Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
SIXTEEN
TREY
“Case, my man, you about ready to go home?” I ask my nephew, who has become infatuated with Sienna. The feeling is entirely mutual. She’s as easy to be around as it is to breathe air. After her shower, she asked if we were hungry. I hadn’t even thought about dinner. Case and I were playing, completely engrossed in having fun that neither of us worried about dinner. Sienna rolled her eyes and asked Case what he wanted. She didn’t miss a beat when he stated macaroni and cheese with chicken nuggets, except it came out a lot different and took him quite a bit to get the words out. Through it all, she remained patient, and once he finished, she asked if he wanted to help. Case will always help where or when he can. It doesn’t matter what is going on in the kitchen. Mom has made sure of it. Maeve does similar when he’s at Whisked Away, and now Sienna is doing the same.
“Uh-uh,” he shakes his head and crosses his arms.
“Words, buddy. Gotta use them.” I hold firm on this. Ryland worries non-stop where Case is concerned. The least we can do is implement what his speech therapist does when he’s with her.
“No, I stay longer.” Longer comes out wonger. Damn, my nephew is the cutest.
“I don’t mind, honestly. I’m going to make popcorn and sit in front of the TV for a while. He’s more than welcome,” Sienna interjects.
“What do you say we clean up your toys, watch a movie, and eat popcorn?” I’ve got no idea what time Ryland will be dropping by, probably not too much longer since it’s technically a work/school night.
“Yesh, yesh,” Case says. I look up at Sienna. She’s shooing me and the boy out of the kitchen after we ate Case’s requested dinner. We helped clean up the dishes and wiped down what needed to be done.
“You sure?” I ask Sienna.
“The faster you two clean up, the faster we can have popcorn and watch a movie,” is her response. Case runs off into the next room, his head sticking out and getting there before his little body. One day, he’ll grow into his noggin. That day will probably be in fifth grade, just like his daddy.
I stay back a minute, wanting a moment alone with my woman. I’ve yet to so much as kiss Sienna since she walked in the door. She snuck off to shower, came back clean with her hair wet once again, and then hung out with Case until dinnertime.
“Sugar.” I come up behind her. She’s already working on throwing the popcorn in the microwave. My hands round her hips, then slide beneath her shirt, feeling smooth skin, pulling her back into my body, and allowing her to feel what she does to me.
“Trey.” My name comes out soft and sweet, in a moan I like. The whole time she’s been home, I’ve had to situate myself to keep my cock from thickening. A damn hard job when the woman you love has no idea the effect she has by walking in a room. Then Case decided he wanted to do everything with Sienna. Not like I could blame him. I do, too.
“Damn, all day you been gone. Gettin’ my kiss now.” She gets with the program, abandoning the popcorn. The minute Sienna’s hands are free, I spin her around until we’re face to face. I move my hands from her hips and cup her cheeks. My mouth is on her, finally getting the kiss I’ve been craving since she left this morning. The minute our lips meet, I lose control. Taking from her is all I can do. Still, it doesn’t stop the need to keep going. Not the noise in the background of Case clanking together his toys before throwing them in a basket for him to take home. Not the television that no doubt he found the remote for and turned the volume up so high, cartoons are blasting through the house. And not even when the front door opens does it take even the slightest bit of attention away from the way our bodies are plastered together. My tongue slides along her lower lip, hers snakes out, and then I’m taking over. We’re a mess of tangled limbs as Sienna’s fingers dig into my shoulders, moving upward, and playing with the hair brushing my neck.
“Mmm,” she mumbles. One long shapely leg hikes over my hip. I press deeper, and Sienna adds another. We’re in a haze of desire, and while she may be so lost in the kiss, I’m all too aware of the booted feet walking into the kitchen. I knew Case wouldn’t come in here. The kid loves his cartoons, and the one currently blaring in particular is his favorite.
“Well, well, well. You do realize that’s how kids are made,” Ryland interrupts our moment. I back away and look at Sienna, liking the pretty flush across her cheeks.