dirty. I can hear the breaths inhale and exhale as he breathes. Wai t… wha t’ s that rattling? Is he congested? Is he sick?
Clink sets him down on his newly made bed, the boy falling over to the side. I step in, to help take off his puffy red jacket and little sneakers. H e’ s a sound sleeper, not waking or even acknowledging our actions. The tiny rattling I heard before now turns into snoring, as he unconsciously moves his body to get more comfortable. I unfold a nearby blanket and drape it over him, not wanting to risk further movement by putting him between the sheets.
Clink has stepped back, watching as I fuss over the little boy. When ther e’ s nothing left to fuss with, I fall back, resting against his dad. Clink wraps his arms around me and rests his chin above my head as we stare at the small race car shaped bed.
His little chest rises and falls methodically, while his tiny eyelashes flutter from dreaming.
“ Le t’ s let him sleep, Sugar , ” Clink whispers in my ear.
I do n’ t want to leave him, but I know i t’ s the right thing to do. Clink grabs my hands and helps give incentive to move. Once out the door, I close it partially and tiptoe out into the main living room where Cage has just set down the last of the bags from the truck.
“ Tha t’ s everything, I think , ” he tells us.
Clink reaches out and pats the prospect hard, manly, on his arm, “ Thanks, kid. I t’ s late, you can get goi n’ . I’ ll catch you at the clubhouse tomorrow . ”
He smiles and nods to both of us, “ Anytime, guys . ”
Clink locks the front door behind him, and kicks himself out of his boots, sighing loudly. He turns to look at the small pile of bags in the middle of the room and exhales deeply.
“ I do n’ t have the energy to deal with this tonight, Sugar. I need to take a shower and then get some sleep , ” he apologizes for abandoning the mess.
I wave it off, “ Do n’ t even give it a second thought. I’ ll take care of it. You just go get clean . ”
I begin to bend down to open the nearest bag. He moves close behind, pushing his denim covered dick into my ass cheeks, grabbing my hips and pulling them in closer.
“ Who says I’ m gonna shower alone ? ” his voice is low but audible.
I swallow hard, but my throat is nearly closed. Just a handful of words from him manages to make my body go haywire. His hips swirl behind me, lighting the fire. He reaches for my hand, interlacing our fingers and pulls gently.
I hold back, my eyes darting behind him to the partially closed little bo y’ s bedroom door,
“ Baby, what if he wakes up? What if he needs something ? ”
Clink laughs under his breath, “ H e’ s an even heavier sleeper than I am, babe. H e’ ll be fine until morning, if I had to guess . ”
******
The bathroom is filled with fog as I enter. Clin k’ s got the water running and waiting for me to I join him. I pull the glass shower door open as h e’ s facing the tile wall, rinsing the suds from his hair.
His muscles flex as his body works to rinse itself, contracting and tensing. His large back tattoo moves with him, the oversized letters of the Kingsmen logo sprawled out, shoulder to shoulder. Almost undressed, I drop my panties and step out of them, into the shower stall.
He hears me enter and tilts his head to the side, “ He still sleeping ? ”
I roll my eyes, “ Yes. You were right . ”
I could n’ t help but make one last trip back to check on Brendan, even though Clink knew he would be in the exact same state as we left him.
He laughs, “ Say that again ? ”
I snort defiantly, “ Do n’ t push your luck, big boy . ” I slip into the water stream and feel my body drench itself under it.
“ Ho w‘ bout I push something else ? ” he turns to face me, water cascading down the front of our bodies.
I reach up on my tiptoes to taste his lips. “ You could. O r… you could lean back and let me do
Clink sets him down on his newly made bed, the boy falling over to the side. I step in, to help take off his puffy red jacket and little sneakers. H e’ s a sound sleeper, not waking or even acknowledging our actions. The tiny rattling I heard before now turns into snoring, as he unconsciously moves his body to get more comfortable. I unfold a nearby blanket and drape it over him, not wanting to risk further movement by putting him between the sheets.
Clink has stepped back, watching as I fuss over the little boy. When ther e’ s nothing left to fuss with, I fall back, resting against his dad. Clink wraps his arms around me and rests his chin above my head as we stare at the small race car shaped bed.
His little chest rises and falls methodically, while his tiny eyelashes flutter from dreaming.
“ Le t’ s let him sleep, Sugar , ” Clink whispers in my ear.
I do n’ t want to leave him, but I know i t’ s the right thing to do. Clink grabs my hands and helps give incentive to move. Once out the door, I close it partially and tiptoe out into the main living room where Cage has just set down the last of the bags from the truck.
“ Tha t’ s everything, I think , ” he tells us.
Clink reaches out and pats the prospect hard, manly, on his arm, “ Thanks, kid. I t’ s late, you can get goi n’ . I’ ll catch you at the clubhouse tomorrow . ”
He smiles and nods to both of us, “ Anytime, guys . ”
Clink locks the front door behind him, and kicks himself out of his boots, sighing loudly. He turns to look at the small pile of bags in the middle of the room and exhales deeply.
“ I do n’ t have the energy to deal with this tonight, Sugar. I need to take a shower and then get some sleep , ” he apologizes for abandoning the mess.
I wave it off, “ Do n’ t even give it a second thought. I’ ll take care of it. You just go get clean . ”
I begin to bend down to open the nearest bag. He moves close behind, pushing his denim covered dick into my ass cheeks, grabbing my hips and pulling them in closer.
“ Who says I’ m gonna shower alone ? ” his voice is low but audible.
I swallow hard, but my throat is nearly closed. Just a handful of words from him manages to make my body go haywire. His hips swirl behind me, lighting the fire. He reaches for my hand, interlacing our fingers and pulls gently.
I hold back, my eyes darting behind him to the partially closed little bo y’ s bedroom door,
“ Baby, what if he wakes up? What if he needs something ? ”
Clink laughs under his breath, “ H e’ s an even heavier sleeper than I am, babe. H e’ ll be fine until morning, if I had to guess . ”
******
The bathroom is filled with fog as I enter. Clin k’ s got the water running and waiting for me to I join him. I pull the glass shower door open as h e’ s facing the tile wall, rinsing the suds from his hair.
His muscles flex as his body works to rinse itself, contracting and tensing. His large back tattoo moves with him, the oversized letters of the Kingsmen logo sprawled out, shoulder to shoulder. Almost undressed, I drop my panties and step out of them, into the shower stall.
He hears me enter and tilts his head to the side, “ He still sleeping ? ”
I roll my eyes, “ Yes. You were right . ”
I could n’ t help but make one last trip back to check on Brendan, even though Clink knew he would be in the exact same state as we left him.
He laughs, “ Say that again ? ”
I snort defiantly, “ Do n’ t push your luck, big boy . ” I slip into the water stream and feel my body drench itself under it.
“ Ho w‘ bout I push something else ? ” he turns to face me, water cascading down the front of our bodies.
I reach up on my tiptoes to taste his lips. “ You could. O r… you could lean back and let me do
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