We change clothes without screwing each other’s brains out and return to the living room. Nolan starts working on dinner while I start working on reorganizing the desk that we moved out of what is now Katie’s room, which now sits in the corner of the dining room. Sometimes I work from home if they don’t need me in there first thing, because I work a lot of late days and get called frequently on weekends. Zoey’s used the desk on occasion, too, when she’s worked from home.
I feel a little bad that we can’t give Katie the spare bedroom that’s “Nolan’s” bedroom, because it’s larger. But it won’t make sense should Jerilyn question the situation. She’d immediately wonder why Nolan has the smaller bedroom when he lives here full-time.
By the time Zoey gets home from work, Nolan nearly has dinner ready, Caine’s already headed home, and I’ve managed to organize the desk and the rest of this corner of the dining room-home office area. It’s progress, at least.
She called dibs on organizing Katie’s room, because she’s the one who thought to pay attention to where everything was before we packed.
“Mom! Oh, my god, thank you!” Lucas practically tackles her when she walks in. I turn where I’m sitting in the office chair at the desk and smile at her pleased but confused expression.
“Um, context?” she silently mouths.
I mime holding a steering wheel, and she immediately groks my meaning. “You’re welcome, honey.”
I stand and walk over to kiss her. “Welcome home, sweetheart.” After she kisses Nolan hello, I walk with her to the bedroom and show her the picture of Lucas’ car.
“Hmm.” She gives me that playful smirk. “Couldn’t say anything about this to us at lunch?”
“Honestly? I was working too hard to keep from popping wood in front of the lady at the bank.” I grin, feeling completely unrepentant in this moment and making her laugh.
“You are a happy man right now, aren’t you?”
“How could you tell?”
She reaches down to palm the front of my shorts, which are now tented. “That, for starters. And the shit-eating grin that seems plastered to your face in a way that would make Jack Nicholson proud.”
“Aw. That’s my second Joker analogy today. Thank you. Love you, too, babe.”
She playfully swats me on the shoulder. “Nerd.”
“And yet you still married me.”
“And, technically, so has he.” She hooks a thumb over her shoulder in the general direction of our kitchen, where the referenced “he” is happily putting the finishing touches on what I believe is spaghetti and meatballs.
“Admit it. Life would be dull if it wasn’t for me.”
She kisses me again. “Yes, it would. I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything.”
* * * *
It’s after ten when we finally call it an evening and head for the shower together after saying good-night to Lucas. We knocked out some more tidying, and now the dining room, while more crowded than before, at least has some order to it.
Zoey focused on Katie’s room and nearly has it put back together in as close a layout to how it was at Nolan’s apartment as she could manage.
One benefit of Katie being in the room she’s in is that it’s the farthest one from our bedroom.
So, that’s something, I guess.
I had, in all honesty, forgotten about getting laid. But then Nolan’s wearing a playful smile and pushes me back against the shower wall to kiss me and disconnect my brain for a little while. The one-two knockout is that Zoey drops to her knees and swallows my cock.
Ooooh, yeeeaaahhh…
His hand closes around the front of my throat, pinning me in place, and a sweet jolt spikes through my nervous system.
He leans in close. “Be careful what you wish for, mister,” he softly says. “You’ve got me here every night.”
My cock twitches where Zoey’s perfect mouth is working on me. I force myself to keep my eyes open. “Bring it.”
His smile widens. When he holds up the bottle of lube in his other hand, I realize he must have grabbed it on his way into the shower. “Feel like pitching? Or did I just drop you down the rabbit hole?”
