Page 86 of Tight End

“It’s okay, buddy.” June rubs his back, and a worried look passes between us.

“How about we get you all cleaned up?” I ask him softly, edging toward my room and more specifically my shower. “How does that sound?”

He doesn’t respond, just nods his head, and I pick up the pace. June is beside me, only breaking away when we get to the bathroom to turn on the shower.

Oliver is clinging to me. The vomit between us is so warm, and I’m half afraid that if I lift him from my chest, I’ll splash it all over the bathroom. Plus, I don’t dare move him. Not now.

June lifts her brows, gesturing to the two of us. “Did you want to try to get undressed?”

I would love it, but I don’t see how it’s feasible. “I don’t want to jostle him too much. I’ll get him undressed once we get everything washed off.”

Without wasting another second, I get in the shower, holding Oliver under the warm spray. He looks up as the water hits his back, his tired eyes glancing around and then down at our shirts.

“I frowed up.”

“You sure did.” I pull him away just a touch, just enough to wash away the vomit clinging to us. “Got me really good too. But it’s okay. We’ll get you all clean, and then you can go back to bed.”

“I’m tired.” Oliver yawns and lets me pull the shirt from his torso. “But my tummy feels better.”

Mine doesn’t. But at least I don’t have hunks of chicken and vegetables clinging to my shirt anymore.

June runs out of the bathroom, then comes back with a few towels and fresh clothes for the both of us. Together we manage to take off the rest of Oliver’s soaked clothes and get him clean and vomit-free. She snags him from my hands and wraps him in a towel.

“All right. All clean. Let’s get you in some fresh pajamas and into bed. Daddy will be right behind us.”

The two of them leave my bathroom, and I’d love to say I undressed and cleaned up without incident, but that would be a lie. As soon as I pull the shirt off my head, I get another whiff of vomit and throw up all over the shower floor and my jeans.

Fuck me.

I’m going to need to wipe down the entire house.

FORTY-TWO

Ryan

I walkinto my front door and freeze. My mouth dries out, my dick is instantly standing at attention, and holy fuck.

June is naked. June is naked in the living room. She’s facing me, standing on one leg with her arms lifted at her sides, giving me a perfect view of her body.

Is it my birthday?

Christmas?

Is it possible this is a side effect from the stomach flu and this is all in my head? I really fucking hope not. We’ve spent the last two days sicker than shit, and if this is a delusion, I’m going to cry.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?” Her coy smile does things to me, and as she moves her arms above her head, my cock jerks. Her perky tits are right there. Literally right there and I need them in my mouth now.

I close the distance between us. My shirt’s off, thrown somewhere on the floor, followed by my shoes. “Oliver?”

She shakes her head. “He’s with my dad.”

“Thank fuck,” I manage to grit out before dropping to my knees in front of her. “Be a doll and hold that pose for me.”

I don’t give her a second to react. I can’t.

Not with lust burning beneath my skin, its intensity so great it threatens to consume me. I feel like I’ve been waiting years for another taste of her, and there’s no way I can wait another second.

With a groan, I run my hands up her legs, taking the one cocked in the air and resting it on my shoulder. “Who’s the only one that’s ever licked this pretty pussy?”

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