“Looks like you need a shower like Daddy, little man.” Ethan made some grunting noises, and I laughed, tweaking his nose. My phone beeped and it was a message from Chase.
Chase: I have to fix the plumbing in the kitchen sink.
Grinning, I typed back.
Me: Do I want to know?
Chase: Accidental fork in the sink’s garbage disposal.
Me: You could call your brother-in-law. He’s the resident pipe layer.
I could only imagine Chase wanting to throttle me through the phone.
Chase: I’ll pass. See you in class on Tuesday.
“Remi, how long until it’s ready? I’m going put us stinky boys in the shower.”
“Ten minutes.”
I’d be out in five just to make sure the house was still standing.
“Come on, Son. We have to save Mommy from the dreaded pirate chef, and we need to be squeaky clean.”
He gave me a toothy grin and stuffed his thumb into his mouth. Yeah, us Rooneys had to stick together.
6
Remi
“Sweet girl, I have a surprise for you!” My sexy husband sauntered into the bedroom, catching me in his arms.
“Oh, good. I love them.” I didn’t. I hated surprises and since I was a little tender from Evan’s extra attention this weekend, I was hoping he might say he was tired and just wanted to snuggle tonight. I could barely keep the yawn from coming out.
“No, you don’t, you little fibber, but that’s okay because this is a good one.” He twirled me around and then landed a kiss on my lips that morphed into something hot and heavy. My hands snaked around his neck, and my nails scoured his scalp in a give-me-more motion against his shaved head.
“Mmm, I like this. Is this my surprise?” I hoped this was it. I already dealt with a grumpy toddler today and barely got dinner made before wanting to fall asleep standing up. I mean, I ordered pizza because I could totally handle that, but waiting for the delivery guy to show up before Evan got home seemed like a new form of torture.
“No, sweet girl.” Evan picked me up and placed me in the middle of our bed before coming down on top of me. He caged me in and I snuggled against him. I ran my hands over his chest and down his muscled arms. If there was such a thing as arm porn, I would drool over my husband’s thick veined arms. They reminded me of other thick veined parts of him that made me blush and involuntarily shudder.
“I’m going to come cook with you,” he said, disrupting my arm-porn fantasy.
Did he say cock or was my mommy brain fried?
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Cooking, love. I’m going to join you in your class.”
“You are?” I looked at him, skeptically.
“Actually, Chase and I both signed up so we could join our girls. Like a double date of sorts.” His eyebrows wiggled suggestively and for some reason, I wanted to shout bullshit.
“A double date?” Something was fishy in Evan’s suggestion as in, this man didn’t need a cooking class. He practically took meat, threw it on heat, and it magically became edible. Unlike my novice attempts, which were solely focused on not having the fire department respond, I figured it was a man-grill-food thing. Something akin to it has a dick, it can grill. Crude, but fairly accurate in my experience.
“It’ll be fun.”
“Fun,” I repeated, hoping he would elaborate.
“Yes, that chicken dish you brought home was really good, and I figured we could learn them together.”
Definitely smelled some bullshit in this conversation worse than our son’s last diaper explosion.
“I thought the point of Winnie and I going was so that we could surprise you two with a nice holiday meal and dessert without having to keep emergency services on call.”
“Oh, darling, no. Not at all. We thought it would fun, unless you don’t want us to go…” The rest had been left unsaid. I did tell Evan about the odd instructor, but he had been strangely silent regarding his thoughts on him.
I tossed my head to the side and caught a glimpse of his arm flexing, and I was mesmerized by the sinew and movement. If I wasn’t mistaken, this whole thing was posturing on his part, and I was determined to get to the real reason behind his sudden interest in a cooking class.
“This wouldn’t happen to be about the guy teacher would it?”
“Guy teacher? Oh, uh, no.” He scrunched his face up, shook his head, and didn’t once make eye contact. Ah-ha!
“Are you sure, because Winnie and I are just fine going to the class without you guys.”
“And miss out on all the fun? We already registered.” He made a pouting face that was hard to resist.
“Okay, fine, but just know that you’ll be the only two guys in class beside Federico, and I don’t know how I feel about the rest of the ladies ogling you. These arms are mine.” I reached for him, stroking his arms up and down.
“All yours, promise.”
I sighed, more than aware Evan outmaneuvered me in this. He was coming, jealous husband that he was, and now he was going to use some sexy time to distract me. Fine. I could live with that.
Because you know, my life was so hard with a loving, adoring partner.
“Kiss me, now that you’ve decided to interfere in my cooking class.” I lay flat, pretending to give up and submit my whole body to him. The stubborn man laughed, chest rumbling and teasing me as he grinded me deeper into the mattress with seductive purpose.
“Happily, my wife.” Evan started his kisses on my lips and then moved to the sensitive spot between my neck and ear, nibbling on the skin until I writhed under him. He moved lower and raised himself up to pull his T-shirt off in a one-handed move behind his neck that would make me swoon well into our eighties, of that I was certain.
I tensed with each biting kiss and quivered as he had his way with me, licking and mischievously rucking up my nightgown. Our banter was playful, and when Evan finally parted my thighs and lifted one leg over his shoulder to drive in deep, I had to bite my lip to keep from waking our son.
“Evan.” I groaned when he wouldn’t let me hold back.
“Come on, little momma, soak my dick with your sugar.” His dirty talk made me gush, and I gave up trying to be quiet tonight. He had me exactly where he wanted me and I loved it, surrendering to him completely.
We ended up needing to shower and strip the bed because he’d practically pulled everything off the mattress. I might not be able to cook, but I mastered a fitted sheet like nobody’s business, and Evan made sure I knew how much he appreciated my domestic efforts.
7
Evan
The class began at six and lasted two full hours. I was less than happy when we pulled into the high school parking lot where the classes were being held to have a text message waiting for me from Chase. We usually had each other’s back, but it seemed tonight he was dropping the ball on me. Dude owed me big now.
Chase: I’m sick as a dog. Winnie is too. We think we have the sickness that’s going around. Bailing tonight. Sorry. XOXO