“Awesome. I’m about to get off work here in a few. Should I pick up dinner on the way home? I was thinking burgers from Ed’s.”
“That sounds delicious. I’m starving.”
“Cool. What do the kids want?”
“The kids aren’t here.”
There’s a pause. “Where are they?”
“They’re staying with Fallon and Noah tonight. But I want my usual.”
“Okay.” I hear a smile in his voice. “I’ll pick it up and be there shortly.”
“Thanks. See you soon.”
I hang up and get to work hiding the gifts. Most of them will fit in my closet, but not all of them.
This house isn’t that big. It was perfectly big enough when it was just me, but with three other people living here now, it’s a bit cramped.
I’m left with about four shopping bags, and I prop my hands on my hips to think.
Where should I put these?
And then I remember. I have a crawl space under the house. That’s the perfect place to store these.
I hurry into the laundry room and lift the trap door that leads to the crawl space, but when I turn the light on below, I scowl.
There’s about a foot of water under there.
I don’t think this is normal. I don’t open the trap door often, but I don’t remember seeing water under there before. Could it attract critters?
With the mental image of snakes and other things that I refuse to dwell on, I close the trap door and instead rearrange the linen closet so I can hide the bags on the top shelf, cover them with a towel, and close the doors.
I’ll have to send Ty Sullivan, my landlord, an email and let him know about the water under the house.
I’m exhausted. Sam and I went to bed after midnight, and I got up with him at five, so he could go to work. I stayed up and got ready for my fun shopping day.
So I’ve had little sleep and lots of activity today.
I’d give my right ovary for a nap.
I flop down on the couch, cover my face with my arm, and enjoy the blessed quiet.
Just as I’m dozing off, the door opens, closes, and I feel someone standing over me.
Not to mention, I can smell the onion rings.
I crack an eye and grin up at the tall man next to the couch.
“Are you watching me sleep like a creeper?”
He laughs and squats next to me. “You’re not sleeping.”
I reach out and cup his cheek, but he takes my hand and kisses the palm. “How was work?”
“We only got called out a few times. No one died on my shift today, so that’s a good thing.”
“A very good thing.” I sit up and kiss his chin. “And you brought me food.”
“Oh, you wanted food, too?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Hand over the onion rings, and no one gets hurt. You might be the first casualty of the day.”
“So violent.” He clucks his tongue and pulls the to-go container out of the bag. “Here you go. I’d like to live to see another day.”
“Good idea.” I scoot back and set the box on my lap, then open it up. “They even included extra mayo and ketchup.”
“They know what you like.” He sits next to me and opens his box. “I’m glad you had fun today.”
“I only had to elbow one guy who got in my way.”
He stops chewing and stares at me. “Christ, Tash.”
“Kidding.” I giggle and take a bite of my burger. I was hungrier than I thought and gobble down my meal in record time.
When I’m finished, I lean back and sigh happily.
“Thanks for grabbing dinner.”
“You’re welcome.” He also leans back and opens his arms. I crawl over and lay right on top of him.
“Wanna nap?”
He kisses the top of my head. “Sure. After.”
“After what?”
His hands glide up and down my back, then slip under my shirt and under my pants until he cups the bare skin of my ass.
“After I fuck you brainless.”
Well, then.
I swallow, and the next thing I know, he moves us, pinning me beneath him on the couch as his hand dives into my pants again, only from the front this time.
Those talented fingers get right to work, fiddling with my clit before moving lower to my most intimate place, gliding over my lips only to dip inside and repeat.
I gasp.
Grab onto Sam’s shoulder.
“Fuck me, you’re good with your hands.” I turn my head and bite his free arm that’s braced against the back of the couch.
“You’re so damn wet, babe. I have to taste you.”
He hurries to strip my pants down my legs. Suddenly, he’s kneeling on the floor next to the couch and turns me on the cushion, props my legs over his shoulders, and feasts.
Freaking feasts.
There’s no other word for it. I thrash about, going out of my mind as his mouth teases my pussy, sending me over the edge of sanity.