“Uh-huh.”
“Good.” I smirk, my heart spilling over with happiness. “Welcome home, baby,” I whisper into his hair, his sweetness filling my lungs.
A quick nap and a messy blow job later, and Kayden is bouncing with energy, trying to fit as many of his throw pillows onto our couch alongside mine as he can.
“We should get a second couch,” he muses, adjusting a navy pillow. “They don’t match at all.”
“It looks fine.” I wrap my arms around him from behind, trailing kisses down his neck.
“Don’t distract me. It doesn’t look fine. It looks… ugh. Sit down and let me see how it looks.”
“You want me to be your couch model?”
“Just humor me,okay?”
“Okay, baby.” I plop down in the middle of the couch. Kayden tilts his head, frowning, then gestures with his hand.
“A little to the right,” he directs, and I scoot to the side. “No, not your right, my right.” I do as I’m told, but the frown just builds and builds into a scowl.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s no good. We need to get a second couch. Maybe one of those loveseats?”
I smirk at him, then slap my thigh. “Oh, I’ve got one for you right here, sweetheart. Best loveseat in the state.”
Kayden snorts, his gaze softening as the scowl slowly dissolves. “I don’t know if I like you anymore.”
“Pfft, you like me just fine, sweetheart. Youloooveme,” I sing-song, and Kayden slouches toward me, then jumps into my lap, straddling my thighs, linking his arms around my neck.
“I do,” he admits, then kisses me, his soft lips brushing against mine. I kiss him back, but I don’t let it develop into something more, although my dick is definitely on board. I have other plans.
“I got you something.” I press the words against his lips.
“You did?”
“Mhm.”
“What is it?” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. “Is it big, fat, and drools when it sees me?”
“Fuck, baby.” I grab his ass, stilling his already grinding movements. “No. It’s in my pocket.”
Kayden waggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“I mean my coat pocket, you little brat. Go get it.” He smiles, then climbs off my lap and near-sprints to the hallway. I take a second to adjust myself, coaxing my dick not to get any ideas. I have more important plans.
Kayden appears in the door to the living room, holding a white envelope in his hands. “What is this?”
“Open it.” I didn’t need to print them, but I wanted to see the expression on Kayden’s face when he opened the envelope.
He carefully opens it, and it looks like he’s holding his breath. My heart hammers away in my chest. Kayden pulls out the two tickets, his eyes growing huge. He blinks a couple of times, and when he finally looks up at me, his blue eyes are all watery. “Really?” He whispers.
“Really.” My eyes sting too at how precious he looks this very minute.
“We’re going to seeThe Emberlinein concert?” His voice shakes, tinged with disbelief.
“We sure are, baby.” My cheeks hurt from smiling.
“Tonight?” His expression is almost comical, and I can’t help laughing.