She throws a look of contentment my way, patting Eli’s back as he lays on her chest. “Isaiah took them to get sno cones. He has his license now, you know, and he’s really a good driver. Amos has been teaching him for a year now. He won’t even listen to music if he has his siblings with him.”
That boy is going to be a heartbreaker when he’s older. He’s been working out lately, and it shows. He’s freakin’ ripped.
Amos and Mercy stay for another fifteen minutes, but when both babies start to fuss, they say their goodbyes so Connor and I can get the twins fed and down for a nap.
Bellies full, my precious babies fall to sleep easily. They had a busy day today, as did we. With a final glance to their sleeping faces, Connor leads me to the couch and pulls me onto his lap. “Kiss me, woman.”
I press my lips to his, grateful for the quiet time. “Whatever are we going to do while they’re sleeping?”
“Hmm.” Goosebumps raise the hair on the back of my neck at his low tone. “I have a few ideas. Especially now that Dr. Lawrence gave us the green light. I’ve missed this pussy.”
“And I’ve missed you being in my pussy. What the—?” I growl. “You just smacked me!”
“I did. And you’re in trouble. Six weeks was long enough for you to forget that this ismypussy. Looks like I’m gonna have to refresh your memory.” Fingers walk up the length of my leg, headed for the juncture of my thighs. “Class is now in session, Rosanna. Pay attention to the teacher.”
Role play.Oh, yes. “Yes, Professor Shay. Do I need to stay after school for some private tutoring, too?”
“Fuck, yes.” A stinging nip grazes my ear. “And what do you know? School just let out for the day.”
I shift to straddle him, feeling his hardness grow beneath me as he grips my ass. “But what about my parents? They’ll be wondering where I am. I’m supposed to come straight home after school.”
“Oh, little kitten...fuck your parents. And you will be coming,” he promises darkly. “Straight onto this dick.”
At that, we both burst out laughing. “That was pretty cheesy, Connor.”
“It was, wasn’t it?”
The ringing of our doorbell interrupts the kiss he leans forward to give me. “I’ll get it,” Connor says, easily shifting me to the couch. He opens the door to Isaiah and the twins. “Hey, guys.” Isaiah gets a chin dip and the kids get high fives. “What are you doing here?”
Isaiah leans nonchalantly against the door frame, baseball cap flipped backward on his head. “We just got done with sno cones.” They certainly did. Malachi and Maddox have bright blue stains on their faces and clothes. I smother a grin. Mercy’s going to be so happy to see that. “And we wanted to stop by and maybe see the babies for a little bit?”
“Y’all are welcome to come in, but they just fell asleep.”
“Isaiah.” Maddox pulls on his older brother’s arm to whisper something in his ear.
“Ahh...okay, little guy.” Isaiah straightens and gestures Connor closer with a slightly green face. “Uhh...he needs the bathroom. Says he’s gotta do...you know.”
“Me, too!” Malachi pipes up.
If possible, Isaiah turns even more green and pulls at his collar. “Uncle Connor,” he nervously begins. “I don’t know how—you’ve been changing diapers. You can help them out, right?”
Connor stares him dead in the eye and shakes his head in disbelief. “Come on in and shut the door. This way, boys.” They follow him down the hallway, and I can hear him say with just a smidgen of worry in his own voice, “Youdoknow how to wipe yourselves, don’t you?”
Isaiah collapses into a chair and manspreads his legs. “How you doing, Aunt Rosanna?”
I’m an aunt. I’m a freaking aunt now to five kids, and a mother to two. “I’m good, thanks.”Your uncle and I were just about to have sex before you interrupted us.“So, your mom said you have your license now. Do you have a car or a truck?”
“A car. Honda Civic. I’m saving up my money so I can buy a truck, though.”
That’s right. I remember Amos mentioning that he was showing his son the ropes for possibly taking over a side business he and Mitchell owned. Something with their initials in it. “Trucks are good. Something big like Connor’s?” We might get another vehicle after the twins are a little bigger, but for now, the penny-pincher in me doesn’t want to squander Connor’s money on another car when we manage just fine with his truck.
“Yes, ma’am.” Isaiah’s eyes run over me, but not in a disrespectful way. I know I look completely different now that I’m not pregnant anymore. He leans forward, a calculating expression on his face as he rests his chin in his hand.
Good Lord, I wonder if I can talk Connor into wearing a baseball cap backwards like that.
“So, now that you’ve had the babies, I’m dying to know. How did Uncle Connor take you? He never would tell me.”
“Take me?” I glance at him funnily. “What do you mean?” Now he sounds like a little perve. Surely he doesn’t mean sex positions.
