Chapter 34 Magic and Comedy
TANNER
Wren on her knees for me is a sight that I never thought I’d see anywhere but my wildest fantasies. Fuck, she was pretty taking my cock, and given the look on her face, I’d say she actually liked giving me head.
“Come on. Let’s jump in the shower. I’ve got an idea of what we can do today,” I say.
She runs to her bathroom to grab her shampoo and soap. I turn on the water, and when she returns, she sets the soap inside and then wraps her arms around me. I hold her against my chest, breathe her in, and wonder if she’s falling for me as hard as I’m falling for her.
Stepping into the shower, the steam from the hot water fogs the glass. I help her in after me, and she moves under the stream of warm water, wetting her hair.
“Is it too hot?”
“It’s perfect,” she says, grabbing for her shampoo.
“May I?” I ask, taking the bottle and squirting a small amount of soap onto my palm.
She nods, and I work my hands through her hair, massaging her scalp. I rinse it with water and then grab her conditioner, repeating the steps I just completed. The shower fills with the scent of cherries and vanilla that I’ve grown to love.
“Aren’t you cold?” she asks. “I’m hogging all the water.”
“I’m fine,” I say, grabbing the soap, lathering it in my hands. I take my time rubbing my hands all over her body. She shudders under my touch, and her head falls back when my fingers graze her nipples.
“Tanner, stop,” she teases. “You’re going to make me want to have shower sex, and I’m really hungry.”
“I’m not opposed to shower sex,” I say.
“I’m sure you’re not, but if we’re going to be having sex all day, I’m going to need food.”
“Fine,” I grumble, moving my hands down her body until they both find her ass. I pull her into me, kissing her deeply. The water pours over us, and her hips rock against me. “You sure you want breakfast? Seems like you kind of want to do something else.”
She shakes her head. “Yes, I’m getting out before my waffles get delayed any further.
” She slides past me, opens the door, and grabs for a towel.
My hand finds her ass in a playful slap, and she lets out a little squeak.
Glancing back over her shoulder, she rolls her eyes and then the shower door closes behind her.
Quickly, I finish my own shower and then throw on pants. When I walk out of my room, she’s sitting on the couch, drinking iced coffee with her phone in her hand.
“Did your boss get back to you?” I ask.
“Yeah, but I think he’s mad,” she says, flipping her phone around.
Daryl:
Okay. – Daryl
“You just think that because he used a period. How old is he?”
“I don’t know. Maybe in his fifties…” She shrugs. “Should I respond?”
“Nah. I don’t think it means he’s mad. I think he just doesn’t know how to text. Periods make everyone sound mad. I mean, he signed his name.” I chuckle. “I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“You’re right.” She sets the phone down on the table, and it immediately begins to vibrate. “Are the girls still texting you?”
“Yes,” she tells me, giggling. “They’re freaking out that I called you my boyfriend.”
Her eyes find mine, and her lips form a small smile.
“What is it?”
“Nothing, it’s just…I don’t know. I’m really happy, and I feel like a teenager whose crush finally asked her out.”
A big smile spreads across my face, and she stands to meet me. “Stop looking at me like that,” she says.
“Like what?” I pull her into me, and my lips find hers.
“Like you’re thinking about skipping the breakfast I was promised.”
I chuckle against her. “Alright, alright. I’ll make you waffles.” I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
“Wait,” she says. “I need my coffee.”
I bend down, grabbing the glass, and then walk her into the kitchen. She nestles her face into my neck as I move.
“You know I can’t help. I burn everything I try to cook,” she says as I set her on the counter and hand her her coffee.
“Not true. You didn’t burn the grilled cheese, but I don’t want your help. Just your company.” I kiss the tip of her nose and then begin to move around the kitchen to collect everything I need to make the waffles. She sits on the counter, watching me.
“What do you want to do today?” she asks.
“Have you ever done an escape room?”
“No, but it sounds like fun.”
“Yeah, I’ve never done one either,” I say, mixing the dry ingredients in a large bowl.
“I’d really like that,” she says. “Did you tell your dad you weren’t coming in today?”
“No,” I say, combining the wet ingredients.
“Weren’t you supposed to meet with the new guy?”
I shrug, “I guess, but I can’t go in there. I’m sure I’ll get an earful on Monday, but I don’t care. Today, I want to spend time with my girlfriend.”
“I’m really sorry about everything.”
“It’ll be fine. It’s not what my grandfather would have wanted, but I’m sure Stuart will be a decent boss, and I don’t mind my current role. ”
“What about the bar?”
“What about it? I essentially ghosted Jerry.” My stomach turns. I could kick myself for not talking to him and letting it fall through my fingers. “I’m sure he’s found someone else by now.”
“You don’t know that. Maybe you could talk to him, see if it’s still available.”
“I don’t know.” I whisk the ingredients together, adding a little extra vanilla to the batter for good measure.
“They already smell so good. Can I taste it?” she asks.
I dip a finger in and walk over to where she sits.
“Say it,” she says.
“Say what?” I laugh.
“Tell me to open.”
My whole face heats, and my dick twitches. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were one trying to make me forget all about breakfast.”
She giggles. “Say it.” The corner of her mouth tips up.
“Open,” I command, and she does. She sucks my finger into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it, cleaning off all the batter.
My dick throbs below my sweats, and I replace my finger with my mouth.
Her lips part, and she tastes like vanilla.
“And you say I’m a bad influence,” I tease, pulling away.
“I never said I was a good one. And I can’t help it. I like it when you’re a little bossy.”
I let out a loud laugh and move away, continuing to prepare the waffles.
“I just want you to be happy,” she says, returning to the work conversation. “So, if that means you stay at Austere then I’ll support you, but if you aren’t happy there, then I think you should try talking to Jerry again.”
“Maybe. I’ll think about it.”
“What does your mom think?” she asks, sipping her coffee.
I pour the batter into the waffle iron and close the lid.
“I don’t know. I think she was part of the reason he even entertained me becoming CEO, but she’s so wrapped up with my little sister and work that we don’t talk about this kind of stuff.”
“Have you tried?”
“No,” I shake my head. “I love my parents, but they aren’t really the kind that you talk to about how you’re feeling.”
“I hate that,” she says. “What about your sister?”
“Bella is young. She’s only sixteen.”
“I didn’t realize she was still in high school.”
“Yep, my mom struggled to get pregnant after me. I was almost fourteen when she was born.”
“That’s crazy. I can’t imagine having a sibling that much younger than me. Growing up, Cody and I were inseparable. He’s only a year younger than me, so most of the time people thought we were twins. Was it hard to have that big of an age gap?”
“Mitch and I were always really protective of her and loved spoiling her when we were still at home, but then I moved out for school, and she has her own life. She’s cheerleading captain and trying to decide where she wants to go to college.
You remember what it was like being that young.
I don’t want to weigh her down with the drama between my dad, brother, and me. I know it’s always bothered her.”
She nods, and I remove a waffle from the iron before pouring in more batter.
“Your family seems great,” I say.
“Ha!” she laughs. “They are pretty great, but I think every family has their stuff. After Cody’s accident, we all did a lot of family counseling and therapy.
It made us a much stronger unit, but they still don’t understand why it’s so important for me to save for the camps.
I think they’d rather me live in a super nice apartment than save. ”
“I think the camps are an incredible idea,” I say. “I went to sleep away camp every summer as a kid, and those are some of my favorite memories.”
“Cody and I did sleep away camp too.” She smiles.
“Did y’all’s have a talent show? That was always my favorite part.”
“Did we have a talent show?” she asks, dramatically, grasping her chest. “Cody and I were talent show champions for three summers in a row. We were so good that someone actually tried to go to the director of the camp and say we shouldn’t be able to perform together because we were in different age groups. ” She laughs.
“What was your talent?” I ask, removing another waffle and pouring more batter into the iron.
“Magic and comedy,” she says, laughing. “We’d practice for months leading up to camp, and the whole routine was so silly. We were the world’s worst magicians, so we made it part of the bit, and it killed every time. Cody’s timing was hilarious.”
I chuckle. “I wish I could have seen it.”
“It was so good. I wonder if I could find a video. I’m sure there’s one somewhere. What was your talent?”
“Yodeling.”
A laugh bubbles out of her. “You’re joking.”
“I’m dead serious.”
“You yodel? Did you have one of the little costumes? What is it called?”
“Lederhosen.”
“Oh, my gosh, yes. It’s like little short shorts and suspenders.”
I nod.
“Can you still yodel?”
“I mean I haven’t done it in years, but I’m sure I can.”
She pops off the counter and grabs her phone.
“What are you doing?” I ask, shaking my head.
“Preparing myself. If my boyfriend is about to start yodeling, I need to have this on video.”
“I’m not yodeling?”
“Yes, you are,” she says. “Pretty please?” She pouts her lips, looking up at me with big eyes.
“Fine,” I say, clearing my throat. “But this video is just for you.”
“I won’t show anyone; I promise.” She continues to giggle and holds the phone up so that the camera is facing me.
“Yodel-Ay-Ee-Oooo,” I begin to sing, and she erupts in more giggles. I continue for a few seconds, moving my voice up and down, and then stop. “Okay, I think that’s enough.”
“But it’s so cute,” she says, walking towards me. “Maybe next time you could wear the little shorts. I bet they make your ass look great.”
“Very funny,” I deadpan. “You better send me that video.”
“I’ll just air drop it,” she says, grabbing my phone off the counter. She taps on her phone, and I hear mine buzz. Her eyes find mine.
“What is it?” I ask.
“You have a cheetah emoji by my name?”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “Added it after you came over for dinner that night.”
She turns her phone around to show me my contact. Next to my name is a little yellow dog emoji. “I changed yours after you left me the first doodle,” she says.
“Great minds,” I say, pulling her into me and kissing her forehead. “You ready to eat?”
“I’m famished,” she says.
I pull away and plate the waffles, adding a handful of mini marshmallows on the top of both of our stacks. We move to the table and begin eating.
“I could get used to this,” she says, taking a bite of her food.
“The waffles?” I ask.
“No, I could get used to playing hooky with you.”
“Me too.”
Honestly, I might never work again because lazy mornings with Wren are quickly becoming my favorite thing.