Making Her Wait

by Brianna Cash

  It was the most fun I’ve had sleeping with anyone.

  Also the most frustrating.

  Zeke groans loudly against the floor, either bored with not getting any attention or tired after wearing himself out. Finn is happily bouncing on my knee, clapping his hands on my boobs. Finn’s going to be a boob man when he grows up. I wonder if I’m the first girl he’s felt up besides his mom and grandmother.

  “What’re our plans for this morning with these two screamers?”

  “Are you a screamer?” Walker chuckles, a curious glint in his eyes. This isn’t the first time he’s asked that particular question. It also isn’t the first time I’ve evaded answering him.

  “Definitely not today. Zeke’s screamed enough for all of us today,” I very expressively tell Finn as he watches my face. He leans forward, putting his tiny little hands on my cheeks and laughing when I puff them up with air to push his hands out.

  Walker arches an eyebrow, but I still leave his question unanswered. Tilting the empty coffee mug towards me, he watches as I nod, answering that silent question, and he gets up to make us another cup. “Reese said she’d be here around nine for these little monkeys. I bet she shows up early, though. When I asked if this was their first overnighter, she teared up and told me it was.”

  “Mommy’s coming?” Zeke asks excitedly, watching Walker from his spot on the floor.

  “She is. In a couple hours. What do you wanna do until then?”

  “Play blocks.” He’s a stubborn one, that Zeke. Still stuck on those dirty blocks.

  “As soon as we clean up breakfast, we’ll play blocks.”

  Zeke sighs and rolls his eyes. He must not be a big fan of the cleanup game.

  He doesn’t help us, but he stays out of the way as Walker and I clear the plates and load the dishwasher. Walker lets his hand rub along my back as he walks by, sweeping the hair off my shoulder before kissing my neck while I’m rinsing off the plates in the sink. Then he leans on the counter, waiting for me to finish up while he watches me with that beautiful smile and delicious coffee.

  Taking a sip of that coffee, I realize it’s not delicious. He made it the way he likes it this time.

  Call me a sucker, but I still like sharing coffee with him enough to drink it the way he makes it.

  “Zeke, go get the blocks,” Walker instructs his nephew. “The rest of us will be in as soon as we’re done here.” As soon as Zeke is out of sight, I’m in Walker’s arms with his mouth warm and insistent on mine. Finn is back on Walker’s hip, but he only squirms, wanting down or attention. Right now, he’s not getting either. Walker’s giving me all his attention and I’d be ok with all of us going down. Finn to his pack and play, and me and Walker on each other. But Walker’s not gonna let that happen. No matter how hard I beg him.

  Plastering myself against the only other adult in this house, I let Walker know with my body just how much I like him in my space this early in the morning. He gets the message loud and clear, telling me with his body that he really appreciates me sharing my space with him this early in the morning. We might be on the verge of getting a little carried away when the sound of wooden blocks crashing against each other makes it way to us in the kitchen, and we finally break apart. But not before he whispers in my ear how much he wants me right now.

  Join the club, Friend.

  I’ve wanted him that much since the first time he kissed me.

  I didn’t miss the fact that Walker didn’t tell me what he’s planning on doing after Reese picks up the kids. I’d love to say I thought his plan was to do me, but I’ll settle for him just sticking around for a while.

  After a half-hour, I’m all blocked out. Zeke is not. He loves these new blocks. Walker’s lying on his side on the floor, mostly watching Zeke push the blocks around the carpet before adding them to the growing tower he’s building. Finn is doing his own thing with a very noisy xylophone toy, sitting near Walker’s knees.

  “I think I’m gonna hop in the shower… You got these rascals for a bit?” I ask. His eyebrows shoot up and I hope he’s thinking about what it would be like to join me.

  “Yeah, I got ‘em,” he grumbles, clearly not happy about my plans.

  “Would you want to tell me where you hid something last night, that would make my shower a lot more… satisfying?”

  Walker chuckles, insisting he’s definitely not telling me where he hid anything. I sulk my way up the stairs to shower alone with no toys. At least he can’t stop me from finding a release by myself the old-fashioned way this morning.

  Coming down the stairs a half-hour later, I’m fully dressed and somewhat satisfied. Walker obviously doesn’t like my wardrobe choice, probably because I’m now wearing a bra, and clothes that cover a lot more of my skin. Or maybe he’s glaring at me because of my orgasm-induced flushed cheeks and much more relaxed mood.

  I gave him plenty of opportunity to help me take care of it and he chose not to. What did he think was going to happen?

  Walker’s talking about going upstairs to take his own shower when someone knocks on the door. Reese is early. Zeke throws himself into his mother’s arms and she wipes away tears as she hugs him tight. Steve follows her in, and I’m so glad I showered and got dressed before they arrived.

  Walker’s still shirtless in sweatpants that hang low on his hips, making me think of all kinds of ways to touch every square inch of him.

  I kinda hope he stays shirtless. Like, forever.

  Steve and Walker bumps fists while Steve thanks him for giving him a night alone with his wife. Walker happily tells him we’d love to do it again sometime.

  Reese dries her tears, turning to me, asking, “Were they good? Did they sleep? I was so worried about them all night. I’m sorry we’re early, but I just couldn’t wait to make sure they were ok.”

  “They were perfect. Zeke threw a little fit this morning, but other than that, he was great. Finn is an angel. If he was up in the middle of the night, Walker got him because I didn’t hear a thing.”

  “He usually sleeps all night. Zeke never did till he was almost two, but Finn’s a good sleeper.”

  Reese holds her youngest up to blow on his belly and he squeals in joy, laughing forever. It’s a beautiful sound and as soon as they leave, this house is going to suddenly be very, very quiet.

  “God, I missed these boys,” she says, hugging them both to her chest. Zeke struggles to get out of her grasp, just so he can continue playing with the blocks, his joy at being with him mom again entirely forgotten.

  Oh, crap. The blocks!

  Glancing up in horror, I watch Steve pick up one labeled truth, reading the words on other side. He side-eyes Walker before picking up another one and reading that. Then another. And another.

  “Interesting game you’ve decided to let a four-year-old play with.”

  I wait for Reese to see what they’re talking about while watching Walker trying to hide a smile. He tells his brother in law, “I hear it’s a real blast.”

  In my head, I kick him in the shin.

  In real life, I tell Reese I’m going to go upstairs and collect the boys’ things from Callie’s room. She offers to help, and I tell her to just relax. I honestly just need a minute to myself before she sees that damn game and hates me again.

  Luck is on my side this morning. Reese doesn’t notice the blocks, and Walker doesn’t put on a shirt.

  He attacks me with his mouth as soon as we’re alone. He half pushes me to the couch. Only half because I’m also dragging him there. When the back of my legs hit the cushions, I let myself sink down, pulling him with me, until I’m on my back with him above me. With his mouth still fused to mine, my hands explore his very naked chest, back and arms as he pushes my shirt up to the bottom of my boobs and splays his large hands across the bare skin of my back.

  I really like this skin on skin thing. A lot. I want more of it.

  Before he can stop me, I pull my shirt over my head, then cover his surprised mouth with my own. It on
ly takes a fraction of a second until he kisses me back, shoving his knee between my legs, causing a moan to burst from my lungs at the rough friction. Then he finally lowers his chest onto mine.

  Mmm, yes. If only I didn’t have this damn bra on, we’d be skin on skin from the waist up.

  See? I don’t need everything. I’m not rushing this. I just want his skin on mine. As much of it as I can get.

  “How hard did you come in the shower?” he asks, his lips trailing over my collarbone.

  “Not as hard as I would have if you’d been there,” I breathe, running my hands over his head, through his thick, dark hair, making it stand up on end. He somehow looks even more attractive like this. Maybe it’s just knowing that he slept here, he’s just out of my bed, and it’s my hands that gave him that look.

  “If you’d waited, I might’ve. You tortured me all morning, G! Running around in those little shorts with nothing on underneath. The way your nipples got hard in that cami every time I kissed you, or a dirty thought entered your head… You think a lot of dirty thoughts, G.”

  “They all involve you, Friend.”

  He moans, taking my mouth again. He’s torturing me now, and I can’t take it. I’ve gotta at least try. Wiggling my hands between us, I pray he thinks I’m trying to touch him. Instead, I unclasp the front of my bra and pull the cups to the side, hearing his sharp intake of breath when he realizes what I just managed to do without him stopping me.

  “Genny,” he scolds, reaching to cup a breast with each hand.

  “Lord, yes,” I whisper. “I just wanna feel you. Your skin on mine. Nothing else, I swear.”

  “I can’t do that, G.”

  Huffing out a sigh, I accept defeat and close my eyes. He moves off me, probably to cover me with my shirt or push my bra back into place or something to ruin the amount of skin to skin contact we were achieving.

  When his lips close over my nipple, I gasp loudly in the silence of the room, totally shocked.

  “There’s no way I can see these beautiful tits and not taste them.”

  I hold his head in place over my chest with my hands fisted in his hair. My head falls back, and I push my chest into him, lost in the feelings that are taking over my entire being.

  Walker Kelley does things to me. He makes me feel things that are so intense it’s like I’ve been living underwater my entire life. The moment he kissed me that first time, he hauled me up from the deepest, darkest part of the ocean, and I’m now experiencing everything he does to me at a level I’ve never felt with anyone else. A level I never even knew existed.

  The thought that he’s so different from everyone else I’ve ever known makes me dizzy, even with my eyes closed.

  Walker picks me up, holding me in his arms as he sits on the couch and pulls me down to straddle him. His mouth is back on mine, his hands on my boobs as I push myself down to feel that beautiful cock of his between my legs.

  “I can’t have sex with you, G. Not yet. But I wanna watch you come on me again.”

  I don’t need any more of an invitation than that. Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I let my hips take over, feeling him so hard and so close to where I need him. I reach under my clothes, opening my folds as much as I can, so I can feel even more of him. Walker groans when he watches my hand disappear inside my shorts, his fingers tightening on my nipples.

  I pull my hand up and rub my wet fingers across his bottom lip, so very close to coming undone at how dark his eyes are while he watches me move on him. When his tongue moves hesitantly over my fingers, slowly sucking them into his mouth, my eyes close involuntarily, and I prove myself a liar as I scream out his name in ecstasy.

  I’m totally a screamer…

  When my body stills, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close, so I feel nothing but glorious skin on skin from our waists up. His hand strokes my hair and I let out a sigh as I lay against him.

  “The next time we do that, can we wear less clothes?”

  Walker presses a kiss to my head, laughing out loud as he lets his hands slide down my back and inside my shorts. He grips my ass, squeezing gently before picking my bra up from the couch beside him. “Probably not,” he sighs, pulling the straps of my bra over my shoulders. “Let’s get you somewhat covered before I lose control again.”

  Pouting, I deliberately sit up, so he gets a good look at what he wants covered. “Aw, Genny,” he breathes, moving his hands to feel me again.

  “Let’s go upstairs and take a nap instead.”

  “Are you really gonna sleep? Or just tempt me?” he murmurs, his eyes watching his thumbs run lazy circles around my nipples, which are quickly turning into taut peaks once again.

  “Why don’t you take a shower? Find your own release, since you don’t want to find it with me, then crawl back in my bed and we’ll sleep. I was really hoping to wake up with you, but instead, I woke up with a little blue-eyed monster prying my eyes open.”

  “He can be a monster, can’t he?”

  Walker leans down to flick one nipple with his tongue. Arching my back, my breast gets shoved into his mouth and he smiles against my skin.

  “I think you shouldn’t talk about your nephew with your mouth on my boob, Friend.”

  “I think I can feel how wet you are through my pants, G, and it’s driving me insane.”

  “You’re more than welcome to take off your pants, so you can feel it firsthand. In fact, take off all your clothes and just sit there. I’ll find a way to make us both feel good.”

  Groaning against me, he raises his head to claim my mouth, pulling me back down against him as his tongue tangles with mine. “Ok,” he whispers against my lips.

  My eyes open in astonishment, unable to believe he finally gave us the go-ahead. When he sees my reaction, he chuckles, making my chest vibrate with his amusement. “Ok, I’ll take a shower and we can nap. Not, ok I’ll sit here naked while you do what you want. I guarantee neither one of us will be just sitting still when I let you have your wicked way with me.”

  “When’s that gonna happen?”

  “I don’t know. But we’re definitely getting closer; I don’t know how much longer I can resist you.”

  “I don’t know why you resist me at all.”

  “That’s part of the problem, G. I keep forgetting why I’m trying to.”

  Pulling the straps back off my shoulders, I throw my bra on top of my shirt on the floor. Callie isn’t here, and I have a very hot, very hard man on the couch with me. I really don’t see the need for all these clothes. I kiss him slowly before climbing off a very turned-on Walker and walking topless up the stairs. While he’s in the shower, I’ll change out of these shorts and into clean underwear, but that’s all I’ll be wearing for our nap. Feeling as much of Walker’s bare skin against mine is my new mission in life.

  When Walker comes to bed after his shower, he doesn’t complain about my choice in sleepwear. Instead, he slides the front of his body tight against my back, throws an arm over me, and quietly chuckles as his hand very firmly cups my breast.

  Genny

  Waking up the second time today is so much sweeter than the first. Not that Zeke waking me up was bad, it was just early, and I had been hoping to find Walker in bed with me. Now, there’re no small children in my house and the best kisser in the world is pressing his very hard erection into my ass, as his fingers ever so lightly rub my nipple.

  I wonder if he’s awake and fully conscious of what he’s doing. Or maybe he’s having a really good dream starring the one and only me. That’s a fun thought.

  Carefully pushing my arms up and my legs down, I stretch gently while still in the warm, delicious circle of Walker Kelley. I could wake up like this every day for the rest of my life and be a very happy girl.

  “Mmm. Do that again,” his gruff voice commands.

  This time, I’m not as careful. I stretch a little farther, pushing my ass hard against him, my boob directly into his waiting hand. I’m rewarded with a low groan, deep in his ch
est. His fingers flex on my boob and he lands his mouth on my shoulder, biting me as I cry out in surprise.

  It doesn’t hurt, it’s more shocking... But Lord, does it turn me on.

  “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asks. His elbow is resting on my hip and he holds me in place as he pushes that fantastic feeling erection even harder against me.

  “I have a pretty good idea,” I murmur lazily. Wiggling my hips, just a little, I hear another groan push past his lips. My hand covers his, moving it on my boob, torturing myself like I just did to him. When I pull his hand up to my mouth, his face moves over my shoulder, watching me. Taking my time, I slowly lick a long, wet line up his palm and return his hand to my boob, sliding that wet flesh across my taut nipple and pushing into it.

  “Christ, G. You’re making it so damn hard,” he complains directly into my ear, his voice on edge. I wonder if I can push him over that edge. How far can I get him to go with me, right here, right now?

  “I know,” I murmur, wiggling my hips against him again. “I can feel you.”

  “Not what I meant, but yeah. That, too.”

  “I can make it better for you,” I half tell, half ask him. While he’s thinking that over, I move his hand south, sliding it down my stomach, inching us towards the waistband of my lace underwear.

  “Genny,” he warns, his voice soft in my ear. But he wants this. I can feel it in the way his hand doesn’t stop mine. When my hand slows, his doesn’t. It moves over the satin and lace, right down to that sweet spot between my legs, where his fingers explore exactly how wet I am underneath the fabric keeping him from really touching me.

  Holding his hand in place, I roll onto my back and let my legs fall apart. I want to see him. I want to see his face when he touches me for the first time. And when he’s lost in watching just how much his touch affects me, I want to touch him.