Chapter 38 #2
She reaches back, fingers twining in my hair and tugging me down so I can kiss her. It’s not enough. Gently lifting off her, I let her roll under me until we’re face-to-face. My hand slides under her sweatshirt meeting bare skin.
If I had known that she wasn’t wearing anything under my shirt, I would’ve had her naked the second I walked in the door. Probably best I didn’t because this is much better.
My thumb strokes over the soft peak of her nipple before I shift us again, lifting her and twisting until I’m lying on the couch, with her straddling my lap.
Her hands find purchase on my chest, and I want to savor the look in her eyes when she peeks down at me. I toy with the edge of my sweatshirt on her, my team logo peering down at me as I debate whether I want it on or off.
“What now?” she asks, wiggling her hips on mine.
“What do you want?”
A wicked grin spreads on her lips, and her teeth find her lip again. My fingers tighten on her hips when she slides her hands over my chest, slowly exploring it all. I keep still, my entire being tuned into her.
“I want this off.” She tugs at my T-shirt.
“Then take it off,” I tell her, pushing on my elbows to give her enough space to tug it up over my chest.
It takes a bit of maneuvering, but once she slides it over my head, her eyes are roaming everywhere across my skin, her hands following. Then she hooks one finger around the chain on my neck, running back and forth along it and teasing the skin beneath it.
“I like this,” she murmurs, giving it a solid tug. I go with it, until there’s only an inch between us and her lips crash down to claim mine. Her teeth tug on my lip, her hips moving against me.
“Can I take this off?” I ask against her lips, tugging on the hem of her sweatshirt, finally having made up my mind that I would rather have her all to myself than share her with my team.
She sits back on my lap, holding her hands up so I can slip the sweatshirt over her.
I help her slip my jeans and boxers off before my fingers sink into the sides of her sleep shorts pulling them over her hips. She shuffles out of them the rest of the way.
It’s pure heaven when she finally sinks down on me, taking me all of the way, and I think I could die happy right now as long as she keeps moving on top of me.
The knock on the door startles me awake. I’m half hanging off the couch, precariously balancing on the edge of the cushion, while I cradle Daisy close to me, making sure she has enough space on the inside of the couch.
“What’s going on?” she mumbles, her eyes squinting in the faint light. At the sound of another knock, she scowls and buries her head in my chest. “Make it go away.”
I bite down on my lip, trying to contain the chuckle that threatens to tear through me. I must have failed, because the next thing I know Daisy is pinching my side and trying to push me off the couch.
“Hey, no fair!” I complain.
“The pillow isn’t supposed to move.”
I hitch an eyebrow at her, even if she can’t see me with her face buries in my chest. “Is that all I am to you? A pillow?”
My hands sneak around, finding the soft flesh of her ass, and I squeeze her closer to me.
She squeals and wiggles around, but it only lasts for a blink of an eye before she releases a soft sigh and settles against me again.
I feel an odd sense of satisfaction at the fact that she’s not chucking me off the couch or trying to hightail it out of here like she usually does after a night together.
Another knock tears through the peace, except this time it doesn’t seem to stop.
“Connor McKibben, get your ass up and open this door!” calls a muffled female voice. Daisy tenses in my arms. I feel the shift in her instantly, can almost see that metaphorical wall start to rise back up again. “Connor, you are not leaving me standing outside with a child!”
And just like that I’m tumbling to the floor and watching a half-naked Daisy scurry out of the room. I hear her door close down the hallway before I even have a chance to catch up to what happened. “Fuck.”
I want to chase after her, but there is no way I can get a word across with the ruckus going on outside. I have a vague feeling of how this must look from her side, and trying to explain it while Sarah is trying to break down the door is probably not the best way to handle this situation.
“Connor!”
“Give me a minute!” I call back, shimmying my clothes back on before righting the cushions on the couch.
I pick up Daisy’s things and sheepishly push them under the couch before giving the place one last glance over to make sure that all evidence of what we did here last night have been hidden away.
Good thing I did, because the brunette hurricane that is my sister rips through the doorway before I’ve even gotten the door all of the way open. She swings around halfway down the hallway, two sets of vivid blue eyes finding mine—one pair smaller than the other.
Sarah tightens her grip on Ellie who is trying to lean out of her mom’s hold to get to me. “CeCe!”
“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here until Tuesday.”
“Mom decided to drive over early.”
“You could have called first,” I tell her, reaching for the toddler on her hip.
“I did,” she tells me, sounding exasperated like always. No one does exasperated better than my baby sister. “Like seven times. But apparently you don’t look at your phone anymore.”
“I was busy.” Judging by the way Sarah rolls her eyes at me, she doesn’t believe me. “Where’s Mom?”
“She went to park the car.”
“I’ll go help her with the bags,” I tell her, carefully extracting myself from Ellie’s tight grip on my T-shirt.
She whines when I hand her back to her mom.
“I’ll be back in five minutes,” I tell my favorite person on earth.
The way I exaggerate the word five makes her giggle and I breathe a sigh of relief that we’ve managed to avoid a crying crisis.
Mom has all of the bags by the door by the time I make it down the stairs.
“There’s my golden boy,” she coos when she sees me, pulling me into a hug that practically crushes the air out of me. What she lacks in height she makes up for in strength.
“Let me grab these,” I tell her when she finally releases her hold on me and turns to the bags. I snatch all of them up and follow her up the stairs.
When we get back upstairs, Sarah’s sitting on the floor with Ellie crawling all over her legs. They’re both eyeing Daisy, who is shuffling her feet in the doorway to the living room like she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
All three pairs of eyes swing to me when the first of the three bags I’ve been carrying hit the floor. Ellie beams up at me, Sarah looks like she’s about to put both of us through a third degree, and Daisy has the distinct look of someone getting ready to run for the hills.
“Daisy, meet Sarah. The bane of my existence.”