I stifle a giggle at how indignant Ella sounds. I heard from Tawny that when she first met Marcus, she didn’t trust him with Ella. She thought he would take her away from the island and she knew how miserable that would make Ella. Obviously, she loves her brother-in-law now, but I understand why Tawny gave Marcus a hard time.
“Whatever, Ella. I love Marcus, you know that. I just needed to make sure he was here for the right reasons and wasn’t just looking for a vacation fling with you.” Tawny tosses her long hair over her shoulder and moves to the fridge to pull out my favorite dessert — pecan pie. She dishes up a slice for each of us, adds some whipped cream, and carries the plates back to where we’re sitting.
This is what I needed. Time with my sisters, teasing each other, but more importantly, loving each other. It’s time to fill my soul with the love and comfort that can only come from family and home.
7
Sam
Is it normal to miss someone you just met, when it’s only been a few hours since you last saw them? I sure as shit hope so, or I’m going insane.
Once Toby is fed, bathed, and tucked into bed, I sit down on the tiny couch that’s in the living room of the apartment we’ve rented. It’s a small place, but good enough for the next few months. Part of me wonders if moving here so early, before our house was ready, was really the right choice, but I had to get out of the city. Everyone has bought the idea that we moved so Toby can settle in at school, but that’s not the whole truth.
The thing is, I’m a writer. I should be able to do my job anywhere, right? Wrong. Lately, my creative muse has disappeared. And I know why. The hectic pace of the city, the constant juggle of single parenting and working, the constant feeling of being on guard, worrying about Toby’s safety, it’s all exhausting and I’m burnt the fuck out.
Toby’s mom and I always dreamed of raising our kids in the country. When she was pregnant, we would talk about buying a farm somewhere and letting our kids run wild and get dirty. That dream disappeared when she died, but over the last year or so, the idea of finding somewhere with a slower pace to raise Toby set root in my mind. When someone at a networking event for my publisher mentioned the new development being built on Westmount Island, I was intrigued. Fast forward six months and here I am, with my furniture and belongings in storage, living in a two-bedroom apartment with my son. It’s far from ideal, but I can already feel the stress leaving my body in the day that we’ve been here. Although I must admit, the beautiful surprise that is Kayla is probably contributing to my relaxed state. Not all of me is relaxed however, as my cock has stayed uncomfortably hard since this afternoon when I kissed her cheek. I want more of her, which could prove to be difficult given my living situation and kid situation. But I’m nothing if not determined and horny.
It’s after nine and I figure she should be done having dinner with her sisters, but just in case I’m interrupting, I send her a text instead of calling right away.
SAM: Are you done with your sisters?
The ‘…’ that tells me she’s writing a reply shows up immediately and I sink back against the couch with a grin of anticipation.
KAYLA: Yup. Just got back to my room. Gimme a few minutes?
SAM: You bet.
I hop up and grab a beer from the fridge, opening it and taking a drink just as my phone vibrates with an incoming call.
“That was fast.”
Kayla’s warm chuckle fills my ear.
“Yeah, well, it doesn’t take that long to change into something more comfortable.”
“Fuck, Kayla, you don’t want to know where my mind just went,” I groan.
“Maybe I do,” is her throaty response.
I reach into my pants to adjust myself; her voice alone is enough to cause a reaction from my cock, but throw in this unexpected — but not unwelcome — flirtatious dirty talk and my semi turns into a full erection in no time.
“Kayla, Kayla, Kayla. Were you holding out on me today?” I tease.
“Well, your son was with us. It’s not like I could just jam my tongue down your throat in front of him, even if that is what I wanted to do at the park.”
I huff out a sound that comes out as part groan, part laugh. “Shit, I love my son, but I might have to leave him at home next time.”
She laughs and I can hear blankets rustling on the other end of the phone before she replies. Her voice is sleepy, but still filled with anticipation and desire.
“Don’t do that, I like Toby. But if wecouldfind a way to have a moment to ourselves…”
“I’ll figure it out, sweetheart, I promise.” Resolve is strong in my voice and my words. I’m not waiting a week for my parents to get here. Somehow, I need to see Kayla without Toby being a cockblocker. “But for now, tell me something. Are you in bed?”
She giggles quietly. “Yep.”
“Are you naked?”
Her intake of breath is barely audible. “No, but I could be.”
