Hold On (The 'Burg #6)(161)

I liked that.

“Liked you doin’ it, Merry.”

And I did.

It was a dream come true, nearly literally, except in the dream I’d had, we were at my place.

But I had a feeling I was going to get that dream too.

“We’ll get you and your boy home tomorrow. But let’s set that up to happen more often, sweetheart,” he suggested.

Oh yeah.

I was going to get that dream too.

“Okay,” I agreed readily.

“Now, give me some gooey and we’ll get some shut-eye so I can wake you up early and f*ck you.”

I melted into him and gave him the gooey. It turned into a mini make-out session, but neither of us pushed it far because my boy was probably sleeping lightly down the hall.

Merry turned out the light, I got under the covers, and we curled into each other, safe in his bed in the dark in his crappy condo.

But even if you’d offered me the world as a choice, I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.

* * * * *

Early Friday Morning

I bit the flesh of Merry’s shoulder when I came.

His deep groan sounded against the skin beneath my ear, driving down my neck, my chest, and right to my clit when he did.

Eventually, he dropped my leg that he was holding around his hip and I again felt the water hitting us.

Right. We were in the shower.

As my leg fell, he slid his cock out of me but kept his arms around me.

I turned my head his way to say something cocky or smartass, just to see him smile.

I didn’t get it out.

Because, early morning f*ck in the shower done, my man felt like kissing me.

So I let him.

* * * * *

I stared at Merry and my kid leaning in to the counter on either side of Merry’s bar. Ethan was up on a stool on the outside; Merry was on his feet in the kitchen. Both were bent over their bowls, shoveling bright yellow, egg-cracker goo in their mouths.

And Merry was not gagging.

In fact, it appeared he liked it.

This fact made it clear that crap actually was dude food.

This was surprising enough.

The rest of what was happening shocked me silent.

“So, talk to your buds. Get their parents’ permission. Be ready at quarter to six. I’ll get you, swing ’round to pick them up, take you all for some grub, to the game, and drop them home after,” Merry stated.

“Cool,” Ethan grunted, shoving more egg goo in his mouth.

They were making a date.

Merry looked to me. “Before your shift, you wanna go to dinner with me and the boys?”

I was an afterthought.

Why did I think that was so f*cking awesome?

“How ’bout I trade my own Merry time later for you havin’ a guys’ night tonight?” I suggested.

“Works for me,” Ethan said to his bowl.

Merry winked at me.

It worked for him too.

He turned away and recommenced eating.

“You on call this weekend?” Ethan asked his bowl.

“Nope,” Merry told his bowl.

“Waffle morning tomorrow?” Ethan asked.

I held my breath.

Merry’s gaze slid to me.

I nodded once.

His attention went back to his bowl before he answered, “Yup.”

“Cool,” Ethan grunted.

I watched and listened, my eyes feeling funny. They were stinging, but not because they were dry.

Merry straightened from the counter. “You finish that, bud. We gotta hit the road, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Ethan replied, scooping the last bite out of his bowl.

Merry headed my way.

I started to pull my shit together.

Since I was standing at his sink but was busy pulling my shit together, I didn’t move even as he got in my space, right in my space, looking down at me as he reached around and put the bowl in the sink.

I heard the bowl hit as his face dipped to mine.

“Dig dude food, brown eyes,” he said.

“You give me an egg-goo kiss, I’m gonna barf,” I replied.

He burst out laughing, but lucky for me, he stepped back before he did it.

I watched, enjoying every second.

Merry gave me a grin before he turned and strode through the living room, muttering, “Best go brush my teeth.”

Ethan jumped off his stool, declaring, “I’m gonna do that too.”

I blinked, then stared at my son.

He brushed his teeth by his own choice…never. Like I had to ride him to take a shower, I had to get on his ass to brush his teeth.

It seemed having Merry around wasn’t only good for orgasms and getting a variety of different kinds of warm and squishy.

It was good for a vast number of other things.

Fifteen minutes later, after getting a toothpaste-flavored good-bye kiss from my man and two different style waves from both my guys, they were gone.

I turned to the sink and cleaned up dude food.

* * * * *

Friday Evening

I walked into J&J’s for my shift and knew I was in for it.

This was because Colt was on his stool. Cal was standing by it. Mike was sitting on the stool next to where Cal was standing. Ryker was hanging close to Cal and Colt.

And Benny Bianchi was standing, leaned into the bar next to Mike.