Page 153 of Make Us Yours
“Oh, he’s phenomenal.” Ronnie beams excitedly.
“Then come on up over here. I love a man who can cook.” He winks at me, and I laugh.
I kiss Ronnie one last time before letting go, just as Noah comes up behind her and kisses her neck with his arms around her. “God, you’re fucking sexy. Wanna sneak away to the bathroom for a little bit?” he whispers to her.
She bites her lip with a giggle and nods. He releases her and takes her hand, dragging her away as she looks over her shoulder at me and mouths, “I love you.”
My heart swells as I mouth it back, “I love you, too.”
A few minutes later, Silas comes over to the kitchen. “Where’s Adler?” he asks while grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.
I refrain myself from smiling as I shrug. “I think he went to the bathroom."
“Hm,” he hums as he takes huge gulps of water but then stops and looks around the room as he brings the bottle down from his mouth. “Where’s Ronnie?”
This time my smile breaks free, but I don’t answer.He’ll figure it out.
“No… NO! No, not again! Not my bathroom!” He sets down his bottle and runs to the bathroom on the main floor.
He bangs loud enough for us all to hear and most likely scare the shit out of Vixen and Noah. “GET OUT OF MY BATHROOM! You can’t do that in there! Stop it right now!”
Noah shouts something back that sounds a lot like, “Fuck off.” But it’s a bit muffled by the door.
Silas comes running back into the kitchen. “MINNIE!” Then continues to the group in the living room. “Minnie! They’re going at it! I can hear them! They’re doing it in my bathroom!” he whines to his wife, who’s watching their son play hockey with Greyson and Clay in the mini arena they built at the far end of their living room.I’m definitely getting one of those for my kids, too.
“Just let them be. You remember what it’s like when all you want to do is jump each other at every moment of the day. We were those people, honey.” She brushes him off with the wave of her hand.
“But it’s my bathroom…” He pouts.
“Then put up a sign next time.” I can feel her eyes roll all the way from the kitchen. Sam and I chuckle as we continue preparing the meal.
“Yes! I’m going to make a sign. Right. Now.” He storms back toward us, ripping a drawer open and retrieving a white sheet with a permanent marker. “No more funny business in my bathroom!” he grumbles as he begins to write in huge letters, ‘NO FUCKING IN MY BATHROOM!’
I laugh as I watch him dig the marker into the paper with irritation. “Maybe try something a little less angry and a little more polite. You want people to obey you, not tell you to fuck off.”
“Right, right. Good point.” He grabs another sheet and starts again, this time writing, ‘No fornication in these premises.’ He holds it up for us to see. “Better?”
Sam chuckles. “Much better.”
He grabs some heavy-duty tape and walks over to the bathroom door, taping away at it. I walk over to the hall, needing to see this for myself. Just as he finishes putting up his sign, the door swings open. He glares at them and smacks his hand below the sign on the now open door.
“READ THE SIGN!” he says, then stomps away.
Ronnie comes over laughing. “I think he’s mad.”
“He was seconds away from having a meltdown.” I laugh along with her and wrap my arms around her neck as she places hers on my waist. “You smell like sex,” I tell her, breathing her in.
“Sorry.” She smiles sheepishly.
“Don’t be sorry, it just makes me excited to have my turn.” I kiss her temple. “I can’t wait to get you home and fuck you until you lose your mind.”
“I can’t wait either.” She bites her lip and steps out of my arms, her hand grazing my semi-hard dick as she walks away with a smirk.
Chapter thirty-four
Veronica
Day six out of seven.
