"You don't need a shower before getting in the bed. It can be washed. And we don't mind."
His tired eyes lift to my face again. Then they move back to the window.
27
Vance
Dude fell asleep. Finally.
Eden was asleep on my arm by the time I walked back into the living room, so I headed into the kitchen and used a basket to carry a bunch of stuff back to the purple room. Crackers, chips, cookies, a few bottles of water. Couldn't really make things, like a sandwich or anything more, due to holding Eden. But I figured that would be okay. When I brought him the stuff, I found him sitting in an armchair. He had spread a sheet out over it, I guess to avoid getting the thing dirty.
"Here's some stuff." I left it on the bed and tried to look him over discreetly before leaving. "You need anything else?"
He shook his head.
"You gonna kill me in my sleep?"
He made a cough sound. "No."
"Good. I've got a kid now. And a husband that I've waited on for a long time. So none of that shit, okay?"
He nodded, still looking drained, and also like he thought I might be crazy.
"That said—the bit about no killing—my room is on this same side of the hall, at the other end. It's the last door. It'll be locked—no offense. But you can knock and I'll help if you need it. I just have one request."
His eyes widened slightly.
"Don't leave without saying bye. Can you give your word on that?"
He nodded.
I left his room hoping I'd made him feel okay. Comfortable and stuff. Then I went back into the den and texted Sky, who didn't reply. That hurt. Stupid as it was.
On a whim, I went back to check in on the guy about ten minutes later, and that's when I found him sleeping in the damn chair.
I'll still take it. Dude needs sleep.
I bring Edey to our room and lie her in the little box-type thing that goes in the center of the bed. It's the same concept as the laundry basket, but it's got some baby-themed name, as well as lower sides, so you can sort of lay your arm in there beside the baby, making her feel like you're with her. Well, I guess I am with her. I check my phone, noting as I do that I left the bedroom door unlocked.
Sky has replied. 'I'm ok, Rayne. Go to bed.'
'Only if you do.' I want to tell him how I fucking hate to be apart. I hate it so much that it makes me almost pissed off. I would never do that, though. Not if he's told me he needs the space.
'I will,' he replies.
'You don't have any melatonin.'
'I don't need it.'
'Missing u.' I send the text because I'm weak.
'Go to sleep, my Rayne babe. I'll be right there in the morning.'
'Are you in bed?' I ask.
‘Yes. Are you?' he asks.
'Yeah.'
'Close your eyes and get some sleep. I'll slip into the bed before you wake up.'
I think of telling him about our guest. In fact, I'm going to. But someone whispers, "Surprise," and I see Sky in the doorway.
He creeps over to the bed, careful not to wake Miss Baby. As soon as he leans over the mattress, his arms pulling me to the edge, I can't stop my dick from popping up like a damn whack-a-mole. After a second going at each other two feet from the sleeping baby, I get off the bed, and we move to the walk-in closet.
"You can't do that shit again," I whisper, closing the door quietly. I take Sky’s pants down, and he does the same with mine, and then our long cocks are out. He touches his to mine, and I grab us both, working both of us in my hand.
"I'm sorry. It scared you." He says it as more statement and less question.
"Yes, it motherfucking did. I didn't know where you went," I say, squeezing Sky’s balls with my free hand, and he gives a soft moan. "I fucking hate that feeling,” I say to him. “Even if you do need space or whatever." I rub my palm over our two swollen cockheads and shut my eyes at how good it feels, having his shaft pressed beside mine.
"Let me make it up to you." He urges me down to the floor, finding my mouth with his hot, soft one. He nips my ear. "Let me fuck you."
I shut my eyes, imagining Sky’s cock stuffed into me—and I can't deny I want it. Maybe even need it.
"Yeah, I know you want me in you." He smirks, looking heavy-lidded, like he fucking knows I’ll let him.
And I do. He turns me over, my dick pressed into the quilt we’ve started keeping spread out in here.