Renley
With filled plates, he replenished their drinks and reclaimed their seats.
As he sat down, Miguel and Lukas joined them too with what seemed to be seconds.
They chatted along about work and hobbies for a while, and when it was time to open presents, the cool uncle—at least that’s what Miguel called himself—joined his nieces.
Lukas disappeared as well, leaving him and Eveline to watch from afar as the presents were unwrapped and the pinata slayed.
“Would you mind wrestling through to get me some cake once it’s cut?” she asked.
“It would be my pleasure.”
He was blessed with a heart-stopping smile then, before she turned back to the kids. “Such a sweetheart.”
“Don’t say that too loud. I take my bad boy image rather seriously.”
It earned him a chuckle and the second the cake was being dished out he jumped to his feet. Not long after he returned with two slices. She was right, the cake was phenomenal. Eveline laughed when he moaned around his first bite.
“Should I get you a napkin before you drool all over yourself?”
“That’s actually a really good idea. If I had known how good it was, I would’ve stolen the whole damn thing.”
“Selene has her own cake business. You could always order yourself one.”
“You are aware that this kind of information threatens my good looks, right? I’ll look like a stuffed turkey soon and it’ll be all your fault.”
“You’ll still have your handsome face.”
He crooked his eyebrow at her. “Now you’re just encouraging me.”
“You could always ask for a cupcake or two.”
He shook his head. “Unbelievable.” Fuck, her grin was addicting, and so was the easy banter between them. Maybe it was even flirting, who cared, it felt good.
“Renley?”
“Yes?” Kitten, he added internally.
“Do you own a cowboy hat too?”
His lips quirked up into a chocolate-tinted smirk. “What man owns boots but no hat?”
“I’m pretty sure there are a few disgraceful creatures out there.”
The grin widened into a full smile. “I do.”
“You don’t happen to have a picture?”
“That is something you’ll have to wait and see in person.”
“You mean if I anticipate it long enough, it’ll become a sweeter treat.”
“You believe seeing me with a hat is a treat?”
“Of course.”
Fuck , now it was his turn to blush. “I like how you’re not shy about saying what you think.”
“Ah, that comes with age.”
He clenched tighter around his fork, desperate to reach out and brush a finger along those warm cheeks. “Because you’re such a cougar at thirty-four. Now the real question: how Texan are you ? Do you own boots?”
“I do and maybe if you show me your hat, I’ll show off my boots.”
He held his hand out. “Deal?”
She firmly shook it. “Deal.”
When Eveline was ready to leave, Renley offered to walk her to her car, but she laughed it off, pointing out her premium parking not far off the pavilion. While he was distracted with watching her dismantle her wheelchair, Miguel and Lukas sat to either side of him.
“We see the way you look at her, so just know if you fuck with her feelings, you’ll have it coming for you,” Miguel warned, though his face didn’t let on that anything out of the ordinary was happening.
“Understood.”
“So, you’re not denying being into her?” Lukas prodded.
“Why should I? Apparently, it’s rather obvious.”
“An honest man.” Lukas shrugged. “I like that.”
He offered to help clean up, but Miguel declined so he made his way home, well, to Shannon’s, who wasn’t home, so Renley headed straight for a cold shower. All the flirting had made him all kinds of flustered.
He should’ve known that the shower would be no fucking help. It only gave him the space for her words to fill his mind again. Her pink cheeks haunted him in the best kind of way. He couldn’t wait to have a key to his own fucking place.
His thoughts trailed to all the things he could do with her, and his hand slipped down his stomach and wrapped around his raging erection.
He needed her back in his arms, wanted to make her sit in front of him with her legs spread and his hand cupping her pussy.
She would lean against his bare chest, his dick rubbing against her while she writhed in his hold.
He wanted to spank her, if only to draw those intoxicating sounds out of her.
He would make her come around his fingers and then shove her into the mattress and use her until he blew deep inside her.
He squeezed his cock, remembering her cunt clenching around him and then came hard with a grunt, watching as the evidence of his crimes swirled around the drain and out of sight.