Chapter 11
CHEWIE
I was about to deliver coffee to Taya when she shuffled into the kitchen wearing one of my T-shirts.
Her hair was a mess, and her eyes weren’t completely focused yet.
The grumpy frown on her face made me want to laugh out loud.
After only a week together, I knew better than to do that, so instead, I patted the counter next to me and said, “Hop up here, beautiful, and have your coffee while I make you breakfast.”
Taya looked at the counter and wrinkled her nose, so I knew she was going to argue before she said, “Why don’t I just . . .”
I interrupted her by lifting her up and perching her on the counter before I pushed her knees apart and stood between them. I smiled before I kissed her down-turned lips and then reached for the mug of coffee I’d just made.
As she took it from my hand, I said, “Made to your specifications, my queen.”
She blinked a few times and took a sip. I knew it would take a little time for her brain to go fully online, so I walked over to the refrigerator as I asked, “Omelets or pancakes? I’ve got bacon and sausage, so you can have one or both with whatever you choose.”
“I refuse to make life-altering decisions before I have coffee,” she mumbled before she took a sip.
Her eyes closed as she sighed deeply, and I smiled as I watched her shoulders relax and the expression on her face change to one that was a little less foreboding and a lot more inviting.
She opened her eyes and smiled before she said, “Omelet with lots of cheese and bacon on the side, please.”
“As you wish,” I said with a dramatic bow before I started pulling ingredients out of the refrigerator. I set everything on the counter near her and got out the cutting board as I asked, “What’s on your agenda for today?”
Taya yawned loudly before she replied, “A nap.”
“Did I keep you up last night? I tried to be quiet when I left, but I couldn’t resist waking you up when I got home.”
“You left? I remember hearing your phone, but I didn’t realize you’d gotten up.”
“Yeah. Samara and some of her friends were at a party, and their ride flaked out, so rather than call an Uber, they called a Chewie.”
“You went to pick them up?”
“I did. We even stopped at the store so they could get some jojos to absorb the alcohol and Gatorade for their inevitable hangovers.”
“That drunk, huh?”
“They weren’t too bad, but they’ll probably still feel it this morning.”
“Do you have to pick your daughter and her friends up very often?”
“They’re good kids.”
“Oh, I’m not saying anything otherwise. I think it’s sweet that she knows she can call and you’ll come running.”
I set the knife down on the cutting board and wiped my hands on a towel before I stepped between Taya’s splayed knees and rested my hands on her hips. “If you call, I’ll come running too.”
Taya kissed my nose before she said, “Right back at ya, babe.”
“The weather’s not too bad this morning. Wanna take a ride with me?”
“When we get back, can we take a nap?”
“Of course.”
“Will you do all the things I like before we go to sleep?”
“And then some. I’ll do even more when we wake up.”
Taya set her coffee on the counter and then wrapped her arms around my neck.
She pulled me close for a long kiss, and I decided that breakfast could wait.
For that matter, so could the ride. I had a different ride in mind right now, and I knew from the way her legs were wrapped around my waist as she moved closer to the edge of the counter to rub against me that she had the same idea.
I was proven right when she nipped at my earlobe and whispered, “Do you know what’s nice about wearing your T-shirt?”
“The way you look in it,” I answered as I tilted my head so she could kiss and nibble my neck.
“It’s so long on me that I don’t have to wear panties.”
My head snapped upright, and my cock swelled with excitement before I asked, “You’re not wearing panties right now?”
“Nope,” Taya answered as her hand slid past the elastic of my sleep pants and wrapped around my cock.
I looked down as she rubbed her clit with the head of my cock before she slid it back to notch at her entrance. I pushed in as far as I could and then groaned when she got even closer to the edge of the counter to allow me to move deeper.
I sank all the way inside her and then slowly pulled out again as our lips met, and all thoughts of breakfast disappeared as I flexed my hips and went deep again.
“I could do this all fucking day,” I muttered as I braced one hand on the cabinet behind her head and hooked the other under her knee to change the angle of my strokes. “We should go upstairs.”
“But I don’t want to stop,” Taya whispered as her head fell back and bumped the cabinet.
“I can’t,” I murmured against her neck as I kept thrusting.
There was a loud sound from somewhere behind me that stopped me mid-stroke. It wasn’t a scream as much as it was a piercing squeal, some cursing, and then a loud thump when something hit the wall.
“Ohmygodwhatintheholyshit!”
“Nooo!”
“My eyes! Ohmygod! My eyes!”
“Ah, fuck!” I hissed as I quickly pulled out and yanked my T-shirt down to cover Taya’s breasts. I jerked the waistband of my sleep pants up over my quickly softening cock, hoping against all hope that my daughter hadn’t seen my naked ass.
Taya just kept squeezing her eyes tightly shut as her face turned bright red with embarrassment.
There was a loud gasp before Samara’s friend Winnie screamed, “Mom?”
Taya’s eyes shot open, and she swallowed audibly before she leaned to the side and looked over my shoulder. “Morning, honey!”
“Oh! My! God! Mom!”
Taya sat up straight so that we were eye to eye before she whispered, “Why is my daughter in your house?”
“Winnie is your daughter?”
“Brinn.”
“Samara calls her Winnie.”
“Is your daughter Sarah or Mary?”
“Um, Sarah, I guess.”
“Mom!” Winnie, who I had just found out was really named Brinn, yelled.
At the same time, Samara yelled, “Chevy! What the hell, man?”
“I think I should . . . Yep! I’m going upstairs!” Jaimee, my friend’s daughter, who Samara and her bestie had taken under their wing and even lovingly nicknamed Mary after the third character from one of their favorite movies, quickly made herself scarce.
I didn’t know what to say other than, “I was just making breakfast! Are you girls hungry?”
“You were fornicating with Ms. Corbin, Chevy!”
I turned my head and stared at Samara in exasperation before I asked, “Who the hell calls it fornicating?”
“Oh my God!” Winnie moaned through her hands.
“Brinn, honey,” Taya said before she cleared her throat. I could hear the laughter in her voice as she explained, “Remember how I told you I was seeing someone?”
“Mom!”
“In the kitchen, Chevy? Really?” When I just shrugged, Samara threw up her arms in frustration before she stomped her foot and let her hands drop to her sides. “We have rules for a reason!”
“We do?”
“We should!”
“I’m not really good at following those kinds of things, so let’s just not, okay?”
Samara glared at me before the realization hit her. “Are you dating Ms. Corbin?”
“Call me Taya.”
“She’s going to need to start calling you by your first name if you’re . . . fornicating with her . . . Chevy!”
I chuckled as Taya said, “I’ve lived almost forty-eight years without hearing that word used in conversation, and I’ve suddenly heard it three times in the last thirty-six hours.”
I was still laughing when I yelled, “Thrice!”
Samara sighed as she leaned forward and let her forehead rest against the refrigerator. She thumped it again before she wailed, “I eat in this kitchen!”
“I was just about to make breakfast when I got sidetracked.”
“You’re naked under that shirt, aren’t you?” Brinn asked. When Taya nodded, Brinn shuddered and said, “You realize you’ve traumatized all of us, right? And poor innocent Mary! What must she think?”
“I know what’s wrong!” I said with a little too much excitement. “She’s taking that classic literature course this semester. That’s why she’s suddenly got an overdramatic flair, as if she’s the lead in a Shakespearean play.” Samara lifted her head and gave me a side-eye.
“Do Blaine and Brandt know?”
“That she was having sex in the kitchen?” Samara asked her friend.
“I would think not, since they didn’t have the misfortune of .
. . Shit! I’m doing it again, aren’t I?” When Brinn nodded, Samara shook her head and said, “Let’s go back upstairs, scrub our eyes with bleach, and take a nap.
Maybe we’ll wake up only to find out this was some sort of paranormal shared fever dream and come downstairs to find Chewy all alone and sipping his coffee, ready to make us pancakes. ”
“Pancakes coming right up! Taya, babe, will you work on the omelet ingredients while I mix the batter?”
“Sure,” Taya agreed as she hopped off the counter.
“Please wash your hands first, Chevy,” Samara suggested.
“And Mom, for the love of God, go put on some damn clothes!”
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When Taya giggled, I glanced up and saw her smiling as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail, so I asked, “What’s got you so tickled?”
“That was the most uncomfortable breakfast I’ve ever experienced.” Taya giggled again when she said, “I thought it was a little over the top when you took off your shirt before they came back downstairs, but the look on their faces was priceless.”
I laughed before I said, “It didn’t help that the few spots of skin that aren’t covered with ink have hickies, huh?”
“You’re horrible.”
“I’m not the one that put them there, you fornicator!”
“I can’t believe I didn’t know Samara’s real name! I met her during Christmas break during their freshman year and had no idea her name wasn’t Sarah.”
“I guess they bonded over a Halloween movie and go by characters’ names or something. I don’t get it.”
“I think it’s cute that they have nicknames for each other.”