My eyebrows shot up. She didn’t normally tell me what to do. Still, I knew better than to ignore her, so I did that thing with my hips. She locked her ankles behind me as her pussy contracted around my cock. Then she held her breath as her pleasure peaked.
“Oh my gosh, that was good,” she panted. Then she caressed my face. “I love you so much right now.”
“I love you too.”
“Mmm, I know. I can feel it. Are you ready to come?”
“You still haven’t said where you want it.”
“I was hoping you’d forgotten that,” she grumped.
“No, sorry.”
“Fine.” She took a deep breath and made one of her attitude adjustments. “Here goes. Please, sir, will you shoot your hot jizz in my mouth?”
I barked a laugh.
“What?”
“Jizz,” I said. “I’ve never heard you use it before.”
“So? I like the way it feels in my mouth.”
“Mmm, I bet you do.”
“Will you?” she repeated. “Shoot it in my mouth?”
“Of course.”
“I thought you’d see it my way.”
* * *
I opened my eyes and blinked to clear them. Light from the hall shone through the open door. Christy had gone back to her own room a couple of hours earlier, so I was a little surprised that she’d returned.
“Again?” I said with a stretch. “What time is it?”
“Time for you to get up,” a man said. Then he realized what I’d asked. “You little shit stain!”
I rolled out of bed and readied for a fight.
Rich instantly dropped into a defensive crouch.
Neither of us moved.
“What’re you doing here?” I said at last.
“Mom sent me to ask what you want for breakfast. Why? Who were you expecting?”
“None of your business.”
“Yeah, right. What kind of idiot do you think I am?”
“That’s a pretty long discussion.”
“Are we gonna fight instead?” he mocked. “Right here?” He didn’t wait for an answer before he straightened and lowered his guard. It was a dominance move, pure and simple, to show that he wasn’t afraid of me.
Two could play that game. I relaxed and said, “Did you know I dated a psych major before Birdy?”
“What’s that have to do with anything?”
“You tell me.” I knelt by my backpack for a fresh pair of underwear. Then I stood and looked at him with a slight frown. “Oh, I’m sorry. I completely forgot why you were here. Tell your mom I’d like the usual for breakfast.”
His eyes narrowed.
Mine widened with a question. “Was there anything else?”
He forced a laugh. “Breakfast at oh eight thirty. Sharp.”
“Roger that.”
* * *
Christy stuck her head out of the kitchen almost as soon as I joined Harold and Rich in the dining room. She gave me a quick smile and then immediately ducked back through the door.
“He’s here,” she said to her mother as it swung closed.
I glanced at my watch and waited for the second hand to sweep around. “Oh eight thirty,” I said. “Sharp.”
“Coffee’s on the buffet,” Harold said with a nod. “I know. But one day you might say yes.”
Christy appeared from the kitchen with two glasses of orange juice. She made a point to give Rich a stony look before she walked around her father at the head of the table. Her attitude changed completely as she handed me a glass. She smiled and stretched upward for a kiss. Then she rounded the table and set Rich’s glass just out of reach. Harold let out a soft chuckle as she disappeared into the kitchen.
“Looks like you annoyed her,” he said to his son.
“Why? I didn’t do anything. I didn’t even touch him.”
“I don’t think that’s the point.”
“Why do you even let him stay here?” Rich asked hotly. “You know what he and Birdy—”
“That’s enough.”
“But, Dad! He and Birdy—”
“Richard! I said, that’s enough.”
Christy reappeared from the kitchen with two plates. She waited for me to slide into a seat next to her father. Then she gave me a sunny smile, set an omelet and toast in front of me, and kissed my cheek.
She headed back to the kitchen with the other plate, although she pretended to remember it at the last moment. She practically tossed it in front of Rich. The toast bounced off and skittered across the table, which didn’t even make her pause. She banged through the kitchen door instead.
“Oh, boy,” Harold chuckled. “You really annoyed her this time. Hell hath no fury…” He sipped his coffee and shook his head in amusement.
The door hadn’t even stopped swinging before Anne came through. She smiled at me and then took in the scene, from her husband’s smirk to Rich’s toast on the table. She glanced at my own breakfast plate, and her eyes narrowed as she figured out what must have happened. She controlled her temper and smiled for my benefit.
“Sorry to wake you up,” she said. “But we’re going to start working on lunch in a few minutes. I wanted to make sure you and Rich had something to eat before we do.”
“Thank you very much,” I said.
“Yeah, thanks, Mom,” Rich agreed.
“I have more toast coming for you,” she told him. “And fruit and cereal if you want.”
“I ate breakfast earlier,” he said, “so this should be fine. Thanks, Mom.”
She nodded once, smiled at me again, and then turned on her heel. “Christine Marie Carmichael,” she said as she banged into the kitchen the same way her daughter had.
“Sorry for World War III,” Harold said to me, “but Anne has a rule about being polite, even if— no, especially if one of the boys did something to start it.”
“I didn’t start a thing!” Rich protested. “Mom asked me to get his breakfast order. That’s exactly what I did.”
“Then why does Birdy think otherwise?”
“How should I know? Ask her.”
Harold merely chuckled, and I understood where that part of Danny’s personality had come from.
Rich gestured angrily at me. “Why’s he even here?”
“You know why. Birdy invited him.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Yes, I am.”
“No you aren’t. You don’t like him any more than I do.”
“You’re wrong there, son. I like him just fine.”
“But—!”
“No buts, Richard.”
“He’s a pantywaist!”
“I don’t think so.”
“He isn’t even in the military!” Rich glared daggers at me. “What’s the matter with you? Don’t you love your country?”
I blinked in surprise. “Of course I do. I want to build things and make it stronger.”
He scoffed.
“Amateurs discuss tactics—” Harold began.
“Yeah, I know,” Rich snapped. “The professionals discuss logistics. I studied Napoleon too, Dad.”
“Then you know that logistics start with security at home.”
I blinked in surprise. He’d paraphrased something I’d said to him.
“Fine, whatever,” Rich said. “My food’s getting cold.” He cut a bite of omelet but then angrily tossed his fork. It struck the plate and bounced onto the table. “Fuck it. I’m going for a walk.”
He stood and left through the door to the hall as Christy emerged from the kitchen. She looked thoroughly chastened until she spotted Rich.
“Where’s he going?”
“Out for a walk,” her father said. “Why don’t you go with him.”
She shot me a questioning look.
“Go.”
She ran after him. “Rich, wait!”
He slammed the front door, but Christy opened it and closed it again, more quietly.
“Sorry you had to hear that,” Harold said. “Rich means well, but he’s always been protective of Birdy. Maybe even overprotective, although you didn’t hear that from me. It’s worse since Laurence was killed.”
“I understand.”
“And I meant what I said earlier. I like you just fine. No, you aren’t what I’d imagined for Birdy, but I’d have to be blind not to see how happy she is. That’s all I ever wanted. She has a good head on her shoulders, and at some point we need to trust her to use it.”