"Thanks. I prefer the whipped cream, but some of my sisters like the marshmallows instead. So I keep both on stock."
When she sips on the chocolate, she gets a whipped cream moustache, and that makes me laugh like a loon.
"Oh no, did I get some on my face?"
"You sure did."
I reach out and clean the cream with my thumb. When there's no more left, I take my thumb back and suck the remnants of the cream from it. When I realize what I've done I see that Emma has noticed as well, and her eyes have grown darker.
Watching her like this makes me feel like the luckiest man alive. Then she licks her lips and my cock starts to stir in my pants. I bring the blanket up to cover me from the waist down. I need to kiss her, but I'm not sure she's ready.
"This is making me sleepy. Do you want to move to the bed, Tristan?"
I swear my cock twitched, and it wants to grow to full mast, but I'm trying my best to think of things that disgust me like old men spitting out tobacco or food vendors fixing food with their bare hands.
"You take the bed. I can sleep here with Buddy."
"Nonsense. There's enough space for the three of us. Come on, Tristan, live a little."
Chapter 5
Emma
Iknow it's forward of me to invite my hot crush to bed with me, but I think I'll be safe with Buddy between us. Will I even be able to sleep with him so close to me? I take the tray with our empty mugs to the kitchen first as I steel myself for a difficult night.
When I see the two males in my life right now, they are both cuddled in two-thirds of the bed and have left me enough space to slide into with them. I do that and feel blessed to have a roof over my head and a warm bed that I can share.
"This bed is really comfortable."
"Yup, I love it."
I move to my side so that I can face him. I'm not sleepy at all and feel I should enjoy having Tristan here with me. He mimics me and then we make eye contact. I'm not sure what emotions I see in his eyes, so I go right ahead and ask him.
"What are you thinking, Tristan?"
"That I missed my chance to kiss you when we were on the couch."
"You did. What are you going to do about it?"
He leans forward and brushes his lips against mine. A jolt of electricity goes from him to me and I almost back out of the kiss. As if he senses this, his hand goes behind my head to keep me still. It feels a little bit dominant, and I'm not sure if I like it. What I do like are his chocolate-tasting lips.
His beard tickles me, and I lean further into the kiss. It starts slow. It's like he's testing boundaries, and I'm all about crossing over those boundaries. My blood is starting to heat as the kiss gets more and more intense. After a moment I feel Buddy stir, and I realize it's because we're so close together that we're almost squishing him.
I pull apart and give Tristan a small smile.
"Our chaperone has spoken."
"Maybe I should bribe him with a treat."
The puppy lifts its head and wags its tiny tail almost as if it recognizes the word. When he sits up in the bed he looks in much better spirits. He's almost happy now, even after his ordeal.
"Come on, Buddy, let's get you something to eat."
"I can do it."
"No, let me. I always have some dog food around for when my sister is fostering and brings one of the dogs around."
"What does she do in the business?"
