Snort. “Of course you are.”
“Not including me of course, I plan to tempt you constantly. Like right now.”
I turn away from the chicken I’m placing into a dish and let out a bark of startled laughter when I see him sitting in the chair at the dinner table, his foot crossed over his knee, a newspaper spread between his hands. He’s stark naked.
“Get dressed,” I hiss, still laughing uncontrollably.
“Only if you sit right here.” His hooded eyes scan me up and down as he points to the ground between his legs. “And do that thing you did the other night with your mouth.”
Well, how’s a girl supposed to refuse that?
The chicken hissing in the pan behind me snaps me from my sudden lust filled daze. I turn back to it and neatly place it all in the dish, before covering it with the sauce.
“You do realize you’re going to have to grab the salad bowl from the fridge while completely naked and we have no blinds over the patio doors yet.”
He blanches. “You do it.”
“Nope. I’ve just made dinner. You promised you’d help.”
He stands proudly, his naked body glorious in the bright sun that’s spilling into the huge kitchen. My lips pinch together in an attempt to stifle my amusement when he uses the newspaper to cover his front, which is remarkably stiff right now. He struts to the fridge, grabs the bowl of salad and brings it back.
His body is just… gah. There are no words, only drool.
“Anything else?”
“Yeah.” I rest back in the chair and place my finger on my chin. “Give us a very slow twirl.”
The newspaper hits me in the face and when I finally peek around it, I’m disappointed to see him pulling his clothes back on.
“If you’d stayed naked for another thirty seconds, I so would have done what I did the other night.”
“Food first, fornication later.”
Unfortunately we don’t get to that part until much later, due to Dillan suddenly not wanting to be put down for three hours straight. I’m pretty sure he’s teething and, from what I’ve heard, this isn’t going to be a fun parenting experience at all.
Nathan and I fall into a comfortable routine, one that seems to work perfectly for us. I go to work as he stays home and looks after Dillan. I cook most nights, but he cleans while I play with Dillan and put him to bed. Then we lose ourselves in our own bed, or wherever we are at the time of Nathan’s arousal.
The man has become insatiable. He’s become a monster, but not the kind of monster you fear.
I have zero complaints at all, not including my sore thighs and most likely bruised mound.
He seems a lot more at ease with himself, which is great. He doesn’t seem convinced that he’s going to become like the last three generations of men in his family.
We’re happy, exceedingly so, and coming home from work has never been such a joy. I used to love work so much that I’d wake up excited to be there, but now that Nathan and I have come to a happy point in our relationship, I find myself waking up in the morning and not wanting to leave his side.
The comfier we get with each other, the happier and more relaxed we get.
Sure, Nathan still has his moody moments where he’ll shut himself in his office and I won’t see him for hours. It’s irritating, but he needs his space so I don’t complain. He still gets annoyed with me and he freaked out something awful when I forgot to hide the eggs.
I had to listen to him rant for days about his rule of no eggs in the house. He’s so weird. It didn’t help that all I did was laugh at him whenever he brought it up or asked me if I was taking him seriously or not. I definitely was not taking him seriously, not even a little, but then he threatened to bring a rat inside… I now hide the eggs on top of the cupboard.
Unfortunately he still wears his gloves whenever he touches anything, no matter how thoroughly we sterilise it first. This doesn’t include when he’s holding me or Dillan, though. Exploring my naked body with his naked hands seems to be his favourite pastime at present, not that I’m complaining.
Our last venture, only a week or so ago, took us to his new store and I have to admit, even though I didn’t get a chance to help him plan the look of the new place due to the fact we were arguing that weekend, it looks amazing now that it’s finished. It’s just the outside that needs decorating now, and the inside obviously needs filling with sparkly, pretty things.
Now I’m wondering how he’s going to run his store and live three hours away at the same time. Maybe he expects us to move to London, although he’s made no mention of it. Perhaps he’s…
Nope. I’m not doing it to myself anymore. I need to stop questioning things in my mind when I never bother to learn the actual answers to them.
“Oh my god!” I squeal, practically dancing my way over to a stand that seems to sell mostly beach toys and sticks of rock.
“What?” Nathan looks at where I’m pointing and smirks. “Really?”
“How often do you get a sugar dummy shaped as a penis?” The two women standing to the side, picking out flavoured rock, stare at me like I’m a loon. “Can I have it?”
He blinks. “No.”
“But it looks so tasty.”
“Get the one that isn’t shaped like a penis.” He waves his hand, pointing to the red, sugar dummies hanging from the ceiling by different coloured ribbons.
I pout, wishing I hadn’t left my bag in the car. He turns to look at Dillan, who is sat in his pram playing with his feet. I take this second to shove my hand into his pocket and snatch his wallet.
“Hey,” he moans, reaching for his property. I turn and bend over it and quickly pull out a five pound note. “Give me back my wallet.”
“Fine.” I throw it at him, trying not to laugh when it bounces off his forehead, and quickly run to the lady behind the till with the penis sweet in my hand.
“Are you old enough?” She quips, her grey brow rising with amusement.
“You really want to walk around with a penis hanging from your neck?” Nathan looks at me in disbelief.
“No.” I shake my head, take my change and pull the clear plastic wrapper from the goody. “I want to walk around with a penis in my mouth.”
The two ladies who were staring at me before burst out laughing, especially when Nathan’s cheeks turn pink with embarrassment.
“Hmmm,” I moan, sucking happily as I link my arm through his. “Want some?”
He stares at me in disgust. “No, I do not.”
I shrug, release his arm and skip ahead. “Aww, booby shaped jelly sweets.”
He places his hand beneath my shoulders and shoves me forward. I race to the stand next door and buy doughnuts.
Memories of the night when Nathan took me to the fair out of town makes me smile, especially when I had to feed him doughnuts. I wonder if he’ll let me do that again.
It’s not until I’ve received my doughnuts that I realise that Nathan is missing. Looking behind me and peering over people, I try to find him and Dillan.
“Nath?” I shout, using the shortening of his name, which he only lets me use. Sasha tried yesterday and he scowled.
Scratching my hair with one hand and holding the donuts with the other, I stand randomly in the middle of the street, ignoring the disgruntled people who have to walk around me. Déjà vu. This happened when we went to the fair together. He was buying pictures of our ride on the Ferris wheel, but I didn’t know that until a while later when I found them in a drawer in his room.