“Just me and you,” he agreed, and I resumed sucking on his dick.
After a satisfying night of mutual blowjobs and cuddling, I found myself ravenous. Jackson was in the shower, so I had the pleasure of cooking our breakfast. I knew Mike tended to sleep in, giving us an hour or two before he would join us, but I still made enough for him. Jackson had bought blueberries and since the pancake mix had worked out fine last time, several more were bought, much to my amusement.
I was plating up the pancakes when Jackson’s arms came around my middle, then he kissed the top of my head. I sighed and leaned back against him. I couldn’t wait for us to live together.
“Did your realtor call you?” I asked, knowing Daisy had said it wouldn’t take long before the mansion would be back on the market.
“No, why?”
I shrugged. “I heard rumors the mansion would be put up for sale soon, that’s all.”
“Really? Where did you hear that?” His voice was filled with excitement.
“A coworker of mine is friends with a realtor; they told me about it.” I couldn’t tell him that it was Daisy, so this would have to be enough.
“Fuck, I hope they’re right. That place just felt right, you know? I think you and I could be happy there.” I was all swoony inside hearing that.
“I think so too,” I said, turning off the stove before pushing him back with my ass and turning in his arms. He laughed and hoisted me up on the counter. I had my legs around him in an instant, his mouth on mine as we each took our fill. My dick was hard againsthis, which was getting on board too. I rubbed against him, seeking friction. I moaned as he slipped a hand beneath my T-shirt, entering my panties. His T-shirt was sufficient clothes for me since it reached mid-thigh, and it proved to be a good choice, considering how easy it was for him to locate my dick.
“No!” Mike yelped. “I’m forever traumatized! The horror!” We jerked apart and found Mike’s retreating form, just before we heard the slam of his bedroom door.
Berlina came into view and I fought my blush. “Phew! That was hot as fuck.” I internally groaned. They’d left us alone yesterday, but I didn’t have the chance to tell them off like I had with my own ghosts back home. I would need to state my boundaries when I had the opportunity.
“You go talk to him,” Jackson said, placing my feet back on the floor and patting my butt. “Go.”
“Me?! Whyme?” I demanded.
“I can’t talk to him about what he saw! I already emotionally scarred him once.” Well, he did have a point there. I glared at him as I left the kitchen. I would find some kind of punishment for him,something that wouldn’t punish me too. So, sex was off the table, since I couldn’t go without that anymore.
I knocked on Mike’s door, waiting for the go ahead. “Come in, Pete. But you better be clothed!”
I opened the door and gave him an unimpressed look. “How did you know it was me?”
“You knock differently.”
“Huh.” I sat down next to him on the bed and waited for something to happen. When nothing did, I said, “Sorry you saw Jackson jacking me off in the kitchen. It won’t happen again, no more sex outside of Jackson’s room, or bathroom. I promise.”
Mike shuddered. “He jacked you off?!”
I raised a brow at him. “Wasn’t that what had you running off?”
“No! I thought you were just kissing!”
“And that had yourunning?!”
He crossed his arms and looked the other way. “I was surprised.”
“I’d say. We were too, by the way. How come you woke up so early?”
He let out a deep breath. “I try to get up earlier than I’m used to.”
“Why?”
“There’s this project I want to be a part of in Africa. Which means early mornings and nights. I might as well get my body used to it.”
“You never mentioned this. When and for how long?”
“After Christmas, so two months from now. And I’ll be gone for two years.”
