Eveline
The next morning, she woke up to heavy footsteps and screaming from the upstairs bedrooms. Her leg was still draped over Renley’s thigh, his arm loosely wrapped around her waist. He was wearing nothing but his shorts—something he seemed to prefer actually—so she couldn’t help but run her fingers dreamily over his abs.
They quickly drifted south, teasing under his waistband where she sifted through the dense curls there to find his semi hard cock.
“Kitten,” he husked as her fingers wrapped around his shaft.
“We won’t be alone all day, and I missed you,” she hummed, swiping her thumb through the liquid gathering at his tip, massaging it into his skin to slick up her movements.
His muscles tensed under her as he stretched and shifted to give her room to work. “So needy.”
“I am,” she admitted, kissing his chest and twisting her hand over his cockhead—just how he liked.
“How could I resist fucking you bare?”
And with that he rolled her onto her back, tossing her clothes aside, and knelt between her spread thighs.
Her gasp was drowned by his lips, tongue spearing into her mouth.
When the kiss ended, and he sat back his greedy eyes melted her from the inside out.
He lifted her legs until they rested over his shoulders, his cock slowly taking her inch by inch.
“How does it feel?” he asked, pressing his lips to her ankle.
“Good,” she whimpered, the angle of his tender thrust hitting just the right spot.
With one hand holding her legs up, the other ran over her thighs. “Not uncomfortable?”
She shook her head, staring at the part of her body she hated the most. Watching him love and caress her legs was mesmerising.
His kisses were soft, but his fingers added enough pressure for her to feel them.
With each thrust he took her deeper and faster, his hips slapping against hers with the most arousing and lustful sounds coming from him.
Her heart raced and though Renley had his eyes shut, she couldn’t take hers off of him.
He was the most gorgeous man she’d ever been with, in both looks and heart.
Her hand trailed down her stomach until she circled her clit, hard and fast to match each of his thrusts.
She panted, her vision blurring but she couldn’t stop basking in the sight of him kissing her ankles and caressing her legs, fucking his hips into hers. When his cock began to pulse, she let herself fall off the edge, sinking into the pillow and finally allowing her eyes to flutter shut.
“Fucking beautiful,” he hummed. She pried her eyes open in time to see him kiss her ankles one last time before he lowered her legs. He leaned over her, kissed her forehead, and ran his nose over hers. “Shower and then face the little rascals?”
“Mmhmm,” she agreed, brushing her lips across him.
Renley didn’t pull out until he’d carried her to the shower and sat her down on the bench, handing her the shower head. As she rinsed off, a knock on the door had Renley scrambling for his shorts.
“Good morning,” she heard him say through the closed bathroom door. “Ready for a fun day?”
“Yes! Is Auntie Eve up too?”
“She’s taking a shower. Why don’t we have breakfast together while we wait?” Drew must have agreed, because the bedroom door shut and Renley entered the bathroom with her wheelchair. “What do you want to wear today?” he asked, locking it in place for her.
“You choose?”
Smirking, his cheeks flushed. “Are you sure?”
“I trust you to choose something appropriate.”
A few moments later he returned, dressed in jeans and a sleek black T-shirt that stretched across his muscles. “Take your time, I’ll hold the monsters back.”
She blew him a kiss that had him blushing. He’d chosen a rosy-tinted summer dress with leggings and judging by the smile on his lips when she entered the living room, Renley approved. He stood by the stove, flipping pancakes with Mathew and Drew sitting to either side of the counter.
“Uncle Renley is making breakfast this morning!” Mathew announced excitingly.
“I sent Laira back to bed,” Renley explained. “Apparently someone didn’t want to sleep in his own bed last night.” He shot an accusatory glance toward the younger of the two.
Drew looked rather guilty. “I don’t like sleeping alone.”
“Maybe cuddle with Mathew instead,” she suggested, earning an eyeroll from her other nephew.
Renley wrangled the two boys like a natural, which only made her fantasies about having his children more intense.
“Are we taking your car?” Renley asked after instructing the boys to clear the table.
“Laira said we could take hers if you don’t mind driving.”
“Not at all.” He kissed her hair and helped the boys fill the dishwasher. “Do they allow snacks there? I haven’t even looked it up yet.”
“Laira’s already packed for us.”
“So, we’re good to go?” When she nodded, he nudged the boys up the stairs. “Go and tell your parents we’re heading out.”
Drew and Mathew thundered back down with Tod right behind them. “Laira wanted me to remind you to take the bag she packed and don’t spoil these two completely rotten—we still have to live with them.”
“A little late don’t you think?” she laughed and pulled her shoes on.
Tod made sure the boys were buckled in and kissed them both while Renley stowed her wheelchair in the trunk.
With his fingers weaved with hers, Renley followed the GPS instructions to the trampoline park.
Unable to do any of the activities, she usually only went with the boys when Tod or Laira tagged along.
Had it not been for Renley, their day would have looked completely different.
When they got there, Renley minded the boys until she was settled in her chair.
Not that they would have wandered off—they were rather protective of her when they were out—especially Mathew.
After all, Tod raised them to be good men someday, teaching them to open doors and look for elevators before she even had to ask.
They claimed a table inside, and the boys took off before Renley could even kick out of his boots.
“Why aren’t you taking your shoes off?” he asked Eveline. “You don’t think you’re going to miss out, do you?”
“What?”
“Take your darn shoes off, woman, before I do it for you.”
Confused, she removed her shoes and followed Renley to the floor where the boys were already jumping away.
Squealing, she was lifted into Renley’s arms. He carried her onto the net and set her down, Drew cheering as he hopped in circles around her.
She bounced up and down, laughing until she couldn’t breathe, with Renley’s smile just as wide as her own.
Her heart swelled with love—yes, love —for Renley and how he hadn’t even hesitated to include her as much as possible. When they finally took a snack break, she pulled him closer, tears blurring her vision as she poured all her love and adoration into a chaste kiss.
“Ew!” the boys called in unison, but she waved them off. Renley wasn’t getting off the hook this time.
Out of breath and with the boys running towards their next adventure, she leaned her forehead against Renley’s. “Thank you.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You’re just you. Wonderful, gorgeous, and soul-healing you.”
Renley held her face between his large palms and ran his thumbs over her cheeks. “If you don’t stop, you’ll make me blush and cry and then I’ll lose my cool uncle status.”
“You don’t mind them calling you that?”
“No! I fucking love it.”
She pecked his cheek and turned to see the boys in line for the ball pit. “They adore you.”
She stayed in her chair for the rest of the day, watching Renley chase the boys around while reminding them to eat and drink.
Before they headed home for the day, they insisted that she join them one last time.
She had a blast, sitting and watching while Renley showed off his flips and taught the boys to do the same.
On the way home, she texted Laira a warning just in case they’d chosen to hang around the house rather than go out.
While she and Renley prepared dinner, the boys did their evening chores in between stealing berries from the garden.
After a movie, they made sure the two little devils readied themselves for bed.
She read them a good night story on the couch, and Renley carried them both up the stairs and tucked them in.
“More snacks?” he asked as he came back down.
“Yes, please. Would you mind grabbing my knitting bag?”
When Renley returned, he had both their crafts in hand. “I think I’m getting the hang of it.”
She smiled when she saw how much his blanket had grown since she’d seen it last. “It looks great.”
“At first I thought it would take forever, but I sort of lose myself when I sit down with it.”
“You’ll be finished with it in no time.”
They sat up for a while, working on their projects with a reality show playing softly in the background. She’d encouraged Laira and Tod to stay out the whole night and Tod happily agreed. They checked in periodically, but were otherwise quiet after Eveline assured them everything was fine.
When she could barely keep her eyes open Renley insisted on carrying her to bed. They snuggled and even though she was exhausted she didn’t want to fall asleep right away.
“Thank you for today.”
“It was an absolute pleasure.”
“You made me feel all kinds of special.”
He lifted her chin with a finger and tenderly smiled at her, the dim light reflecting off his sparkling eyes. “I never want you to feel left out. If there is something I can do for you, I will.”
“You make it seem so natural. So normal.”
“It is, kitten. I know I can be pushy and please know that I never do it to make you uncomfortable, but you shouldn’t have to miss out on things. I wouldn’t have enjoyed today if you’d been watching from the sidelines.”
“I feel good and safe with you pushing me that far.”
“Oh, sweet kitten, don’t make me blush now.”
She wiggled closer to him, sliding into soft dreams the moment she closed her eyes.