before closing the door and smacking my forehead into the hallway wall.
I have nothing to hide, not where she would ever find it at least, and I want her to be comfortable here. I’m never going to be able to look at that tub the same way.
I have a large square Jacuzzi tub that is more Jacuzzi than conventional tub. It is tall with built in seats halfway up; one wall connected to the shower that is all matching stone ¾ of the way up where it was glass up to the ceiling. The only wall of the shower not made of stone is the door that swung open and locked for steaming. It has a built in stone bench and shelves for the soap and various million other products women store in the shower. I, personally, am as simple as they come; gimme a bar or bottle of Irish Spring and I’m set. It covers the face, the hair and the body; all the essentials.
Of course I also keep a couple bottles of the chick stuff Taylor uses, here in the house. We’ve always been close and if she ever leaves Tommy, she can come over here. It seems weird, but Tommy insisted. Usually I don’t even listen to him jabber when it comes to Tay, I just nod and plan what I’m going to eat for supper.
This Italian chick tried to teach me to cook once and I lit her bungalow on fire. I’ve never even thought about cooking since.
The things I can do with various weapons will astound you but cooking is not in my repertoire of impressive skill sets.
For about ten seconds I ponder just leaning forward and allowing gravity to work on getting me down the stairs but Luke appears at my side, slapping me on the back before jogging down so I
follow suit.
Matt is sitting at my bar, sipping a glass of orange juice and eating a plate of Meatloaf. Seriously, a whole plate. He didn’t even bother to cut himself a piece, just grabbed the dish ma sent over and started eating.
“Manners, dick.”
“What?” He asked facetiously with a mouthful.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, smacking his feet off my counter.
“Tommy told me to keep my eyes on you and make sure you keep your mitts to yourself. Said Luke would look the other way and neither of you were to be trusted.”
“Such disrespect in my own home.” Luke shouted overdramatically.
“Still my house, Lulu.” Luke reared back as if I’d bitch slapped him and Matt snorted, clapping the bar-top.
“Both of you, get out.” I point to the back door.
“Fine, but I’m taking your meatloaf and OJ with me. Oh, and Tay is pissed at you so watch your back.”
I decide not to tell him how I was drinking that orange juice out of the carton only last night. Come on, Karma.
“I’m only going because I have work to do.”
Luke makes way for the front door and as if they had timed it, both doors slam simultaneously.
Little women, the both of em’.
T.V. is my best bet at pretending to fool myself that Jamie is not soaking wet, bare ass naked, just above me in my own bathroom.
Sweet fuck, I’m doomed. A ticking time bomb.
Diesel and I get comfortable in our recliners – well, okay, my recliner and his dog bed made of old recycled couch cushions – before flipping through every channel known to man.
At some point we settle on an old western before we both start snoring away.
My dreams are full of caramel skin and honey eyes, delicious lips that capture me between them, milking me. I thrust my hips and groan at how fucking perfect I fit in her mouth. Nails claw into my skin as I tug her hair to make her look up at me.
“I want to see you.” I tell her before thrusting into her mouth again. She picks up the pace before I feel the fire lick at my balls, pulling in and rising up.
“Noah?” Jamie lightly shakes my shoulder before I meet my sweet release in her mouth. I can still feel her lips around my cock and I need to get away from her before I shove her down to her knees.
“I, uh, I’m good. I have to go check-” I don’t even try to finish the sentence before I lunge out of the recliner in
I have nothing to hide, not where she would ever find it at least, and I want her to be comfortable here. I’m never going to be able to look at that tub the same way.
I have a large square Jacuzzi tub that is more Jacuzzi than conventional tub. It is tall with built in seats halfway up; one wall connected to the shower that is all matching stone ¾ of the way up where it was glass up to the ceiling. The only wall of the shower not made of stone is the door that swung open and locked for steaming. It has a built in stone bench and shelves for the soap and various million other products women store in the shower. I, personally, am as simple as they come; gimme a bar or bottle of Irish Spring and I’m set. It covers the face, the hair and the body; all the essentials.
Of course I also keep a couple bottles of the chick stuff Taylor uses, here in the house. We’ve always been close and if she ever leaves Tommy, she can come over here. It seems weird, but Tommy insisted. Usually I don’t even listen to him jabber when it comes to Tay, I just nod and plan what I’m going to eat for supper.
This Italian chick tried to teach me to cook once and I lit her bungalow on fire. I’ve never even thought about cooking since.
The things I can do with various weapons will astound you but cooking is not in my repertoire of impressive skill sets.
For about ten seconds I ponder just leaning forward and allowing gravity to work on getting me down the stairs but Luke appears at my side, slapping me on the back before jogging down so I
follow suit.
Matt is sitting at my bar, sipping a glass of orange juice and eating a plate of Meatloaf. Seriously, a whole plate. He didn’t even bother to cut himself a piece, just grabbed the dish ma sent over and started eating.
“Manners, dick.”
“What?” He asked facetiously with a mouthful.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, smacking his feet off my counter.
“Tommy told me to keep my eyes on you and make sure you keep your mitts to yourself. Said Luke would look the other way and neither of you were to be trusted.”
“Such disrespect in my own home.” Luke shouted overdramatically.
“Still my house, Lulu.” Luke reared back as if I’d bitch slapped him and Matt snorted, clapping the bar-top.
“Both of you, get out.” I point to the back door.
“Fine, but I’m taking your meatloaf and OJ with me. Oh, and Tay is pissed at you so watch your back.”
I decide not to tell him how I was drinking that orange juice out of the carton only last night. Come on, Karma.
“I’m only going because I have work to do.”
Luke makes way for the front door and as if they had timed it, both doors slam simultaneously.
Little women, the both of em’.
T.V. is my best bet at pretending to fool myself that Jamie is not soaking wet, bare ass naked, just above me in my own bathroom.
Sweet fuck, I’m doomed. A ticking time bomb.
Diesel and I get comfortable in our recliners – well, okay, my recliner and his dog bed made of old recycled couch cushions – before flipping through every channel known to man.
At some point we settle on an old western before we both start snoring away.
My dreams are full of caramel skin and honey eyes, delicious lips that capture me between them, milking me. I thrust my hips and groan at how fucking perfect I fit in her mouth. Nails claw into my skin as I tug her hair to make her look up at me.
“I want to see you.” I tell her before thrusting into her mouth again. She picks up the pace before I feel the fire lick at my balls, pulling in and rising up.
“Noah?” Jamie lightly shakes my shoulder before I meet my sweet release in her mouth. I can still feel her lips around my cock and I need to get away from her before I shove her down to her knees.
“I, uh, I’m good. I have to go check-” I don’t even try to finish the sentence before I lunge out of the recliner in
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