Page 61 of On My Side
I hear the sharp inhalation of her breath, but we don’t jump apart like we should. Which is both wonderful, because touching and being close to her is wonderful, and awful, because there’s a zero percent chance she can’t feel my erection, which is growing at an alarming speed.
“Well,” she breathes, “hello, there.”
“General Kenobi,” I wheeze.
I one hundred percent just cock-blocked myself.
Or… maybe not. She’s still not moving. Should I be the one to move? I don’t want to pull away. Her ass is soft and she’s so close and smells delectable and—
Beep.
We jump apart as her phone alarm goes off and I pull out a chair at the kitchen table, sitting in an attempt to hide my now painfully-hard cock.
“That’s… that’s five minutes, Pipe!” she stammers, fumbling with her phone. Her cheeks are pink and her front teeth are digging into her lower lip. But she doesn’t seem uncomfortable, which I’m counting as a win for me.
Piper slides back into the kitchen in socked feet, Leia securely in her arms. Damn, this cat only lets me hold her when Mercury is in Gatorade or something, but she’s happy as a clam to be carried by Piper.
Audrey barks out a laugh. “Is that…”
“A Princess Leia Halloween costume?” Piper finishes proudly, holding out my cat who is indeed dressed as her namesake, complete with a hat made to look like her famous buns with holes cut out for the cat’s ears. “Yep. I think she likes it more than the toys I got her.”
I eye Leia warily. Son of a bitch, she’s literally being dangled in a dress and hat and she’sstillpurring. The disrespect children show their parents these days.
“Do you like it, Mr. Q?” Piper asks, hope shining in her eyes.
“I love it,” I say, taken aback when I realize it’s true. Idolove it. I love how safe and comfortable Leia is with Piper, even in a Halloween costume, and how happy that makes Piper. “More importantly, I thinksheloves it, too.”
Piper beams with pride and pulls Leia closer into her, nuzzling her head with her cheek. Leia’s purrs increase in volume as she returns the nuzzle, making Piper giggle.
“How about you direct me while I make your pizza so you don’t have to put Leia down?” Audrey asks, grabbing a pizza pan and spreading out one of the balls of dough on it.
Piper starts listing ingredients and I try to focus on what she’s saying. Pineapple. This child likespineappleon her pizza. You’re Italian, Lorenzo, channel your distant cousins’ dismay for the fruit on pizza. Think of how hilarious they’d be yelling about it, how fast they’d be talking, and how chaotically their hands would move. Pineapple on pizza must be considered a mortal sin in Italian culture…
Great. Now I’m thinking about this fantastic piña colada I had last summer which is making me think about how Audrey’s hair smells like coconut which makes me think about how soft it had felt running through my fingers when we…
This backfired.
“Want to make yours, Ren?” Audrey asks after putting Piper’s pizza in the oven.
“No,” I answer pathetically.
Piper is on the floor with Leia, playing with a feather attached to a stick I’ve never seen before. I assume it’s one of the new toys Piper got for Leia.
Audrey’s eyes lower, like she has X-Ray vision and can see through the kitchen table.
“You did this!”I try to scream at her through my expression.“You did this, so you shouldfixthis.”
I’m my own worst enemy, because I’m thinking of Audrey fixing the problem with her hand and mouth.
I stifle a groan and rub my hand over my face. It’s gonna be a long night.
Chapter 22
Ren
Playlist: So It Goes | Taylor Swift
“What do you think?”
