I need to find a way to get her number. That’s my plan today.
Ryan: I messaged her, but she hasn’t read it yet.
Me: Want me to wake her up?
Ryan: Nah, she may be in the shower. I’ll give her a few more minutes.
Me: When do you want to meet?
Ryan: Umm. Give us like fifteen minutes and we’ll come up there.
Me: OK
My eyes drift to the wall that separates me from Amberlee. She’s so close, but so far away. Ryan’s words come back to me.She may be in the shower.Just the image of her body, runningher hands across her bare flesh, her breasts, her pussy, has me hard again. Masturbating isn’t going to hold me over for long. It's failing to satisfy the hunger that burns deep in my veins for her.
I close my eyes, trying to calm my raging testosterone. But all I can think about is having my cock buried deep inside Amberlee’s sweet pussy.
Dropping the phone on my bed, I cup my face with my hands, rubbing my eyes. Get it together Jeremiah, we are so close to having what we want, you can’t fuck it up now.
I need to do something else to occupy my mind. Standing, I head over to the dresser and pull out some shorts, underwear and a top for Angel. She’s been in there long enough that she should be done.
I move over to the cracked bathroom door. “Angel, time to get out.”
“Okay,” she hollers over the running water, just before it turns off.
“Dry off, then come on out. I have clothes for you. Uncle Ryan and Aunt Maddy are going to be here in just a bit so we can go get something to eat.”
“Can we get waffles?” she squeals as she opens the door, the towel wrapped haphazardly around her little body.
“I’m sure wherever we go, they’ll have waffles. I have your clothes on the bed, get dressed, then brush your teeth. I’ll tame that rat’s nest of yours after.”
She juts her tiny hip out, her hand on it as she shakes her head. “I ain’t got no rat’s nest, Daddy. That’s my hair.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, brow raised as I fight to keep a serious face.
“Positive.”
“Okay then. Hurry up so we can be ready when they get here.” I smile.
She runs back into the bathroom, and the water turns on so I know she’s brushing her teeth first. A couple minutes later, she skips back into the room, dropping her towel on the floor and begins dressing herself. She no longer needs my help, turning into such a big girl and my heart aches knowing one day she won’t need me for anything.
“I’m ready.” Her little voice sings.
“Get me the brush and a ponytail holder.”
She rushes back to the bathroom, returning quickly with both items.
“Can you French braid my hair?”
I nod and turn my body, patting the bed in front of me for her to take a seat. Taking my time, I brush her hair, working from the bottom up toward her skull, just like my mom taught me to work out the tangles. Once I’m done, I separate it into sections and begin the intricate work of weaving her hair back and forth until she has the perfect braid.
I’ve just slipped the elastic band on the end when there’s a knock at the door.
Standing up, I take the brush with me and set it on the bathroom counter before opening the door to a smiling Ryan and RJ, but no Maddy. My mind races, wondering if maybe she did too much yesterday and changed her mind about today. I wouldn’t blame her. I can’t even begin to imagine what it feels like to be pregnant with twins during the heat of the summer.
“Where’s Maddy?”
I step back, allowing them to walk in. RJ beelines straight for Angel.
