Chapter 19
Sydney
While Colin was fishing with the guys, I got half of the closet ready for him, emptied his side of the bed’s nightstand, and made room in the bathroom drawers. I texted Holly with an update, but she was so excited that she called me immediately to squeal in my ear.
“Holy moly, no way!” she squees so loudly, I have to pull it from my ear.
“Yes, way!”
“I seriously cannot wait to get there and meet him. With as much as you’ve told me, I can’t wait to meet them all. Sydney, everyone there sounds amazing! Gah, I wish I lived closer!”
“Me too, friend, me too,” I answer sincerely. I miss her so much. “Not much longer, and at least then we’ll be able to enjoy the biggest hug ever. I’ll have to get a guest room ready since the other side of my bed will be occupied…”
Holly giggles with excitement. It’s infectious.
I flop back on my bed and sigh. Bitsy jumps up onto the bed and starts sniffing my face and phone, trying to determine what is so funny.
Amy comes bounding in and jumps up onto the bed to lick my face and ruff at Bitsy.
Bitsy poofs up like a little porcupine, hissing her disdain for such a brash entrance.
I pet them both, and Bitsy surprisingly doesn’t jump down.
She just had to tell us all about it. Progress.
The door downstairs opens and Amy jumps off the bed, running off to greet Colin.
“I’m back!” I hear my man call, and my heart squeezes.
“Gotta go, Holly. My man’s home.”
“Ooohhh, happy sounds good on you, girl. Love ya!”
“Back at ya!” I hang up, already on my way toward the stairs.
Colin’s already making his way up the stairs. He looks disheveled, happy, and…smells like stink bait and fish…
“Oh my gosh, what kind of bait did you guys use?”
I cover my nose with my hand, backing up, and he chuckles deeply as he comes up the last steps.
“The good stuff. It was worth it.” His smile speaks volumes to the fun they had today.
“Straight to the shower. I think I’m gonna puke.”
He has a wicked glint to his eyes and mine bug out when I realize what he’s thinking.
“Ohhhh no no no… Don’t you even think about touching me with those stinky, filthy, nasty, fishy fingers. I will most definitely toss my cookies all over you. It won’t be worth it.”
He guffaws and holds a hand over his heart like he’s wounded.
“Strip, shower, now,” I command, pointing toward my room. He giggles, actually giggles, like a little schoolboy, mind you, as he walks off into the bathroom. He’s lucky he’s cute. That was just nasty. I hear the shower turn on.
I run down the stairs for the disinfectant spray.
I’m going to need a lot of it. I make sure the washer is ready for a quick deposit.
It’s overkill, I know, but I spray the whole way up the stairs, even spraying his clothes before I bend down to grab them off the floor of the bathroom.
His eyes glitter with amusement as he watches me pick them up gingerly, holding them out in front of me so that they don’t come in contact with a single part of my body.
His mouth is pressed in a tight line as he tries to contain his laughter.
It’s not working. His shoulders are shaking under the water as he silently laughs until I walk out the door.
I hear the shower shut off. Damn, I wish it was that quick for me to take a shower.
I wouldn’t even be done with my hair yet. He better have scrubbed good.
I start walking fast so I can get this stinky shit out of my hands pronto.
At the bottom of the staircase, I feel a tiny fluff run past my legs, but panic sets in when thundering paws follow.
Before I can even think of jumping to the side, my feet are out from under me and that pile of nasty ass clothes is in the air.
I land hard with a thud on the wooden floor only to feel and smell disgusting fish stuff land on me seconds later.
I can’t see anything because it’s all covering my face.
“EWWWWW!!!!!”
“What was that giant thunk I jus… Oh my…” Hearty laughter echoes from the top of the stairs. I hear him walking down toward me as I yank the gross shirt off first, flinging it across the floor. Yuck!
“Are you okay? How’d you end up under the clothes?”
“Bitsy and Amy,” I grit out between my teeth as he pulls the athletic pants off my shoulder along with his boxer briefs. “Ugh! Now I need a shower too.”
Chuckling, he holds a hand out to me. “I’ll just…
throw these in. I won’t start them until after you get out.
I’m sorry, babe.” He’s attempting to keep the laughter in.
Epically failing, but he gets points for trying.
“Your um… butt okay?” He quirks his brow at me all cute and shit while helping me up.
I’m annoyed, and yet, he still turns me on. Gah…
“Yes, my ass is fine. Thanks for the help,” I mumble as I rip off my now nasty smelling shirt and gag at the smell of stink bait on my hands as I climb the stairs toward my bathroom.
“Still cute as hell even when you’re grumpy,” his answer follows over his shoulder as he walks the nasties off to the laundry room.
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Colin
While my woman is showering the smell of fish and bait off of herself, I refrain from joining by doing as I said I would.
I drop the pile of rank clothes in the wash, add detergent, and get the settings ready.
After rewashing my hands and doing a sniff test to make sure I kept the stink off the extra clothes I had here, I give the animals some love and meander to the bedroom to check what sort of space I’m looking at for the nightstand and closet.
Not bad. I expected less. I hear the shower turn off and decide to head back down and start the washer.
I don’t want her to feel like I’m up her ass every time I’m here, even though being with her is the only thing I want to do.
I walk into the kitchen and check the fridge, starting a mental list of things I’d like to add to it that I don’t already have in my fridge. We should bring my cold stuff over first before we go to the store.
“Well, that’s better.” Sydney sighs as she strolls into the kitchen, adjusting her loose-fitting tee over a pair of black leggings.
Why is it that every time she’s in my vicinity, I’m fighting a raging hard-on or toying with the idea of ripping off her clothes?
Dick, give it a rest. She passes me to reach up and grab a cup from the cupboard, humming a tune as she reaches high enough for her shirt to flash me a better view of her rear.
You’re doing it again. I shake my head, but not before she notices out of the corner of her eye and smiles.
“So, how you wanna do this?”
“I was thinking about clearing the counter and ripping off your…” My sentence is cut off from her snicker and held up pointer finger.
“No, not that. Although, I like where your mind is going. Hold that thought. I’m talking about the moving situation.”
I hold her eyes and smile wide. This is really happening.
“Well, since you want me here invading your space, that’s completely up to you.” I eye her, looking for any second thoughts.
She hums a little bit more of her tune, thrumming her fingers against the cup in contemplation before stopping and taking a drink.
“Wanna go fill some boxes?” She smiles over the rim of her glass, eyes glittering with enough excitement that I want to “whoop” from the top of my lungs.
“You know I do,” I saucily toss back, winking at her. She blinks back and giggles when she catches the double meaning, then rolls her eyes.
“When you smile at me like that, it does things,” Sydney says on a sigh, setting down her cup, then holding up quote fingers. “Moving” boxes first, then we’ll get around to filling my other box.”
I roll my eyes back at her in fake exasperation, even though I totally dig it. This woman. Mmmm… I follow that perfect ass down the hallway to the garage to retrieve numerous boxes from her move here. We fill up the back of my truck and drive on over to my place.
“I’ll start pulling cold stuff from the fridge and freezer while you go start collecting what you want.
Remember, we can always make more room if what I cleared out wasn’t enough.
I didn’t want to make you nervous by going too big at first,” she comments as she hops out of the cab, reaching over the back to grab some more boxes along with me.
I open the front door and drop my keys in the dish on the tiny wall table before juggling my boxes inside. She starts toward the kitchen.
“I honestly expected less room than what you already gave me. Maybe I’ll just have to build us a bigger closet.”
She looks back over her shoulder with a bubbly happiness that I want to see every single day for the rest of my life.
“You’re that handy? Damn, a girl got lucky!”
I chuckle at her exuberant reply.
“It helps when one of your best friends owns his own construction business. I’ve picked up quite a few things and have had a lot of chances to practice.”
“He fixes pipes, he builds things, he’s a vet, he can cook, knows how to clean, and has unexpected, mad skills in the bedroom…
” she trails off as she’s walking into the kitchen, shaking her head in disbelief.
A lighthearted laugh rumbles from my chest as her praise warms me from the inside out.
I force myself to go to the bedroom alone to pack up some clothes.
I do a little jig on my way down the hallway.
I’ll show her some unexpected, mad skills in the bedroom in a little bit.
And here I was all nervous that I was rusty as fuck after my long bout of celibacy.
Nah, she woke the sleeping monster, and he was…
hungry. I snicker at the thought. Mad skills.
Almost an hour later, I look at the boxes and bags before me.
I managed to get all of my favorites. There’s way more clothes in this house than I thought.
I decide to leave behind a decent amount to donate.
I really don’t need every piece. I pack my favorite valuables, important paperwork, stuff I need for the clinic, my bathroom items.
“Sydney, do we need any of the linens from the bathroom or the linen closet?” I holler down the hall. I decide to grab one set of king sheets that I think will look decent with her decor. You can never really have too many.
“That’s up to you if you really want to bring any. A couple extra towels wouldn’t hurt, but I do have a decent stash already.” She leans against my doorway looking all adorable. I want to kiss her. “Any of the big furniture you want to bring?”
“I’m not too sure about that yet. Let’s give it a couple of weeks to see what all I feel like I’m missing and what we have room for.
Maybe my study desk.” She will look fantastic spread across that.
Yes, the desk in the study will need a spot.
Her eyes glimmer like she might have just read my mind. Dirty.
“Oh, good idea to grab an extra set of sheets for our bed.” She winks, knowing what her teasing does to me, and walks back out to the living room, leaving me shaking my head and giving me space to think and look around some more.
When I enter the living room about twenty minutes later, she’s picking some books off the bookshelf.
“I really love that you enjoy reading too,” she states when she notices me enter the room; her genuine smile almost knocks me off my feet.
“Mmm, yes to that.” I point out toward the shelf beneath her. “Definitely get that third shelf. They’re my Tbr books.”
She reads through the spines, curious of my selection. I grab a few from a different shelf and set them in the box.
“So you’re a thriller and suspense kind of guy. Nice.”
“I’ve dabbled in most of the genres. If I look hard enough, I can typically find at least one book I like. I’d even give some of your favorites a try.”
She looks up at me from under her lashes with a quirked brow after packing a few, and my breath catches at the pure sexual energy coursing between us.
“Oh, really? Romantasy? Rom coms? Even the really smutty ones? Don’t get me started on dark romance.”
“Especially the smutty ones. They’ve got some good ideas.”
“Mmmm…yes, some of them definitely do. Some of them are just super fun to read. Nice to know you’re willing to take some creative instruction though.” Her lips tip up at the corners, and I wonder in that moment what book she’s thinking of.
“More than willing.” I sit on the corner of the oversized leather chair, running a thumb across my bottom lip.
“You mark any scenes you want me to read; I’ll be open.
As long as it doesn’t include another person in our bed or hurting you, I’m good.
” Curiosity gleams in her eyes, and she nods once, pursing her lips.
“Another check for Colin.” She ticks an imaginary box on her imaginary list for me and sets another stack inside the box.
She walks over to me and grabs my shirt, pulling me down for a scorching hot kiss.
I love it when she does this shit. She gets all bossy, and I am more than happy to let her boss me around.
She pushes me down onto the couch and straddles me, teasing my tongue with hers while pressing her sex against my cock straining against my athletic shorts.
I grab her ass and pull her as close as I can, my body humming with need and aching to be inside her.
“Baby, please tell me I can rip off these leggings soon.”
She chuckles against my lips, scooting off of me and making me groan in frustration.
“Help me get all these boxes back in the house, then you can do whatever you want to me.”
I growl deep in my throat, pulling myself and my greedy dick off the couch to follow her. Mission accepted. I will load everything and get it in that house and her naked under me within thirty minutes, mark my words.
“Mark me, I will have you naked in a half hour.”
Between the two of us, I got her naked in twenty. Although, I might’ve left behind a couple of boxes in my room.