I’m not sure I’ve ever been this hard, well, with the exception of our last family meeting when Nathan made her eat her whole meal with his cock inside of her and fucked her on the table for dessert.
I hadn't been able to face her the same since, because now every time I see her, I end up hard, feeling like a teenager with my first crush.
This might not be the best way to help, but I’m sick of running from her and my feelings.
I want Kat, even if this all blows up in my face someday. For now, I want this, her, a family, for as long as I can.
I’m already so close after just a few strokes, but when Des pulls her from his lap, I make myself stop as well, hoping to find my release with her.
I watch with rapt attention as he pushes to stand, Kat still in his arms, and he turns to place her on the couch across from where they just sat. The second he sets her down, she scurries around to face the house, and he moves behind her, bending her over the backrest and giving me a perfect view.
I almost come on the spot when he sinks back into her, and I watch her face screw up in pleasure.
I match his thrusts, and I know she’s close, and then Des winds his hand up into her hair and pulls her back into his chest, and she crashes over the edge, taking me right along with her, whether I was ready or not. I stagger forward, bracing my hand against the cool glass as the intense pleasure hits me.
What I wouldn’t give to be the one fucking her.
I pull off my shirt, clean myself up, toss it into the bin, and tuck myself back into my pants. Moving into the closet for a fresh shirt, I stop and stare at the bag that’s been there for the last few weeks.
The gift for Kat that I’ve still been too much of a coward to give her.
Soon.
I need to fix this first.
I need to do better, and I will.
Starting now.
I clean myself up, head downstairs and into the kitchen, and shoot off a quick text to Des to make sure they head this way. They should, given they have the marshmallows and all that, but with my luck, they might leave it out there and head up for bed.
Yeah, I’m not taking any chances, not this time.
I’m not great at cooking, but I could survive. Thankfully, Nonna made hot cocoa a lot with Des and me when we were younger, before she and Nonno went back to Italy.
Let's hope my memory is good enough to do this right and that we have everything I need.
Crap, maybe this was a bad idea.
In the end, we have everything, and I’m about 99% sure I made it right, while I’m 1000% sure I just destroyed the kitchen, and Kat might just as soon murder me as she is to enjoy the cocoa I made for her.
I didn’t realize how lost I would be in my own kitchen, and why the hell are there so many cabinets and drawers? Not to mention the pantry.
It’s a miracle I managed to find the four things I needed. I also just happened across mini marshmallows, too, which was a win.
I barely make it into the dining room when I hear the door slide open, and I can’t help but stop and listen, my curiosity getting the best of me.
“What’s this?” Kat’s voice is little more than a whisper, but I couldn't miss it, not when it calls to me.
“I didn’t do it,” Des says, and I hear the smirk on his face.
Why is he like this? Could he be more obvious? I rub at the bridge of my nose under my glasses and pray for the universe to give me strength.
“Who was it then? The hot cocoa fairy?” The sass in her voice is impossible to miss and so unlike the woman I met that first night.
Damn it, I want nothing more than to go back in there and watch the way her lips hug that mug. That’s a terrible idea, though, if the way my cock is already hardening is anything to go by.
No, I need to get my shit together and do this right.
