15. Johnny
15
JOHNNY
“ A unt Winn, I help Uncle Johnny build things.” We did more damage at the store than I ever thought possible—five shopping carts full—having no ungodly idea what all a little boy would need until Lennie and Kenny went down a list that seemed to be a mile long. The only hiccup we ran across was shoe sizes for both Sebastian and Winn. None of us had thought to ask, and when Mom responded, we were already checked out. I decided I’d either order them online or Winn could brave the store with the girls again. I’d been cured from shopping for the next millennia.
“I see that. When did you get home?” Winn’s eyes are going from mine to Seb’s. Asher and Lennie helped me lug everything in, his pregnant wife only carrying the bags that were light enough for Asher’s standards. The service elevator made it a hell of a lot easier to load the big stuff in it, and then the other one, which opened into the foyer we put all of the bags in. From there, Asher helped me bring everything into the apartment before begging off. They had plans with his mom and stepdad. They’d given me plenty of their time, and I couldn’t ask for more. Tysen called while we drove to the furniture store, mentioning he’d meet me at my place to help with whatever I needed. I told him I had it covered but appreciated it all the same. Winnie was still asleep when I left, and with my phone near me at all times staying silent, minus Mom sending a text here and there, I wanted her to get as much sleep as possible, especially with the news Matthew handed over an hour ago.
“A while. It’s after lunchtime,” I reply. Sebastian is sitting between my spread legs. I’ve got my hands on top of his, helping him hold the drill, and we’re working on the bookshelves. Everything else was put together, but at the last minute, when Asher pulled up with a stack of books, mentioning that kids love to read, I veered off to the furniture department.
“You sleep a lot, and she snores.” Sebastian looks over his shoulder at me with a goofy grin on his face, big and toothy.
“I do not,” Winn tells the room, pretending to be offended at being called out. I can see the lifting of her lips as she attempts not to laugh.
“Seb, bud. Love your bluntness, but we gotta be nice to the ladies in our life.” I take my hand off the piece of wood to tousle Sabastian’s hair. “Besides, she doesn’t snore; she breathes, loudly, but only when her favorite nephew has her take him to the park all day.”
“See, Uncle Johnny knows what’s up,” she replies. I watch as she crosses her arms over her chest, hiding the fact she’s braless. Can’t help that her legs are bare, though. I lick my lips. Winn’s gaze snaps to mine, and if not for my eyes taking her in, I’d have never seen the way she presses her sweet-as-fuck thighs together.
“I’m your only. ‘member?” Sebastian states, hitting the button with his finger to activate the drill. I hold it steady so it doesn’t move out of his hand, fall on him, and hurt himself or me in the process.
“Oh, I know.” She props herself against the door frame. I watch as her eyes bounce around the room, taking in the new bed, the dresser, and nightstand. The place we got the rest of the furniture for the house didn’t open in time for me to go there, so I hit another place. Still, it’s decent quality and will last him until he outgrows it. The framed pictures of what we could find are up on the walls, and the bedding is in the washer going through the rest of the cycles as we speak. There’s still more I’m sure I’ve forgotten, but Asher covered a lot of the necessities when it comes to first aid, checking to make sure there are chimes on the doors, smoke detectors, and carbon monoxide monitors, too. The building checks it twice a year, but it doesn’t hurt to have another set of eyes now that we’ve got a toddler in the house. Trent, on the other hand, tried to get me to put a television and gaming system in Sebastian’s bedroom. Yeah, it’s clear he and Kennedy are still new.
There are things you talk to your significant other about; electronics in a kid’s bedroom is one of them. I did snag a handheld gaming system that’s on the learning side. It has games that teach the alphabet, letters, sight words, and even a couple of simple math equations. We’ll see how that goes before we go from there and if we get Sebastian a tablet that’s more like Briar’s.
“Okay, really, how did you get all of this done, and how did I sleep through everything?” The black dress shirt she’s wearing is buttoned from the bottom to the top, but it looks like she didn’t work her way through all of them judging by the expanse of her chest and her tits being pressed together with her arms holding them up.
“I got here a while ago,” Seb says. He’s losing his attention with building this. I drop the drill to the floor and help him to stand. “I play with toys now?” he asks, looking at me. I nod, and he takes off to the corner of his room that has a new toy box, a good starter stack that I hope he doesn’t have in Georgia, but I figure if there are duplicates, Mom’s house could use them. Near his bed is another nook with a bean bag chair and where his bookshelf will be once I get it put together.
“We got a good group of friends, carino. Which, by the way, we’ve got a wedding to go to. Asher and Lennon’s is this weekend. Giving you plenty of time to pick up a dress for yourself and something for Sebastian.” I can see she’s gearing up to talk about something little ears do not need to hear, so I shake my head. She closes her eyes for a minute, and since she’s slept half the day, the ball has been put in motion.
“Sebastian,” Winnie grabs his attention.
“Sí,” he replies, looking from the dinosaurs he’s got staged in different ways. I have to smile; he might have a delay here and there, but one thing is for sure: the boy is a sponge. Two days with my family, and he’s picking up more Spanish than his aunt ever did.
“I’m going to talk to Uncle Johnny in the kitchen. Are you okay in here for a minute?” Mierda, I’m about to get my ass handed to me.
“Okay.” He pauses. “Tío, I play on the tablet?” I wince at his question, worrying Winn will be upset.
“Umm, yeah, we seriously need to have a chat,” Winnie says in her mom voice.
“Sí, sobrino.” He’s already picking up a few of his toys. Mom mentioned he’s really good at putting things away before starting something else unless he’s outside. Then she said he’s balls to the walls and can’t be contained, especially at a park. I guess they did that this morning before coming over, and it took a lot of convincing to get him off the swing.
I stand up, grab the tools, and set the bookshelf off to the side. “Stay away from this, okay?” I tell him. He’s so lost in what he’s doing he doesn’t respond.
“Seb, answer, please.” Winn clears her throat.
“Huh, what you say?” he asks with little boy wonderment.
“Steer clear of this. I won’t be too long, then we’ll finish getting your room set up, okay?” Sebastian nods, and I head for my wife. The minute she’s within reaching distance, my hands go to her hips, my head lowers, and I brush my mouth along her plush lips. Winnie sighs, allowing me to deepen the kiss, tasting her flavor of toothpaste and her. She must have used my toothbrush when she woke up. I figured she would have stopped for coffee and a bite to eat. Guess I was wrong about that.
“Johnny.” Her eyes open, voice soft and sweet.
“Hold that thought.” I grip her hips and lift her up. She almost lets out a squeal but thinks better of it. Instead, she loops her arms around my neck, fingers jacking with my hair. She’s obsessed with my curls. I pull back, knowing this can’t go further, and walk us through the hallway until we’re in the kitchen.
“Give it to me,” I say, plopping her on the counter, crowding her space, wedging myself between her spread thighs. The smooth skin of her legs is on display, and I know if I slid my hand up them, I’d find nothing on her, not a stitch of anything beneath my shirt.
“Holy shit, it’s one o’clock in the afternoon. How long were you going to let me sleep?” she blurts out, looking at the clock on the microwave.
“However long you needed. It’s not lost on me you’ve neglected a few aspects of your life. There’s no reason you can’t take a day for yourself and allow your body what it needs. I had it handled, and whatever I forgot, you can pick up. The clothes and toiletries I picked up for you are in the office. Didn’t want to wake you with making a bunch of noise.” Her face softens, worry leaving her face, and she’s figuring out that even with an added addition in our life, I’ve got her. No, fuck that shit. I’ve got us, all of us.
“I can’t believe everything you’ve done. I’d have helped.” Her fingers are twisting the curls.
“Well aware. Also wanted to do something for you. For years, you’ve been doing it all on your own. Never again.” Her stomach growls with my statement. “Stay.” I turn around, move to the place on the counter with the coffee pot, and pour her a cup, then grab the creamer she prefers out of the fridge, coconut caramel, with a packet of sweetener, grab a croissant, then walk back to her with my hands full.
“Thank you. Those two words aren’t enough. I know I’ve got a lot to still unpack with the aftermath. I’m going to take it day by day, see what happens in Georgia, and go from there.” She takes a sip of her coffee, hair a knotted mess, face still sleep ridden with the lines across her cheek from the sheets, and the only thing she did besides brush her teeth and slip on my shirt was to find me.
“Speaking of Georgia, we’re wheels up tomorrow. Tysen is flying us on a private jet.” She arches her eyebrows while going from her coffee to the croissant, then sinks her teeth into the buttery treat and lets out a moan. Jesús Cristo. “Matthew has already talked to the people up there, scheduling an emergency hearing, and he has no doubt that we’ll be able to make a return trip by tomorrow evening. I’d rather Seb be comfortable, plus we can pack whatever we need instead of shipping it back.”
“He did all that already?” She swallows, reminding me of last night when I watched her swallow my length whole. Mierda. Trying to hold back the need to take this into another room and lock the door is getting harder to control.
“Yep, and the girls want a night out. Which means Mom will have to watch Seb. She can do that here, or he can spend that night at their place, whichever you prefer. It’ll also be happening at the club. The VIP spot is sectioned off, so I can still see you from my office.” I take a moment, allowing her to finish her pastry.
“Okay, he can stay at your parents’ house as long as they’re good with that. Once tomorrow is figured out, I’m going to look at daycares and nip to the gallery to see if my job is available. Highly doubtful with how long I’ve been gone, but it doesn’t hurt to ask.” Winnie could be a stay-at-home aunt/mom; it wouldn’t bother me in the least. Except I know the fight that would ensue. She feels compelled to help where she can. She also likes her independence, and I’m not going to snuff that out.
“They’d be stupid not to take you back.” I grab another croissant then return to my place between her thighs.
“You’re biased, and you were not kidding about putting weight back on me,” she balks yet takes the pastry and has another bite.
“I’m your husband. It’s my job to be on your side. Already told you, but I’ll say it again. I love you no matter what. Except when you’re not eating because stress is worrying you from the inside out. Speaking of, when Mom and Dad brought Seb home, she took one look in the refrigerator and ran out the door. She’s currently dragging Dad to the grocery store and promised a feast for dinner.”
“Looks like it’s a family dinner night,” Winn says, shrugging her shoulders. “Wait, what about work? Don’t you have to be at the club?”
“I’ve got a dynamite manager. I can afford to take a few days off. Also, the guys said they’d pick up where I can’t. Now, everything good to go, questions answered and belly full?” She nods while finishing off the second croissant, then grabs her mug of coffee she set on the counter, probably due to the backs of my hands running up and down the tops of her thighs.
“Yes, do I have time to shower before they get back?” Now my mind is pulling up an image of her dripping wet in the shower. My cock flexes in my jeans, attempting to get hard. I’ve got to shut this conversation down.
“It wouldn’t matter if they were here, and you were doing your thing. Let me grab what I got you. I’ll place it on the bed, then get back in with Sebastian. I don’t like the thought of a power drill in his bedroom with half-built furniture.” Winn’s face softens. Fuck me. “I’m getting another taste. It’ll have to hold me over till tonight, and still, not sure it’ll be enough, mi esposa.” My hands cup her cheeks. I’m thankful her coffee is back on the counter as my mouth meets hers, nipping at her lips, gaining entrance, and tangling my tongue with her. The soft little purrs, the way her hands go to my shoulders, digging in, it’s everything a man could ever dream of. She’s the sunshine on a cloudy day, and I’ll make sure she knows exactly what she means to me every day for the rest of our lives.