Page 71 of Kiss Kiss Bang
“She had kicked off the covers,” he whsipered, locking the doors behind him.
She kneeled on the bed when he spoke, the sheet sliding off her body revealing she was naked. “You checked on my daughter?”
“Yeah. It’s no big deal, just wanted to make sure she was okay.”
“You checked on my daughter.” This time it wasn’t a question. She crawled forward until she was at the edge of the bed and they were practically nose to nose. “You are a good man, Joey.” She reached for his shirt and pulled it up. “The best man I’ve ever met.”
“I’m basically doing it to get into your pants.” He winked, throwing her words back at her, playfully.
She undid his jeans. “That’s not true.” She wasn’t smiling, she was watching him intensely. Something had shifted in her, it was astonishing to watch it happen.
“No, it’s not true,” he admitted. Because it wasn’t. He’d just told her he was falling in love with her. The time for being coy had long since passed.
He’d never—not once—thought himself lonely. But now, in this short time, he couldn’t imagine coming back to an empty house. The chaos, the noise, the cooking, the coloring, Peppa Pig . . . all of it—he would miss it all if they were gone. And he needed her to understand that.
“You like us.” She moved forward and kissed along his collarbone, forcing his head up, her hands roaming his back. “We like you, too.” She moved down, her mouth licking a trail lower and lower until she bit gently at his nipple, her hand tracing down his chest and into his pants until his rock-hard cock was tightly in her grip.
He groaned when she squeezed and quickly pulled his pants down, stepping out of them. Removing her fingers from the tight grip he shuffled the two of them back onto the bed. “Keep touching me.” He put her hand back on him. “Your mouth, I want it on my cock.”
Without hesitation, she got on her knees, her bare ass by his face as she slowly slipped him into her mouth. With a small gagging sound she took him so deep, he felt the back of her throat. It felt so good, he almost thrust his hips up in ecstasy. “Fuuuuck. Again.”
She licked up and down his shaft, loudly, sloppily, deliciously. It sounded like she was licking her favorite ice cream cone. And then she took him in deep again. A few more times and he was going to come. Not wanting to stop the sensation but also wanting to make her feel pleasure, he lifted her and put her pussy right on his face. “Oh my God. What are you doing?” she yelped.
“Shh . . . put my dick in your mouth, darlin’, or I’m gonna come on your face,” he said, burying his tongue deep inside of her. It didn’t take much, a few firm flicks of his tongue on her clit as he pushed two fingers inside of her, and she was contracting and pulsating on his face. Her grip strengthened on his dick at the same time and he came hard in her mouth, completely spent of all his energy.
“Damn,” he said, sleepily. “I haven’t done that in years.”
“Why isn’t 69 a thing anymore? It should be a thing. People should be 69-ing all the time!” She yawned against his thigh and he laughed and moved her so she was tucked underneath his shoulder.
“I think it is a thing, babe. It’s fun and feels fucking great, but not as great as having my cock in you, so let’s make that a thing instead of 69.”
“Sounds like a plan.” She yawned again. “Stay here. Sleep with me.”
“Are you sure? Sophie is in the next room.”
“One of us can leave before she wakes up. Just put on some clothes.” She reached down to the floor blindly and threw his T-shirt to him, but he took it and slid it onto her, then went to his bag, took out some gym shorts, and slid those on. Unlocking the door in case Sophie needed them, he went back to bed with Olivia, feeling sated by the sex, but more than that . . . feeling as if this was exactly where he belonged.
A loud cough and wheezing sound woke them up sometime early the next morning. They were both up and rushing to Sophie’s room a moment later. “Mommy.” She coughed twice. “I don’t feel good.”
“Top drawer of my night table, I have an inhaler. Grab it.” Joey ran to Olivia’s room, grabbed the inhaler, and ran back into the room. “Relax, Joey. She’s okay. Here, honey,” she said, placing the inhaler into the little girl’s mouth and pumping it once and then again.
After a while of rocking her back and forth in her mother’s arms, Sophie’s breathing got better and she fell back asleep. “I may have to take her to the doctor if she wakes up worse.”
“Let’s take her to the ER now.”
“She’s fine, Joey. She’s not wheezing anymore, and her breathing is back to normal.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.”
Joey looked at the clock. It was four in the morning. Sophie would be awake again in two hours.
“Let’s go to bed,” Olivia said, looking tired.
“How often does this happen?”
“What? Allergies, asthma?”
