Page 94 of Worthy of Sunsets and Second Chances

“I’m coming again,” I tell him.

“Feels so good. Me too, sweetheart,” Eli moans in my ear, and we shatter together, panting and spent.

He slowly pulls out of me, and we watch as his cum leaks from my still-quivering pussy and pools onto the dresser.

We just stare at it for a second, then Eli says, “That is so fucking hot.”

“Yeah it is,” I agree. Then I sweep my fingers through his cum, locking my eyes on his in the reflection while drawing a heart on the mirror. After, I suck my finger into my mouth.

“Dirty girl,” he rumbles and nips my earlobe.

70

Eli

“Are you going to tell me all the details to your multistep plan, or are you just going to drag me along to everything and make me do manual labor when you need it?” Rem asks as we unload painting supplies into Kendra’s spare bedroom.

“Some of the plans are top secret,” I say.

“Thought we weren’t gonna keep secrets from each other anymore.” Rem raises an eyebrow at me.

“Low-fucking-blow, asshole. You know that this is not the same thing at all. And neither was that.”

That being my secret relationship with Kendra and the fact that I had been in love with her for nearly a decade and didn’t tell him. Yeah, I guess he is still a little sore about the whole thing and is going to poke at me about it whenever he can. Can’t say I wouldn’t do the same.

“And you’re positive this is a good idea? That Kendra is going to be okay with us turning this room into a nursery for Wren?” Rem rubs the back of his neck.

“You are such a worrywart. This is a step in the plan. I want to be here with Kendra. She loves the cabin, and I don’t care about my house. It was just a place to go after I had Wren and needed out of that tiny-ass apartment. This is a home. I want it to be our home.” I carefully pour pink paint into the tray.

“Okay, but is it what Kendra wants?”

“Yes, I think so. She just won’t make the first move, won’t ask for what she wants.” I dip the roller in and put the first pass of color on the wall—no going back now.

“That doesn’t really sound like Kendra.” Rem laughs.

“She is excellent at bossing people around and organizing shit. But when it comes to Wren, she holds back. I think she feels like she can’t take over the way she is used to because she is not her biological mother, doesn’t have ‘legal’ say over anything. The hospital situation made that crystal clear, and it was hard.” I push on the roller with more force than necessary thinking about it.

“I’m sorry, man, that sucks. But really, she is basically Wren’s mom. She’s with her all the time, you guys parent her together. She just has to see it that way.”

I tap my finger against my temple. “All part of the multistep plan, brother.”

Rem throws his head back in laughter. “What the hell did you do?”

“I’m playing the long game, and I plan to fucking win.”

“Welcome home!” I yell to Kendra as she walks in her kitchen door a few days later. I twist off a small confetti popper with golden paper and sparkling stars and she laughs.

“I was only at the pottery and home goods fair with Sutton for a week.” Kendra smirks, trying to contain her enjoyment of my enthusiasm.

There is a Welcome Home banner, pink and gold balloons, a huge bouquet of flowers on the kitchen island, sugar cookies I special ordered from the Sugar Cube, and Wren clapping her hands in the high chair next to the table.

“A week is too fucking long, we missed you.” I wrap her in my arms, kissing her sweet lips and enjoying the taste of her berry ChapStick.

“Hulk! Baby ears,” Kendra scolds me.

“I know, sorry.” I glance over at Wren, who’s oblivious and banging a toy on her tray, making cereal puffs fly to the floor in her own personal display of baby confetti.

Kendra laughs, her grin lighting up the room as she makes her way over, taking up Wren in a big hug telling her, “I missed you so much, peanut. Did you have fun with Dada?”