“You trying for another already?” I asked, slightly surprised. July was just two-months-old and I figured they would wait a year.
“I need a son, dude. Fuck, my wife is beautiful, my daughter is going to be a knock out…I’m f**ked unless I get another set of male eyes around here to help me out.”
“You do know that shit’s like fifty-fifty, right? You could end up with another girl.”
“Naw,” he shrugged, “I know it’s going to be a boy this time.” Shaking my head, I looked back out the window where Liz and Beast were laying down in the grass, her hand running over his head on her stomach.
I stood, taking July with me as I walked to the door, slid it open, and saw her head tilt back. “Come inside, baby; we need to go soon.” She didn’t say anything, but stood up, dusted her sweats and hands off while heading towards the house with Beast following behind her. She turned sideways to fit by me, and walked to the kitchen. She grabbed her bag off the counter, dug inside to pull out a box, and sat it on the counter while looking over at Asher.
“Can you give that to November for me?” Asher nodded, his mouth full of sandwich.
“What is it?” I asked, walking over to where she stood
“A pair of earrings that I know she will love,” she said, running her finger down July’s cheek. Her face changed so drastically that I couldn’t breathe; she wanted this. I could feel she wanted a family, or at least a baby; the longing in her eyes couldn’t be misinterpreted.
“Are you okay?” I asked. She startled, taking a step back.
“Yeah, just tired.”
“You wanna take a nap?” I asked, handing July to her. She didn’t answer, but her arms went around July, her head tilting down. “Do you?” I asked again, my lips going to her hairline, breathing in her scent. It was unusual, like musky vanilla; I wasn’t lying when I said that her smell makes me want to eat her. That smell, that’s all her, made my mouth water. Something about it made me hungry. I’d never been one for going down on a female, but I could see myself spending a lot of time consuming her.
“Yeah, I think I’ll just go home after this.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Trevor,” she shook her head; Asher’s advice came back to me.
“We’re still going to dinner tonight. If you want, we can go to your house, pick up some clothes, go to mine, and take a nap for a couple hours before we need to get ready for dinner.”
“I don’t think we should have dinner,” she whispered, looking over at Asher, who was sitting on the couch pretending not to listen.
“Too bad. Now, do you want to take a nap before, or not?”
“Geez, fine!” She glared, and I couldn’t help but smirk. She was f**king cute as hell when pissed.
“Good. Kiss July and give her back to my brother,” I said. Her lips thinned, but she listened; taking July to Asher, she kissed her forehead, before handing her over to my brother. Then she walked back to the kitchen, grabbed her bag off the counter, swung it so it slammed into my stomach, and called goodbye to Asher as she walked out of the house.
“Jesus, you’ve got your work cut out for you, bro,” Asher said, laughing. I had to agree, but knew that in the end, if I got my way, it would be worth it.
When Liz walked out of my bedroom in the dress she was wearing for dinner, I felt my zipper imprint on my dick. The floral sundress that hugged her body, showing off every single curve, made me want to drag the dress up her thighs and slide into her. The front was low, showing a fair amount of cle**age; the bottom reached just above the knee. On her feet were a pair of cream high heels that wrapped around her ankle, making me think of nothing but feeling them in my back as I plowed into her. Her hair was down and wavy, laying over the tops of her br**sts. It didn’t look like she had on a lot of makeup except for on her lips; they were shiny with pink gloss. “What the f**k?”
“What?” she startled, looking down at herself. I didn’t even notice her looking at me while I was checking her out. I had on a pair of black jeans, a dark grey button-down shirt, and a black vest. This was me dressed up; I only wore a suit if forced, and there hadn’t been too many occasions where that was necessary.
“You look beautiful.”
“Oh, thanks.” She smiled, her cheeks turning pink. “You look very nice yourself, Mr. Mayson.”
I shook my head. “The only reason I'm going to look good tonight is because you’re on my arm.”
She smiled, shaking her head, “You really are good at that, aren’t you?” She grabbed some stuff out of her purse and put them in a smaller bag.
“Good at what?”
“Making a woman feel like she’s all you see.”
“You are all I see.” I told her truthfully.
“Whatever, can we just go?” Her eyes got wet, and my chest squeezed. I thought that we were making progress, but it seemed like we were stuck in limbo. I put my hands to her waist, lifted her onto the counter, stood between her legs, and fought the urge to look at where her dress had ridden up her thighs. “Now what are you doing?” she snapped, pushing against me. Taking her wrists, I held them behind her back.
“Baby, listen to me.” Her breathing changed.
“I don’t have a choice; you’re a bully and bigger than me,” she mumbled. She looked so cute that I leaned in and kissed her softly, before laying my forehead against hers.