Eleven The Skeleton In My Closet
Eris
“ F uck off, I don’t care what you dicks think.” Shoving my brother, I flip off the other one for good measure as I struggle to carry the twelve foot skeleton to my truck. “You’re both just jealous I got a girl.”
“Do you, though?” Enzo teases. “Pretty sure she said it was too soon earlier this week.”
Why do I tell them anything ever? Plus, it’s a new week, and although I don’t plan on asking her again so soon, I know every day I force myself into her bubble she lets me in a little more. It’s scary for her, and to be honest, I thought it would be scary for me too. But really it just feels right. She’s mine, she just hasn’t admitted it yet. “Whatever. Tell me how Tinder’s going for you. I deleted the app after having it for five days, you two assholes are running out of options.”
“There are always options when you look like us,” Evan argues. “You can’t talk shit to us when you’re the one that got whipped after your first date.”
There’s that word again.
It makes me laugh because it doesn’t land the way they want it to. I don’t care if I seem whipped — I am. She’s the only one I want to fuck and I don’t understand why guys get all offended at being called out for it. It’s like you’re less manly if you’re not fucking as many girls as you can.
Usually my brothers aren’t so immature about it, but if I had to guess why they’re acting like this, I bet it’s because they know it has the potential to be real. Maybe it comes from a fear of losing me too? “I can’t understand you. Can you try speaking with less jealousy?”
They help me get the giant bastard in the bed of the truck in spite of our shit talking, and then after a few more minutes of pointless bickering, I leave to go to Rowyn’s.
The nerves of being rejected lessen with every day I show up uninvited, but I still feel them when I pull into her driveway and make my way to the door. Knocking, I fidget a little as I wait for her, and when she opens it with a smile, all those negative fears dissipate. For once, I already showered at home, and am fully ready to start our weekend together. “I have a surprise for you, but you have to let me cover your eyes and walk you to the truck.”
“Surprise, huh?” she asks skeptically, but steps out and closes her eyes all the same. “I like surprises.”
“I know, you loved that blanket.” I cover her eyes and take a second to check out her ass, then lead her over to see what I brought. “Gonna need a little help getting him out, but...”
I move my hands away so she can see the gangly monstrosity up close and personal, and the giant smile on her face makes me forget the rest of the world even exists .
She lets out a squeal and climbs up into the bed to hug the damned thing, then yells, “His name is Ralph!”
“Yup,” I agree. I’d seriously name this fucker anything if it kept that damn smile on her face. “Where should we put him?”
Rowyn trips and falls right into his lap as she tries to hug him tighter, then peeks her adorable purple head over the side of the bed. “In the front yard, but facing the house. He’s for me to look at, not everyone else. He can moon the people passing by.”
I think I love you.
Wait.
Oh, thank fuck I didn’t just say that out loud.
“You got it, sweetheart.” It takes us about ten minutes to get Ralph exactly where she wants him to be, and when she stands on her porch to stare at him, I move in to hold her from behind. “Should we keep him in the living room in the off season? I’m sure a pressure wash would have him looking as good as new. Or maybe in your basement so he can keep you company while you work.”
“The ceiling is too low in the basement, but we could have him sit in the corner. I think I want him upstairs though. I could make him his own bedroom.”
“For sure. Shit, what about a Halloween themed room so you have somewhere to go when you miss fall? We can put up spider webs and have little ghosts all over.”
She turns to look at me like she’s never seen me before, then throws her arms around my neck and kisses me deeply. It’s the kind of kiss you can’t fake. One that overshadows all her fears, and when I lift her up by her thighs, I know she feels what I do. “Kissing me like I just earned a blowjob,” I tease, but she nods enthusiastically as she bites my lip.
“You definitely did. Go inside.”
I don’t hesitate.
I may not make the smartest decisions all the time, but when a beautiful woman is ordering you inside for a blowjob, you don’t fucking argue. That’s just Life 101.
In all honesty, I didn’t bring Ralph for anything in return but her smile, but she’s not going to hear an ounce of an argument from me as I take a seat on her couch and grind against her before she can move off my lap. “Missed you today. ”
I catch her in another heated kiss as she slides onto the floor, and then next ten minutes are pure fucking Heaven.
Ten minutes is a little generous, but we won’t go into that. The woman knows exactly how to work me in the best of ways, and after she swallows every drop, I pull her back into my lap to kiss my flavor off her tongue. “That was amazing, baby. How the hell do you always make me feel so good?”
“I pay attention,” she shrugs. “Your body gives away more than you think.”
“No way. I’m mysterious.”
Maybe I used to be, but I’m not anymore. I’m a goddamn open book for her.
“Mmhm. So mysterious when your balls and cock react to everything I do,” she teases, kissing my tip and putting me away. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”
“Me either.”
It’s right there on the tip of my tongue again. I can taste the question growing bitter with each moment I let pass without asking, but if I force her to be my girlfriend before she’s ready, how will I ever know if she planned on choosing me on her own ?
So I don’t.
I swallow it down as I cook us both dinner, as we eat, as I bend her over the sink before she begins doing the dishes, and even as I fill her up with my cum. I’m actually quite proud of myself for holding it in without puking out the words, and by the time we’re dozing off to sleep after a scary movie, I find it’s easier to keep them down.
I guess that skeleton can stay put a little longer.
I WAKE HER UP WITH my tongue, grinning after she practically drowns me and tries to fall right back to sleep, but even as adorable as she is when she’s tired I’m a needy motherfucker that needs her attention. “You were moaning in your sleep again.”
“Don’t ask why,” she rushes out, all sleepy and red-cheeked. “You were there, that’s all I’m saying.”
“I better have been.” Turning, I nip her inner thigh playfully. “So did you have plans today? ”
She shakes her head softly, reaching down to cup my cheek. “Something told me I’d have company.”
“Very perceptive, Burrito. You know I’d just tag along though, right?”
Is this how it feels to wake up next to someone you love spending time with? Because sign me the fuck up. Nothing can wipe the smile off my face.
“I could work a little bit, I guess. Or we can go get some more supplies... or we could go do something fun. I’m also okay with closing all the curtains and staying in bed all day.”
“How are you going to name something as tempting as going out in public with you and then end it on closing the curtains to cupcake all day?”
Her eyebrow quirks up. “Cupcake? Is that a euphemism?”
“It can be.” I reply teasingly. “Maybe that’s just a California thing? Cupcaking is when you’re so into each other you ignore the outside world completely and just spend time together. Usually in bed.”
“I don’t understand what that has to do with cupcakes, but I’ll take it. I guess that means I’m really into you, huh? ”
Her playful sideways grin slays me, has me so fucking weak as I sit up to kiss her lips — morning breath and all. There isn’t anything that could keep me from kissing her.
I stand up to go brush my teeth though, then mumble around my toothbrush when I have a response that isn’t something off the wall like ‘I love you.’ “Cupcakes are sweet, and it means we’re sweet on each other. I’m really into you too, baby. Let’s cupcake all damn day and order in.”
She bumps her hip against mine with that same smile. “So what you’re saying is I can still call you sweet pea.”
I almost drown in my toothpaste when I laugh, but ultimately I find I have no argument. “Yeah, I’ll be your sweet pea. Only as long as you stay my burrito though.”
“I wasn’t aware I had a choice there.”
“Nope. None whatsoever. The only choice you have right now is whether we have a movie or a show marathon.”
She taps her chin slowly as she watches me. “Show. More chances for sex breaks. You also promised me wax play this weekend.”
Surprise surprise, I’m hard .
Okay, let’s be honest. No one is surprised.
Earlier this week, she blinked at me in a way that had my dick instantly hard, so I didn’t stand a chance with her bringing up sex breaks and wax play. Her fucking blinks turn me on. What is happening right now in my head?
Biting my lip, we both glance down at my tented briefs that just decided to answer her for me, and neither of us can fight a laugh. “Yup. We’re definitely doing that today. Have I mentioned that I’m obsessed with you?”
Shit. The skeleton is trying to come out again.
“You didn’t have to. You haven’t left my side since the day we met unless you were leaving to go to work. I think that made it pretty clear.”
I’d be worried, but she’s looking at me like she’s falling in love with me.
“Oops.” I shrug in a way that tells her I have no control over any of it, but also wouldn’t change it. It’s too late for both of us. “In my defense... you haven’t kicked me out. ”
I back her against the vanity, relishing the way her breath catches in her throat. “I tried, you told me to take a nap.”
“You didn’t mean it,” I argue. “You cuddled me the second I joined you.”
“I didn’t say I tried hard.” She pulls me a little closer, dancing her fingertips up my chest. “Just that I tried.”
“Mmhm.” I grip her chin so she can’t look away, but when I see a hint of fear in her eyes, I bring us back to safe territory. “I lied. You also get to decide what show we watch and I get to pick the type of cookie we bake.”
She relaxes instantly. “That’s easy. We’re watching Wednesday. ”
“And making snickerdoodles. See how well we work together?”
The second she’s done washing her face, I toss her over my shoulder and carry her out to start our day. I don’t know how we got to this level of domestication, but there is no world where I complain about it. I’d cupcake with her any day.