She leans forward, pushing me against the mattress. She rolls her tongue, licking the sweat off my abs, and plants wet kisses while her eyes peer at me.
Crawling on top of me, her face almost reaching mine and when she is close enough my teeth bite together with a snap, pretending to bite her face. Yet I do her cute nose.
“You’re so beautiful.” I comb my fingers through her disoriented hair, staring at her dreamy, post-orgasmic expression.
“Then fuck me, again.”
“Do you want to die?” I quip.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she flashes a sly grin, slapping my chest playfully, “Even though I’m a mess.”
“I think after all that you’re allowed,” I reply in a low, calm tone.
“Itwasperfect.“ She makes the P pop and grins with a tad of sheepishness.
“Let’s get back to sleep,” I cuddle her when she drops her tiny body atop me and shuts her eyes.
We said one night.
We have until the morning rays of light cease our agreement. Then, it’ll be over.
Blakely
Istraddle his lap.
My throat is sore.
I’m exhausted from the night we shared and extremely satiated.
“We’re not going to tell your dad we broke the bed.” We’ve been arguing for an hour since we woke up. It’s late morning and now I’m screwed because the bed looks like it’s been through an earthquake. It creaked all night because there were a few loose screws. Apparently, we broke a couple of the planks in the center that hold the mattress and now I feel them protruding through the mattress as I lie on it. It looks like a disaster that needs to be fixed.
“Why not, he wouldn’t mind.”
“No!” I use my stern tone. Oh god, the last thing I need is for Milo to suspect anything. It already looks suspicious. He doesn’t need to know that his son and I fucked all night and broke the bed.
Meadow shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “What do you suggest then?”
Shrugging my shoulders, “I don’t know.”
“Want to swap out our beds in the middle of the night,” he says as a joke but his suggestion doesn’t sound bad.
I nod my head, liking this option, “That’s not a bad idea...”
“What… Nah uh.” He intently nods sideways, “I’m not going to break my back for a bed.”
“Why not,” I grit my teeth, “That’s the only solution.”
He studies me for a moment before he extends his hand, gathers his phone from the nightstand, and dials. “Hey, Dad.”
What the fuck is he doing?
My eyes are wide as saucers while he continues his sentence.
“Blakely needs someone to fix her bed, Chaos and Arrow wanted to check it for themselves and they made a little mess.” That shit-eating grin pops on his face and I want to slap it off.
Jerk.
I exhale all the air I bottled out of my mouth.
