannon. “Sorry, Siren, I tried, I swear, but that little girl had The Sound of Music on. Have you seen it?” I nod with a shiver. “Cool, you understand then. Hop up,” he says and I do so he can sit and pull me down on his lap, doing a quick survey of all occupants on the deck. “Everyone’s alive, no bleeding, good stuff.” He kisses my cheek. “Proud of you.”
“So, we’re gathered here today to begin Operation Lizzie’s Informed and Wants Her Life Back. Dad, I love Cannon more than anything in the world, and he and I have bought an adorable house in Richmond. It’s perfectly placed right between you and his parents. And,” I turn to Conner, “it has a secret special house in the back that will be all yours.”
“In-law suite,” I mouth to my father and he nods, swiping at tears.
“Okay, okay.” Conner flails his hands like Flappy Birds. “Okay, Bethy, okay. So I get my own house?”
“Yes.”
“With a door and bed and TV and fish tank and shower and lawnmower and fish?” He’s screaming, jumping up and down and clearly holding in his need to pee.
“Bubs, go pee and come right back.”—Flash Carmichael out.
“Bethy,” my dad worries aloud.
“It’s ten steps away and it has an alarm. The gas stove and fireplace will be disconnected, Cannon will mow the lawn, the yard has sensors and windows and doors are included in the ADT Security. What else?” I quirk both brows and cross my arms.looks at Laura and she simply snickers. “She’s her father’s daughter. Give it up,” she says, giving him a comforting pat on the leg.
“And I thought I could hire Alma part time, if she’d like? I’ll pay her well, of course, in case Cannon and I want a vacation or break, and maybe to check in two weekdays and nights, so he feels like it’s company and not an overbearing sister?”
“Definitely. You and I can speak with her tomorrow. And the band, done?” he asks, his optimism sounding through loud and clear.
“Yeah, I’m good. I gave the bus to Rhett and Jarrett. They’re the rock stars, not me. I don’t need it.”
“And Cannon, how long do you propose I allow you to ‘shack up’ with my only daughter?” Dad presses his lips together, eyes colder, but not exactly cold.
“As long as it takes to get her to marry me, sir. You ready?” he asks me with a wink.
“Not yet,” I whisper, blushing.
“Little longer, sir,” he says, my dad throwing his head back and…laughing? I’ve never seen it before, but yes, I think he’s laughing. Or having a seizure. Possibly choking, but Laura doesn’t seem concerned.recovers quickly, smiling at my love, whose neck I wrap my hand around and rub. “Anything I should know?”
“Yes, sir, I was engaged for two months, only two months ago. She tied her tubes, lied, and dumped me on the side of the road. I never looked back and wasn’t sorry. I stayed because her dad was powerful, my boss, and I had nothing better. I won’t speak ill of her, so I’ll just quit speaking of her.”
“I will,” I jump in. “She’s a manipulative bitch. She keyed his car and threatened to sic her daddy on me. She sent him stories about us from the internet and called me a dyke several times. I hate her and adore him, end of.” I bob my chin, daring argument or further scrutiny.
“Do you work?” Richard asks.
“Not yet; her dad had his thumb on that. But I will now that I know where I’m going to be living. I have a degree from IU. I’ll be fine.”
“I could—”holds up a hand and stops him. “No offense, sir, and I appreciate it, but I’d just as soon do things myself this time.”
“Very well.” My father nods, pleased and impressed, Laura also bobbing her head in respectful agreement. “So when do you move in to this place?”
“Two days. Well, that’s when it’s ours. We have absolutely nothing to move in,” Cannon answers and we laugh together.
“And you’re staying where until then?”
“Four Seasons,” Cannon answers.
“Nonsense, you’ll stay here. Honey, could you ask Alma to make up a guest room?”
“Of course.” Laura immediately stands, only to get trampled by Conner.
“Sorry, Laura-mom, sorry. Sister! I’m ready!”
“Con, house isn’t ready for a few days. We’re all going to stay here until it is, but tomorrow, I’ll take you to pick out stuff for your house, okay?”’s stunned silent—no, really—looking frantically between our father and I. “You don’t hate Dad no more?”
“No Conner,” I smile briefly in my dad’s direction, “I don’t.”
“AND I get my own house?”
“Yes.” I snicker, my favorite look of pure glee radiating of him.then, he gives me a new favorite. He lifts his head to the sky and folds his hands, and in a legit whisper, says, “Thank you, guys; I mean you, Mom and God.”, women, old, young, usually stoic or not…there’s not a dry eye on that deck.36next two days, while we wait to take ownership of our house—our house!—were what I now refer to “coming home days.” Obviously, because that’s exactly what we’ll be doing, but more over because that’s what I did. I came home.mother, in death, set me free to love, forgive, smile, laugh, and live with as much fucking happy as I can possibly pack in one day. And with Conner and Cannon by my side, that’s a lot of happy.real estate agent graciously agreed to let us in real quick to take some pictures so we could start planning. It felt intoxicatingly like Ocean’s Eleven, as if we’d just pulled off a master caper—get in, snap pics, get out. Conner wanted to drop in from the ceiling and squeal around in a van to make it more authentic, but that just didn’t sound like a good plan to me.we stand in Mears Home Makeovers & More and Conner has filled four carts—for one room. I don’t think he understood the dimensions of said bedroom.
“What’s the wood for?” I ask, puzzled by the planks in cart three.
“The fort,” he answers with a dumbfounded stare, clueless as to why I’m clueless.
“Bubs, you can’t build a fort in your room, sorry.”rolls his eyes and waves his hands, clearly unable to “deal with me” and starts to walk away. “Cannon, handle Sister. I give up!”spin around to find my man red-faced and suffocating on his laughter. “Deal with me, Yoda,” I snap.
“Not to make light,” he tries to harbor his chortling ridicule, “seriously, not at all. But honestly, Conner is the coolest person. On. The. Planet.” I frown, feigning miffed. “Except you, Siren, except you.”
“So you think it’s cool to build a fort in his room? Actual wood, Cannon? Whatever happened to blanket forts?”
“Backyard, baby.” He winks. “The fort goes in the backyard.”. Well, sure it makes sense, when you tell it right.
“Where’d he go?” I frantically search the store. “What else could he possibly need?” I spread my arms, indicating the four carts.sticks both fingers in his mouth and wolf whistles (since we’re not in public or anything) and Conner screams from somewhere, “Row of paint!” Since we’re not in public or anything.
“That’s if we’re done. Get him and meet me at the checkout.” I duck my head and take an alternate route to the registers.
***evening, Laura and I both insist Alma take some “her” time and make dinner together. I can’t help the nagging devil on my shoulder telling me I’m moving too fast, caring way soon, but…it feels nice to have “a family,” or at least the atmosphere of one…and maybe if I start looking for the good, I’ll find it.around seven, all eight of us sit down to eat. This is the first real amount of time I’ve spent with Laura’s three children still at home and my opinions are formed immediately.is precious, 11 years old, with white blonde hair, grayish green eyes, freckles across her nose, and the voice of a chipmunk. I think she may be just as enamored of me as she demanded the chair next to mine and kept her chubby little hand on my arm most of the meal.; he’s a 13-year-old boy, so there’s not much to say. He’s a handsome young man, very quiet and extremely polite when he does speak, but that is truly the extent of what I know of him so far.? His days of sharing a room with Conner, when he visits, are over. This kid is ANGRY…like hurting animals in a sure sign of future serial killer angry. Not that I’ve seen him drown a kitten, yet, but he needs some serious help, stat. He’s only fifteen and I’ve seen mug shots that scared me far less than the scowl this kid wears.
“Vaughn, honey, why aren’t you eating?” his mother asks him.
“I’m not eating shit she made!” He points at me with his fork—a weapon in his mind, I’m sure of it.
“Va—”plead with my father’s eyes to let me handle it. “And why is that, Vaughn? I’m unaware of anything I’ve ever done to you?”
“You treat everyone like shit and waltz back in here like nothing’s wrong? Fuck you!”hold down Cannon while Dad holds down Conner. Laura and Hope start crying.
“Vaughn,” I say calmly, setting down my fork and wiping my mouth. “What’s my full name?” He shrugs defiantly. “I’ll take that riveting answer to mean you don’t know. When’s my birthday? Favorite color? Best subject in school?”
“Don’t know, don’t care,” he mumbles.
“So is it fair to say you know nothing about me?”response.
“You’re angry, and if anyone in the world understands adolescent anger, it’s me. Why I’m the chosen target for yours is what I don’t get. You’ve been in this house a minute, a fraction of the time I was. You’re the visitor, not me. I lost a parent, too, so if you’re gonna have a pity party, you should at least invite me. And since you seem to draw power from curse words,” I look at Hope and ask her to cover her ears before I address Vaughn again, “get the fuck over yourself. You know dick about my life or why I wasn’t or am now in my home. You ever talk to me like that again, the only thing you’ll be eating for dinner is your teeth, which I’ll have knocked down your throat. You feel me, angry boy?”
“I love you.” Cannon beams. “Gotta have me a nibble after that,” he growls and leans in to nip and kiss my jaw.
“And I,” my father places his hand on my shoulder and grins, “am damn proud of you. Any chance you’d like to write campaign speeches?”
“None whatsoever.” I chuckle and shake my head.
“I’m not your friend anymore, Vaughn. You are very mean, very, very mean,” Conner chastises, getting worked up until Laura puts an arm around his shoulders and cuddles him to her.
“Go to your room, Vaughn. Gather all your electronics in a pile and I’ll come collect them when the family is done with their meal. While you wait, I want you to write down all the things you’re really angry about and we’ll discuss them later. You’re excused.” Laura finishes with him and faces me, eyes still moist. “I’m very sorry for that, but thank you.” She laughs and pats Hope’s shoulder. “You can uncover your ears now, honey.”
“I’m sorry for cursing at him, Laura, but that’s the language that empowers him right now. I had to take that power back.”nods. “Understood.”waits until my eyes shift to him, curious how he’ll react, and he blows me a kiss and winks! Always the quiet calm ones, I tell ya—look out, ladies.I was out of line, but I’m looking at a lot of grateful faces around this table. My guess is they’ve all had enough of Vaughn’s crap and were happy to see him knocked down a peg.
“May I be so bold to say, my girl did the cooking, so ya’ll have fun cleaning while I steal her away.” Cannon winks at me. “Gotta surprise for her.”
“Of course. Laura, sweetheart, my surprise for you is, I’ll do the dishes. Isn’t your Housewives of Crazy Country show about to start?” my father teases her, rising to stack plates together.
“Come on, Siren.” Cannon stands hastily and pulls me from my chair. “Be back later, Con.”qualms following him anywhere, I giddily trek behind him to his car. Which reminds me, I should probably retrieve mine someday. “Where we going?” I ask once we’re loaded in.
“You’ll see.” He flits a coy smile at me, a husky, secretive quality in his answer.turn on some tunes and settle in for the ride and surprise, softy singing along to one of my favorites, Bon Iver’s “Flume.” Cannon reaches over and links our hands, then sings with me. Four songs of the phenomenal album later, we pull into the driveway of our, as of tomorrow at noon, new house.
“Babe, this isn’t ours yet, we can’t be here.”
“Lil’ faith, love, yeah?” He comes around and opens my door, sliding his arms under my legs and behind my back, scooping me out and kicking the car door shut.
“For the next 15 hours, this is trespassing,” I hiss quietly in the night, even though the closest neighbor is at least two miles, minus perhaps a family of field mice or maybe a nice cricket community.
“You open that negative little mouth again, and you know exactly what I’m gonna fill it with.” He moves around to the back corner of the house, sets me down and pushes open the very small, very high off the ground guest bathroom window.
“Wh—how?” I utter in shocked sounds only dolphins can hear.
“Crawl through, close and lock it back, then go let me in the front door.” He stoops, making a step for me with his locked together hands.longer I stand here bewildered, or argue, the greater our risk of arrest, so I place a foot in his hand and boost myself up, regretting my love of chocolate as I barely squeeze through the window. Luckily, all the windows are naked of curtains or blinds, so the country moonlight guides me through securing the window and making my way to the front door.’s knocking when I get there, and I can’t help but snicker at my quirky love.
“Who is it?” I coo.
“Maytag Man calling. Heard you needed something serviced.”
“Is that so?” I open up with a saucy grin, which fades when I see his arms loaded down with a blanket, pillows, and that may be a candle? “Cannon Powell Blackwell,” I take some of his burden, “what? When?”chuckles and closes the door, the slide of the lock an echoing, erotic sound through the empty house. “Loaded the stuff in the trunk. Unlocked the window when the agent let us in before.” He taps his temple. “Kiss my brain, you know you love it.”stand on the tips of my toes to lay a smooch at his genius temple. “Lemme guess, staying at my dad’s is wearing on your libido?”
“Not at all.” He fluffs out the blanket, laying it on the floor of our soon to be living room. Then he scatters the pillows and walks over to light the candle that he sets on the mantle over the fireplace. The room fills with an iridescent glow and my heartbeat quickens.
“I want move-in to be special for Conner, but I want one special, first moment in our new home with you.” He kicks off both shoes, eyeing me hungrily in the candlelight. “We may have many homes, but this will always be the first memory. You good with that?” He smirks, now reaching behind his neck and pulling his shirt over his head.
“Yeah,” I answer in a fluttery breath.“first” forever memory with Cannon is one I’ll treasure, guard in my heart and head always, and replay in my mind any time I gaze at him, or use to mend myself when angry with him…needs music; this is me we’re talking about.thought of everything else, so I’ll maestro the soundtrack. I flip through albums on my phone haphazardly, settling on a song only to change my mind a second later. It hits me like a swarm of angry butterflies—I can’t believe I’d never thought of it before. If there’s one song that says precisely what I say mentally to him every single day, this is it.remain still for now, savoring his tauntingly gradual strip tease, until he’s splendidly naked and beautiful in front of me. Then I take my turn, peeling each article from my wanting frame, tears building behind my laden lids for reasons I can’t begin to explain. He defies everything I thought I knew, the epitome of what I feared but desperately wanted, didn’t need yet lived empty and amiss without.I’m brazenly bare for him as well, I grab my phone at my feet and press play, then toss it back down and beckon him to me with a seductive crook of my finger, wetting my lips.stalks toward me, primal and masculine, stopping short when he recognizes my confession, “The Woman in Me,” by Shania Twain. Understanding and acceptance of the plea consumes his deep brown eyes and he advances, pulling me down on the floor with him.his lap, facing him, he wraps my legs around his muscular waist and drives his hands up through my hair. “Always got you, Siren. You have me,” he promises me in husky reverence against my neck.words, he angles my head to sink his hot tongue as deeply and possessively into my mouth as possible and I lift, finding his hardness with my hand, and place the tip at my core. Little by little, I tease him, taking him in only just past the head and flinching around him, then relaxing.eyes flare open and he emits a carnal, animalistic growl into my mouth, warning me with the unharnessed passion in his darkened eyes that he’s about to take over running the show. But the song and lyrics are tender, so I decide to be so also, and lovingly ease down his entire length, stilling a moment to fully stretch around the base, the thickest part of him.
“I love you, Cannon,” I moan on his lips, rocking back and forth on him, grabbing around his neck for anchor, letting my head fall back and my eyes close as I make slow, sweet love to him.we writhe and gyrate in flawless coherence, his up and my down, my grind to his thrust. In this position, straddled in his lap, I need not his hands, the short, crisp hairs at his groin tantalizing my clit dreamily, and way too soon, I’m coming around and down him as he groans around my breast in his mouth.
“So sweet, my Siren, more perfect every time. Love me forever, swear it.” He kisses me now, flat tongue licking after each puckered nip on my breast and collarbone, then up my neck. “Fuck me hard when you’re mad, soft when you’re not, bite my dick when I won’t listen, and deny me until I beg when I’m late or forget something important. But always, always love me?”nod as tears begin to fall and I whisper, “More than my own life, promise.”
“I believe you.” He leans his head back to smile at me, which quickly morphs to a sinister, domineering smirk. “My turn,” he grunts, gripping my hips and holding me flush against him as he thrusts up and into me with brutal, deliberate force, throwing his own head back, a feral howl escaping as he releases into me.3712:17 pm, we co-signed on our house, $180,000, half me, half Cannon, bought free and clear. God bless the vapid housing market, because tons of acreage, in-law quarters and over 3,000 square feet of living area when it’s worth almost twice that much. Who buys a house in full, no financing? A girl with mama’s family money and a man who stockpiled since his money couldn’t buy daddy’s princess anything good enough, that’s who. And we won’t mention it, because I’ll replace them the first chance I get, but I may be privy to the fact that Cannon sold two guitars and an amp that he somehow carted out of Ruthie’s in his ten minute time allotment. I also highly suspect my father slipped him a check for “Conner’s house,” because he knew damn good and well I wouldn’t dip a dime into his actual account for it.ass men.the signing to our pad, 1222 Erin Drive, took 36 minutes, so knowing we signed at noon, and bureaucratic things, much like doctor appointments, never happen on time, I was more than stunned to see everyone we value in the driveway…or parked in the grass. It is Indiana after all.since I’m so tough and all, I’m equally surprised that my face is mysteriously, yet again, leaking of its own accord. Charming and a sign of being humanized at first, it’s starting to get on my damn nerves now.first to attack, all at once, are Libby, Sommerlyn, and Vanessa, Jarrett’s lovebird with amazing longevity and an even longer way from home and school, and Laura, who’s not the evil stepmother I’d feared. Oh, and little Hope, holding Sommerlyn’s hand.
“Sweetheart,” Libby says pitifully, worried face, wringing her hands, “you have nothing. I’m not exaggerating. Sommerlyn, tell her I’m not overreacting. I mean, it’s absolutely barren. I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Mother, we talked about this.” Sommer gives me an apologetic grin. “They’ve owned it for five minutes, it shouldn’t be filled with their things.”
“Oh,” Libby clasps her chest, relief washing over her. “Thank God, so when will the moving trucks be here?”
“Libby, I lived on a bus for five years. I’ve never even had an apartment. And nothing from his house with,” I shiver, “She-Devil is allowed inside. So,” I rub my hands together optimistically, “there are no trucks coming; there’s nothing to bring.”
“OH,” totally different inflection in the word this time, her chest clasped now in horror, not relief. “Wh…I don’t…um…” She’s flabbergasted, eyes flitting to everyone individually for a possible solution.
“Who likes assigned tasks?” I ask in as chipper a voice as I can, a reassuring hand on Libby’s shoulder. “Trust me, I got it.”hands go up, and I pounce into action before they have time to change their minds. “Who’s got paper?” Of course, Libby whips out a yellow legal pad and pen from her purse. “All right, let’s see.” I close my eyes, picturing my new casa—gotta get a pattern room by room. “You first walk up to the front porch. Who wants it?”
“We’ll take it,” Sommerlyn raises her and Hope’s joined hands and Lil’ Bit nods enthusiastically.
“Sommer and Hope, porch,” Libby says aloud as she titles the page. Yeah, cannot fathom where Cannon got the list making thing.
“I’d say we need,” this will be a challenge eons away from my forte, “welcome mat, porch swing, paint for the front door cause eck, peephole cause uhh scary, pots and plants and maybe a pretty flag. Anything else?” Maybe I’m not so bad at this after all! “Oh, and a table for by the swing for drinks and stuff. And a rocking chair!” I finish, wistfully picturing it.
“Daddy!” Sommerlyn yells and Marshall trots over. “I need your truck keys. Hope and I have big items to get.” He digs them out of his pocket agreeably and smiles down at Hope. “You ladies need help loading stuff, or money?”
“No, no!” I bust in, holding up a hand. “Cannon and I will pay for everything, let me go grab a card out of my purse. And the men at the store will load them up. There are lots of jobs, so we’ve gotta spread our troops thin.” I giggle.
“No, no to you,” Marshall kindly contradicts me, pulling an envelope out of his back pocket. “Me and the Missus thought money’d make a great housewarming present.” He hands the envelope to Sommer. “Just what she asked for and bring her back the change, Saks Fifth Sommerlyn.” His brow crinkles.
“Daddy, you wound me. Oh wait, Liz, what color for the rocker and front door?”—here I was thinking I nailed it…curveball.glance around and find Cannon watching me from across the yard with a look of sweet adoration. I chin nod him and he saunters over, Levis and boots making the simple act pornographic. “Siren?”
“What color rocking chair for the porch and front door?” I ask.glances over his shoulder at the spot, debates, then turns back to me. “White rocker, maroon or royal blue door? You pick.”
“Royal blue,” I instantly tell the girls. “And,” I subtlety elbow Cannon in the ribs, “your parents are paying with our housewarming present.” I regard them both with a huge smile. “Thank you.”
“Thanks, Moms.” He hugs and kisses her. “Thank you, Dad.” One-armed man thing.
“Come on, Hope! See y’all!” Sommer calls over her shoulder, and they’re off.project down.
“Jarrett!” Nessy hollers this time and I swear I don’t recognize the man who sprints to her side. I repeat, Jarrett Playboy Foster sprints to her side. “You got any money?”shrugs. “Couple hundred, why?”
“Our labor is our housewarming gift. We’re gonna need the card,” Vanessa says to the ground, ashamed. “We’re taking the master bedroom, since a bed may become a priority, unless you like sleeping in rocking chairs.” She snickers. “What color you want it painted and stuff?”wraps his arms around my waist from behind. “You pick this one, love.”lunge, gripping my waist. “I don’t feel so good,” I croak.
“Lizzie?” He dips his head to look at me, worried.shoot up and point at his eyes. “Ness, see that color right there, that light, bronzy molasses? That color.”
“Gotcha!” She smirks.
“So getting it for that later,” he grumbles in my ear and I lean up to kiss him soundly.
“Sorry, had to nail it. Love you.”quickly google furniture types and colors on my phone to show Vanessa, hand her my credit card, and Libby passes them their list.we’re two down.so it goes—Dad, Conner, and Bryson take Conner’s house, all possible things needed purchased since he mostly bought supplies to make a fort—and a treehouse—last time we tried shopping. Who needs a bed and what not when you can just live like Bear Grylls, right?takes the kitchen; we decided on a muted yellow and whatever color dishes and small appliances she liked…which oddly, seems to make her day. Alma takes the flower beds since she loves that sort of thing. And in a mind altering twist, Vaughn appears before me, sullen and apologetic, and offers to mow, weed-eat, and trim hedges. I thank him with a hug and a ruffle of his hair and tell him that’d be great. Marshall takes to meeting the fence and security team at the end of the driveway, coordinating and overseeing both projects.when things seem sublime, Rhett and my Uncle Bruce pull up together and make it that much better. As they get out, Bruce’s face is hesitant and cautious, but I square up and walk fast to embrace them both. “How?”
“Cannon called,” Rhett explains.
“Told me everything,” Bruce adds. “Loved my sister, proud as hell of you, and plan to have a beer with your dad later. End of. Where you need us?”
“How about the living room? Cannon?”chuckles. “Right behind ya.”
“Why don’t you give them specs on couch, chairs, end tables, TV, rugs? Kinda a man thing. I’m going shopping with my soon-to-be stepmother for my bathroom and guest room. Thank you both for coming, and helping.” A slobbering sap, I hug and kiss them both then run to search down Laura as fast as possible so I can hide my happy display of threatening waterworks.
“I’ll do back deck and walkways and clean the flues for fires, babe!” Cannon yells, getting a thumbs up over my shoulder.
***I dreamt it, because I wake up in a new, fabulous bed practically identical to my request, décor all around, including pictures on the walls, which are painted the exact shade of Cannon’s eyes that I kinda shamefully captured…but I have an image of actually collapsing in the hallway from exhaustion in my head.what the rest of them must feel like.feels most like Heaven is the lean, hard body draped across, around, and under me. “Morning, babe,” I whisper in his ear, lavishing kisses up his thick, corded neck.
“Morning to you my love. Your turn for coffee delivery or go back to sleep,” he says croakily and swats my butt.
“Did you happen to find me in the hall and carry me to bed, oh brawny man of mine?”
“Guilty.” He chuckles softly, a morning rasp making it an even sexier sound than usual.
“Thank you. I love this house,” I sigh happily, “everything turned out so perfect. We’ll have to host a barbeque or dinner to thank them all.”
“Sounds great. Just as soon as the discs in my back slip back to their normal positions,” he mumbles into his pillow.
“Roll on your stomach,” I nudge him, then straddle his back and start massaging. Either tight with strain or shear physical perfection, his muscles are hard against my fingertips, making it difficult to really penetrate.
“Feels great, babe,” he moans. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” I dip my head, placing kisses intimately across his back. “I should probably check on Conner,” I suddenly worry.
“Alma stayed the night with him and an alarm sounds in here if any of his doors open.”thinks of everything.
“But feel free; a hard-on against a mattress isn’t exactly comfortable.”
“Then roll back over,” I hum sexily.does with a sleepy smile, none the less seductive. “Gonna have to do all the work, Siren, I’m sore as shit.”
“I think I can handle that.” I take off my shirt, pull my panties aside, and glide down on him in one motion, all the way home.
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