“I’ll put them in the dryer for you. In the meantime, keep my shirt. It looks good on you.”
Her hand rests on her hip. “I need pants.”
I lift the beer in my hand to my lips, smirking. “You do?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“I have a pair of sweatpants in my dresser. I’ll set them on the bed for you.”
“I like sweatpants. I might keep them,” she teases, walking away. The way my shirt looks on her, the sexy way she walks away, I’m fucked. Completely.
Groaning, I wait until she’s in my room before I check on the laundry. Clearly Camdyn helped her because there’s entirely too much soap. I start the rinse cycle again and then head back out to the kitchen to find Sev staring at me, her cheeks puffed out.
“What’s in your mouth?”
“Nut’in,” she mumbles around whatever’s in there.
“Spit it out.”
She shakes her head as if there’s nothing there.
“Unless you suddenly grew a tumor in your mouth, ya got something in there. Now spit it out.”
“No.”
“I’m going to count to three, and if you don’t spit that out, I’m tossing Vader to the curb.”
Sev’s eyes widen as if she can’t believe I’d do such a thing. But you know what? She spits it out into my hand.
“Why did you shove a whistle and Chapstick in your mouth?”
She shrugs. “I not know.”
“Don’t shove shit in your mouth. The last thing I need is to go to the ER with my kid choking on a whistle. You’re gonna be whistling out your ass.”
All I get is a shrug again. “Is it time to gets the tree?”
“Soon. I’ll go check on Kacy.” Can you tell by my sudden eagerness I’m way too excited about this? Come on. You knew I was going to. That’s the polite thing to do, right?
In my room, I close the door, knowing full well my kids are going to get into shit they shouldn’t once I close any door. Some things are worth the risk. Kacy naked and wet is one of them. There’s steam rolling through my room, from the bathroom door cracked a fraction of an inch. I swallow thickly, my heart beating faster. What the fuck am I thinking, but also, why had she left the door cracked? It’s clearly not my fault if I can see in.
I mean, it is my bathroom.
That I told her she could use, but still, do you see my side in any of this? Or am I disgusting?
You’re right. I shouldn’t peek.
But goddamn, is it tempting.
Be a gentleman. Be a fucking gentleman!
After setting the sweatpants on the bed, I walk out of the room. Apparently, I chose to be a gentleman because I’m very disappointed in myself for not peeking.
But hey, there’s always tonight, right?
I stop outside the door and stand there. One peek won’t hurt.
Sneaking back into the room, I close the door behind me and lock it, running my hand through my hair. Just as I’m fighting with myself to think of a reason to go into the bathroom and ask if she needs anything, I hear the shower turn off.
Shit. I debate for all of two seconds before I turn around and see her standing in the doorway, a white towel wrapped around her slender body. Her eyes widen as if she hadn’t been expecting me in the room.
I point to the bed. “Sweatpants.” As if that’s an answer for being in here.
It’s not, but that doesn’t seem to bother her because, if you can believe it, she drops the fucking towel. “Like we agreed, my clothes are on your bedroom floor.”
“Technically, it’s a towel on the floor, but I won’t be picky about the details of the bet.” Dragging my eyes over her long, lean body, I draw in a quick breath. I hadn’t been prepared to see her completely naked. Hoped for it, but no, not prepared, and I’m certainly not going to waste the opportunity. I take the five steps between us and push her back inside the bathroom, up against the vanity.
A giggle escapes her lips about the same second my lips meet hers. “Eager?”
“You have no idea,” I breathe into her mouth. Picking her up, I set her on the counter and then scoot her ass to the very edge so she can see very well what parts of me are eager.
Snaking her hands around my shoulders, she grips my flannel and wraps her legs around my waist. I angle my head, covering her mouth with mine, sucking, biting, basically fucking desperate. I’ve been thinking about this since the night we met. She lifts herself up and down, writhing against my cock, just as needy. Her heat hits me, my cock jumping at the contact.
In the next second, we explode in a frenzy of kisses, rubbing, twisting, gasping. Widening my stance, my tongue fills her, teeth scraping, dimly aware of the fact that my kids are in the next room, unattended, and I’m gasping for more from this girl I don’t even know.
Kacy breaks the kiss, tilting her head back and giving me access to her neck. “Jesus, you’re a good kisser.”
A grunt leaves my lips, my only acknowledgment of her assessment of my kissing. I haven’t even explored the rest of her naked body, but all I can think about is getting inside her warm, wet pussy. “My bed?” I keep my hands on her ass, grinding her into me.
She moans into my mouth, and I pick her up, twisting toward my room. I run into the door, the wall, and then I hear it.
“Daddy?” Their voices grow steadily louder as they approach my bedroom door. “Daddy? Are you in there?”
I stop, setting Kacy down on the floor. Naked. Waiting for me. She meets my eyes, wide with realization. “Shit.”
“Daddy?” There’s a knock on the door, the handle jiggles. I can tell by the voice it’s Camdyn. “You said we getting a tree? I wanna go now.”
“Be right there,” I yell, keeping one hand on Kacy. She smiles, and I kiss her once more. When I sigh, her soft laughter rolls through me. Stepping back, I reach inside my jeans and adjust myself. Her cheeks heat. Handing her the towel, I press a kiss to her forehead. “I swear to God, trying to fuck you is an experience.”
Her eyes find mine. “You’re not kidding.”
“C’mon, people!” Camdyn yells. “Tree!”
“I’d love to say they’ll lose interest—” I pick up the sweatpants on my bed and hand them to her. “—but they won’t.” Trying to even out my breathing, I watch her slide the sweatpants on and my shirt she’d been wearing before her shower.
Would it be so bad to make the kids wait? It’d take me what, two minutes?
“Daddy!” they scream, kicking the door. Impatient little shits.
Kacy smiles as if she gets it. “Can I come with you to get the tree?”
I nod. “They’d probably kill me if I left you here, now, wouldn’t they?”
Now her smile turns into a grin. “They’re so cute.”
“You said that already,” I mumble, disappointed this didn’t turn out like I was hoping for.
We’re all insane.
BARRON
The rest of Saturday night, we hunt for a tree for the house. I sneak about two more heated kisses from Kacy, both of which leave me desperate for more, and the kids fall asleep on the couch with her. Two days and my kids, and my dick, have met their best friend.