I close the door behind me before I do something I am not sure of, or before I say something I can’t take back, like let me taste you or come and sit on my face. I close my eyes before I look down at my dick, who wants me to do both of those. “Sorry, buddy,” I tell him once I pull off my shorts, “it’s just you and me.” I don’t know why but I swear I hear him groan and then weep. “Yeah, I know, buddy.” I turn on the water. “Trust me, I know.”
I think about taking care of myself in the shower, but to be honest, I’m dead on my feet. I’m even surprised my dick can get up at this point. I turn off the water, wrapping a towel around my waist before walking out and seeing that Eva isn’t in bed. Making my way to the walk-in closet, I grab another pair of shorts and a white T-shirt before I head downstairs.
Eva is in the kitchen cleaning. “Is she still sleeping?” I watch her put things in the dishwasher and see that she’s not in her black booty shorts. Now she’s wearing gray pants that look like they are soft as fuck, with a matching shirt that goes into a V in the front, showing off a touch of her chest. It falls off one of her shoulders and I see a peach strap I know I would snap right off.
“Yeah,” she replies breathlessly, looking up at me. “Why don’t you go and take a nap?” She laughs. “It might be another wild and crazy night.”
“These days wild and crazy nights mean something totally different. I’m going to go catch up on some work,” I tell her. “Then I think I’m going to take her for a walk when she wakes up. Get some fresh air.”
Her eyebrows pinch together. “Get some fresh air,” she repeats to me as she turns on the water at the sink and wets the rag in her hand, before wiping down the counter beside her. “Who are you?”
I can’t help but laugh at her, because she is totally right, who am I? I remember not seeing the light once for ten days. I would go to work in the dark and leave in the dark, but things are different now. When they became different, I can’t say, well, I can, I just don’t want to admit it. “If you’re lucky, we might even invite you.”
“If I’m lucky,” she mocks my words. “I could be so lucky.”
I smirk at her as I walk back upstairs and grab my laptop. I swear, I must be working maybe a full five minutes when I hear a soft cry. I look over at the monitor on the side table and see Cici is sitting up. “Shh,” I hear Eva say, “Levi is working, and if he hears you, he’s going to come running.” I can’t help the smile that forms on my face. I put my laptop to the side of the bed, getting up and going toward them.
I come face-to-face with them when she walks out of the room. “Well, there she is,” I say, earning me a smile from Cici, her one cheek still red from lying on it. “Did you have a good nap?” She lifts her hand and slaps it down right away. “I’m going to go to work and then we can go for a walk.” She just squeals at me. “If Eva plays her cards right, she might come.”
“Go away,” Eva retorts, walking past me. “I might just take her for a walk now.”
“No, you won’t,” I reply and she ignores me, walking down the steps. “Don’t you dare.”
“I guess we’ll find out,” she tosses back, looking over at me.
“Baby, if you want to play some games—” I start to say, and the minute I say baby, her cheeks instantly light up. “We can play some games.”
“Don’t call me that.” She glares at me. “I’ve been around long enough to know you call your women that when you don’t remember their names.” She tries to pretend it doesn’t bother her, but I can feel it does. “I’m not playing games with you. This isn’t a game.”
I take a step toward the top of the stairs, staring down at both of them. “I don’t think you’ve been paying attention.” I try not to lose my shit. “I call the women whose names I don’t remember sweetheart.” I can see that she remembers. “I’ve never called anyone baby.” I don’t wait for her to answer. “I’ll be down soon.” I turn to walk away from her before walking back to her, taking Cici out of her arms, and kissing the shit out of her for pissing me off.
I walk back into the bedroom and close the door, and I don’t know why because it’s not like I’m working. No, not me, I’m in the middle of her bedroom pacing back and forth, trying to tell myself this isn’t happening. Trying to tell myself she’s my best friend and me acting on whatever this is isn’t the smart thing to do. Trying to tell myself if I do this, I risk losing her and Cici. Trying to tell myself if I don’t do this, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. I look at the bed and then I look at the closed door. Instead of storming downstairs and probably ruining the best thing I have, I walk back to the bed. Sitting in it and grabbing my laptop, I’m not even working. I’m just staring at the screen, biding my time.
When it’s almost four I close my laptop, putting it on my bedside table before I walk toward the bedroom door. “And then the itsy-bitsy spider went up the spout again,” Eva sings to her and then I watch Cici clap her hands and then flap them excitedly. Eva’s eyes look up to mine. “Oh, no,” she says, “the big bad wolf is here.” She smirks at me before turning back to Cici.
“Wow, one fight and I’m a wolf,” I retort and Cici’s eyes shoot my way and her smile goes even bigger. She forgets she’s happy and then pouts and whines.
“If that isn’t a faker, I don’t know what is,” Eva notes, picking her up. “You were fine two seconds ago.”
“Come here.” I grab her out of Eva’s arms and bury my face in her neck. “I missed you.”
“Oh, please, it’s been two hours,” she chides, shaking her head. “Are you going for a walk?”
I nod my head. “We just have to figure out if we are taking a stroller or she’s going to go strapped to my chest.”
“Why don’t we use the stroller?” she suggests and I raise my eyebrows at her. “What?”
“What?” I cock my hip. “You’re supposed to say, ‘I’m sorry, Levi, for snapping at you.’” She folds her arms. “I forgive you.” I look down at Cici. “That’s how you say you’re sorry.”
“Fine, go on the walk without me,” she pouts, not looking at me.
“And that, Cici, is what you call her being wrong and not admitting it.” I look at Cici, who is babbling to me. “She’s saying you are right, Levi.”
“Is she now?” Eva smiles.
“Let’s go for a walk.” I smile back at her. It takes us five minutes to grab stuff to go for a walk. We forgot the diaper bag at first, and then have a debate if we should bring it. We have a discussion if we should bring water or milk and water. There is another debate on should she sit facing out or should she sit facing us. In the end, we go with water and facing out. She kept pointing at things as we pushed her down the street, pointing out things to her. For the most part, she likes it, but she gets cranky when we are ten minutes from home, so I carry her the rest of the way. As soon as we get back in the house, Eva goes into the kitchen to prepare her food while I order us a pizza.
I crack open a bottle of beer. “What’s she eating today?”
“Today,” Eva replies, “she is eating shepherd’s pie, with some peas.”
“Yum,” I say, watching her eat it like a champ. “I guess your stomach feels better?”
She’s full of laughing and giggles until it gets to six thirty and then she’s just cranky. “I’ll clean up,” I tell Eva, “and get her bottle ready.” She just nods at me, walking up with Cici. It takes me about twenty minutes to get everything clean and have a bottle going. I hear Cici whining by the time I walk upstairs.
“Someone is tired,” Eva states, as she stands her up on her changing table as she rubs her eyes.
“I have a bottle.” I shake it side to side. Cici reaches for me as I take her. “Go relax, I’ll put her to bed.”
“Don’t rock her until she falls asleep,” Eva instructs me as I walk over to the rocking chair and Cici holds the bottle in her hand, bringing it to her mouth. “Good night, baby girl. Can we try to sleep tonight?”
I rock her until her eyes close and the bottle is empty and falls out of her mouth. Placing her down in the middle of the bed on her side, she doesn’t wake up and I walk back to the bedroom. “I feel like I did the marathon of my life, along with five people on my back,” I remark to Eva when I walk in the room. She walks out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped in a towel on top of her head, wearing another pair of loose shorts and an even looser tank top.
“I feel like I’ve been on a bender.” She laughs, walking over to the bed. “But I didn’t even go out.” She looks at me and I don’t think she’s ever been more beautiful before. “Is that what getting old feels like?”
“Considering the fact we ate dinner at five thirty, I think we are heading into the senior citizen type of living.” I laugh and take off my T-shirt. “I’m going to go take a shower.”
“I’m going to lie here and pray that she sleeps all night long,” she says, getting into bed and curling into a ball. Her head hits the pillow as her eyes close and she turns off the lights. “Night.”
“It’s seven thirty,” I point out to her, laughing as I walk back into the bathroom. I start the shower and I don’t even have the energy to shave. My eyes are almost closed as I walk over to my side of the bed. Sliding into it, I see her ass is in the middle of the mattress and not her pillow. I smile to myself as I lie down in the bed, looking over at her, the white towel unwrapped from her hair and tossed to the side.
I’m asleep faster than I want to admit and wake when I feel this heat over me. I try to turn over but I’m pinned to the bed. I open my eyes and looking down, I see Eva is draped over me. Her front is pushed up against my side. My arm is around her and I’m holding her ass in the palm of my hand. I’m stuck and shocked, but do you know who isn’t stuck or shocked, my cock. Nope, my cock is on fucking full alert. “What do I do?” I whisper to myself while I slowly turn toward Eva.
She moans and that just makes it so much worse, because my cock now feels like a piece of fucking marble. “Eva.” Her name comes out with a thickness, almost in a feral growl.
I’m facing her, and her breasts are pressed to my chest. “Eva,” I say again, waiting for her to open her eyes.
But she doesn’t; instead she arches her back. “Levi?” she moans out while she lifts her leg to wrap around my hip.
I look down at her in the dark, waiting for her eyes to finally open. “Eva,” I repeat her name and her eyes fly open for just a second. Enough time for her to lean her head back and put her lips on mine. Her tongue slides into my mouth or my tongue slides into hers, either way I’m kissing her. My eyes close as I turn my head to the side to deepen this kiss. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m kissing her. It’s not a soft kiss, no, this is wet, it’s hard, and it’s frantic. My hands move from her ass up her back and into her hair, gripping it in my fist.
Our tongues are still fighting with each other. “Eva,” I say her name in a whisper when I let her go for a minute before going back to her lips. This kiss, I can’t even put it into words. I’m in another fucking atmosphere with this kiss. I have never, ever had a first kiss like this, where it was so all-consuming I would die without it. Her hands roam down my back as she arches again, pressing her tits into my chest. My hand on her ass squeezes her into me, the hardness of my cock can feel the heat from her.
“Levi.” She lets go of my lips as I trail kisses to her cheek and to her jaw, biting, sucking, and licking. Her hand goes into the back of my shorts. She uses her nails to rake the top of my ass as she moves to my hip. I’m focusing on her neck when I feel her hand grip my cock, the both of us moaning.
“Eva,” I whisper her name, my eyes half closed when she moves her hand up and down, jerking my cock.
“Levi.” She thrusts her hips against my cock and her hand once more. My hand on her ass is now gripping her shorts in my fingers, bringing them up and slipping under them, finding her bare. “Yes.” She attacks my mouth again as my fingertips move from her ass cheek to the front of her. My fingers slip into her heat and wetness, two fingers enter her at the same time that she grips my cock hard in her palm. My whole body feels like it’s about to explode as she jerks me off and I finger-fuck her. We move together. She’s thrusting her hips to fuck my fingers, and I’m thrusting my hips to fuck her hand. “Yes.” She lets go of my lips but doesn’t move her face. Her forehead is on mine, her lips hovering over mine as my hand moves faster and then so does hers. I can feel my balls getting tight at the same time as her pussy closes around my fingers, my thumb moving back and forth on her clit. “Levi.”
“Eva,” I say her name, “I’m almost—” She bites my lower lip and I close my eyes because she throws her head back and comes on my fingers at the same time that I come in her hand. We ride each other’s orgasm until the very last drop. I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard before. I definitely haven’t just come in someone’s hand because she was jerking me off, but with Eva, I’ve come to realize that things aren’t what I thought they were. “Baby,” I say softly as her hand slips out of my shorts and she rolls away from me, my fingers slipping out of her. “I should go and…” I look down at my shorts. “I’ll be back,” I mumble as I walk around the bed at the same time she grabs the towel and cleans her hand, while I walk into the bathroom to clean myself up. I haven’t come in my pants since I was sixteen, maybe even fifteen, yet one touch from her and I was a goner. I clean myself off before walking back out to grab another pair of shorts, finding her already snoring.
