Page 61 of My Soul for Sale

“Just our necessities. I figured we could go back and you can pick any furniture from the house you want here.” Dad comes up the steps and grabs her, picking her up and carrying her into the house.

“Wait! What’s the other surprise?” she shouts over his shoulder.

I follow them inside, shutting the door behind me. Dad sets her down in the middle of the living room, which is still empty.

“I ordered something, and it came today while we were loading up the U-Haul.”

“What did you get?” Dad asks me.

I didn’t even tell him what I was ordering. He saw the UPS guy pull up, but it’s not like we’ve ever been concerned about what the other is buying. I put it on the truck last and offered to close the door so it would stay under wraps.

“I bought us a custom bed that is big enough for all three of us, so you don’t have to switch rooms every night or so.”

“No. I am not sleeping in a bed with you every night. It’s where I draw the line.” Dad crosses his arms, staring at me.

“Why? Sloane can be in the middle and I’m not asking to cuddle.”

“It would be nice to have both of you with me every night. I wouldn’t have to choose who to sleep with and it would free up two bedrooms if you don’t each need your own.” Sloane bites her bottom lip, looking at my dad.

“You two,” he growls. “Just keep pushing me further and further. You know that, right?”

“It’s my nature to push.” Sloane winks.

“Well, then I guess we need to take the bed in the room down and put this new one up so we have a place to sleep tonight.” Dad heads up the stairs and we follow.

I can’t believe we’re all going to live together permanently and that Sloane didn’t even have to beg to get Dad to share a bed.

He’s whipped, and he doesn’t even know it yet.

We unpacked the U-Haul, and while most of our clothes are still in boxes in the living room, we managed to put away our bathroom stuff and set up the bedroom.

I’m lying in the new bed, waiting for Sloane to come out of the bathroom. She wanted to take a shower before bed since she is going to get her food sanitation license tomorrow. The first step of her plan to rule the bar industry is to serve at least pizza at the bar.

So she has to be certified, and she asked us about coming down to see if there is any way to put a kitchen in the back at all. Nothing crazy, but she wants to serve appetizers; the perfect drunk food, as she called it.

The bathroom door opens, and she comes out in nothing but a green towel. My mouth waters at how the towel barely fits around her body.

She walks past the bed to go to the dresser and I snatch her wrist, stopping her and pulling her down onto the bed.

“Atlas!” She laughs.

“Baby, you can’t come into our room in just a towel and think I’m not going to touch and lick every inch of your skin.” I kiss the tip of her nose.

“I like hearing you say our room.” She worries her bottom lip.

“I do too. Now, I need to shower as well, since we were moving all day, but first I want you to come on my tongue.” I roll so I’m on the side of her still, but I’m over her. Dipping down, I kiss her lips as I pull her hand away from the towel.

The worn green fabric falls to her sides, revealing her soft belly and tits. Sloane, being a plus-sized woman, has its benefits; for instance, her left tit falls to the side and the nipple lands directly in front of my lips, begging for me to suck it.

I wrap my lips around her stiff peak and suck it into my mouth, lavishing it with my tongue. She arches her back and I use the movement to slide a hand between her thighs, over her mound, and through her folds.

“You’re already so wet for me. You want my tongue, baby? Want me to lick you till you scream and your other lover comes running?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “Where is he, anyway?”

I move down her body, spreading her thighs and sliding in between them.

“He went to make sure everything was locked up and to get a bottle of water.”

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