Just My Type(71)

“Maaaybe.” I shrug innocently, giving him the sweetest smile I can.

“I already mentally packed my cowboy boots, assless chaps, and a cattle prod. You wasted all that time using me for sex, when I was already going to say yes,” he informs me.

“We don’t live on a cattle ranch.” I laugh, pulling out of his arms and moving to the door.

“Who said the chaps and the prod are for the cattle?” he questions, smacking one of his hands against my ass as I open the door, and we head back out into the kitchen.





CHAPTER 25





BAKER

Piss Boner


“Seriously, man. It can’t be this hard to aim.”

I smile to myself, listening to Ember on the other side of her closed bedroom door, out in the hallway. It’s been two weeks since I tightened the screw on the leg of Ember’s washing machine so it wouldn’t squeak, and stuck a small sliver of wood under another leg, so it wouldn’t bang against the wall. You know, for future, quiet, nighttime laundry needs.

Two weeks since I gave Ember the good old agitation cycle, and last night was the first night she finally felt bad enough about making me drive home in the middle of the night and let me sleep over. Because her piece of shit ex cancelled another one of his weekends since the last one, we had yet to have a kid-free night. Last night was the first time I found out Ember likes to sleep on every inch of her queen-sized bed when she first falls asleep, right smack in the middle, half of her body draped over mine all night, while she passes out face-down in the shape of an X.

“We practiced with Cheerios, didn’t we? Remember the hundreds and hundreds of Cheerios we flushed down the toilet?”

I chuckle as I lean against the headboard with my arms behind my head and the sheet pulled up to my waist. I’m supposed to be getting dressed so I can sneak out to the kitchen while Ember takes Lincoln in his room and distracts him for a few minutes, but she’s been out in the hall, right outside this door, since she quickly scrambled out of bed, threw on my T-shirt from last night, and I watched her hot, naked ass disappear under a tiny pair of cotton shorts. Before she squeezed through the sliver of an opening of her bedroom door so Lincoln wouldn’t see me in here, she held up her pinky and wiggled it at me.

There was a long list of rules put in place last night before we shut her bedroom door and got into bed, and she made me pinky swear on each of them. One of them was that I needed to be dressed and in the kitchen when Lincoln saw I was still there from the night before. She wasn’t going to hide the fact that I spent the night from him, but she also didn’t want him seeing me come out of her room shirtless, with messy hair, and a dazed look in my eyes, because my dick had just been in Ember’s mouth.

I had been in the middle of the most amazing dream. I was warm and relaxed, everything was perfect, and then it got even better when Ember suddenly appeared in my dream and put her mouth on me. Except it wasn’t a dream. I slowly came awake with the sun just starting to peek through her bedroom window, to find her straddling my thighs. My eyes came fully open just in time to watch the sight of her gorgeous, full mouth sinking down around my cock that she’d pulled out of my boxer briefs. My jaw dropped open on a choked groan, and my hips jerked forward when her mouth just kept sinking down on me until I hit the back of her throat, and then she fucking swallowed.

I was warm, cozy, half-awake, and hard as a rock after dreaming about Ember all night, and having Ember’s body wrapped around me. Having her hot, wet mouth on me at that moment was going to end embarrassingly fast. Her mouth slid up my shaft, she sucked hard on the head of my cock, and that was it. One deep-throat from Ember and I was already opening my mouth and trying to pull my hips back to warn her that I was coming.

And then Lincoln shouted on the other side of the door that they were out of milk, and Ember’s mouth came off the tip of my cock with a pop. She scrambled off the bed, quickly got dressed, and rushed out the door.

I thanked the Lord above for blessing Ember with such a smart, wonderful, cock-blocking little man. Even though that is the only way I want to wake up in the morning from now until the end of time—one deep-throat. One. None of the orgasms I’ve given her in the last two weeks would prevent her from never letting me live that down.

“It wasn’t me, Mom. I swear!” Lincoln argues out in the hallway. “I have great aim with my pee!”

I was already slowly getting out of bed to get dressed when I heard the pee comment, and I start putting two and two together.

Oh shit.

Launching myself off Ember’s bed, I grab my jeans from the floor and quickly pull them on. I turn in three circles while I button them, looking for my shirt, before I realize I don’t have it. Because it’s currently on Ember’s body.

“Oh, son of a bitch!” I whisper loudly, racing over to Ember’s closet and yanking the door open.

We pinky swore on the clothing thing. I can’t walk out here without a fucking shirt on. Not just because it wouldn’t look right, but because there are also scratch marks over my pecs.

“Oh, those marks? Those are just from where your mother dug her fingernails into me last night. She seems to really like it when I lock my elbows and hold myself above her, while I fuck her hard enough to leave bruises on the inside of her thighs. Who wants pancakes?”

I hear Lincoln starting to get louder out in the hallway as he denies the pee, and my heart starts pounding in my chest. I grab the first shirt my hand touches without even looking at it, yanking it off the hanger and pulling it over my head as I race toward the door.