“Love you too.”
“You want more?” he asked, leaning over me.
I smiled up at him. “Later. When we can take our time.”
“Okay, baby. I’ll get you a washcloth. Stay put.”
I stayed put until Sundance returned to clean me up, then I fished a pair of panties out of my bag and shimmied them on, much to his chagrin, but I wasn’t really interested in dealing with his cum down my leg all night, so he acquiesced.
After another epic make out session, we headed back downstairs and rejoined the party.
Wyatt
SUNDAY NIGHT, I picked Teddy up from Meteor House, and we drove to Sundance’s home where we were met by both Sundance and Orion standing in the driveway. My heart raced at the sight of my man waiting for me, even though I’d left him barely three hours ago.
“Ori!” Teddy called as I parked the car.
“Hey, buddy.” Orion opened his door and Teddy climbed out. “You ready to see my bike?”
“Yeah!”
Orion nodded. “Let’s go.”
“Shotgun!” Teddy yelled, and I smiled up at Sundance who was currently opening my door.
“Hey, baby,” he said, holding his hand out to me.
I took it and let him help me out of the car, then wrapped my arms around his waist when he tugged me toward him.
“Hi,” I said. “Thanks for letting me get him alone.”
Sundance had wanted to come with me, like he’d done last night, but I wanted to go over some ground rules with Teddy before we descended upon Sundance’s family, and Sundance might have objected. He’d reiterated that he wanted Teddy to feel like he was at home, but I wanted to make sure he didn’t break anything.
“You hungry?” he asked.
“Starving,” I admitted.
“Drake’s cookin’.”
Sundance had waxed poetic about how amazing his kid was in the kitchen, so I was legitimately excited to eat whatever he cooked.
“Ooh, I can’t wait,” I said. “I brought wine and a couple of pies.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded. “Chocolate and Apple.”
“Chocolate and apple wine?”
I laughed. “Yes.”
He patted my bottom. “Perfect.”
He grabbed the bags out of my car and then led me inside. I was surprised, to be honest, at the neatness of the home. The furniture certainly wasn’t modern or new and the walls could use a coat of paint, but it was clean, and it felt homey. Very different than the cabin, yet, all Sundance as well.
The tiled foyer was small, with a staircase to the right. Sundance led me through the archway in front of us and past a dining room into the kitchen.
The vinyl countertops and black appliances dated the home, but Drake looked comfortable working his magic on the stovetop on the kitchen island, which was where Sundance set the bottle of wine I’d brought with the pies.
