And how I can now make a mean cortadoanda phenomenal flat white.
And how I yelled at the screen earlier this week when watchingLeverage– a show his sister loves – when they messed up a hockey episode.
But telling him ain’t up to me.
It ain’t my call.
Or…at least it’s not supposed to be.
Starting to wish it was.
“And…” she sweetly repeats, although this time, I’m not entirely sure why.
“And…” cluelessness crawls across my expression, “there’s…more?”
Snickers are soft and almost silent. “You have to take him to pracky with you.”
My head slightly tilts in objection.
“That is unless you’re ready to leave him home by himself again.”
Hasn’t happened since the kitchen incident.
Which really wasn’tthatlong ago.
Paint has barely finished drying on our cabinets.
“You do know that once you’re on the road that therewillbe times when he’s left alone in this house, right?” Her face shifts to a serious fashion. “Days whereIwork late or have other non-Bronny related engagements to attend?”
Hesitation to retort can’t be helped. “I do…”
“So, perhapsthis weekmight be good prep for those moments?”
“He’s gotta miss the whole fuckin’ week?!”
She slowly nods prior to explaining, “They only allow students to start onMondays; therefore, if you or Grams or your attorney or anyone else loses possession of the puck in the enrollment process, he will missanotherweek.”
“One is gonna be bad enough.”
“I know.” Her frame suddenly leans back against mine, effortlessly mellowing me back out. “And I am currently doing everything possible to keep him from falling behind. I arranged to have his mock schedule sent to us as well as contacted his teachers to have them email over his assignments for us to begin despite not actually beinginclass yet.”
“Meanin’ Alice Cooper had it all wrong?”
Giggling can’t be helped.
“That Chuck Berry had it right.”
“Ohmygod,that song iswayyyyyybefore your time.”
“No such thing, Gillybean.” Cheekily smirking precedes me brushing my lips against her ear and lowering my voice. “Speakin’ of time…” I admire the sight of her eyes immediately growing hooded, “I can either make us lattes,” gently nipping her lobe hitches her breath, “or let you be my latte.” My mouth lowers to steal a swipe of her rapidly beating pulse. “Sadly, there ain’t time for both.” Her body needily bumps against mine prompting me to purr, “Be a good girl…” another loving bite is taken near her jaw, “and use your words.” My teeth sinking into her skin occurs in tandem with my fingertips drifting forward towards the wet, freshly waxed territory. “Tell me what you want, Slayer.”
“To slay you,” she suggestively coos, stoned stare finding mine in the mirror.
“You wanna snow the tendy, baby?” One caress of her clit causes Gilly to uncontrollably tremble. “Fire off a clapper?” The next has her knees knocking into the dark cabinets down below. “Have me at pracky covered in your dub?”
“Godyes,” is huffed alongside her hips rocking into the slow rolling motions of my finger.
“Gonna need an assist in keepin’ you quiet…”Snaking the toothbrush out of her grip is easy. “We don’t wanna wake up the teen any earlier than we gotta.” Her lips begin to curl upwardprompting me to instruct, “Open.” They instantly part, allowing me to carefully wedge the object into the open space. “Close.”
