He got them all in, dumped the diaper bag on one of his armchairs, kept the kid held to him and headed to the kitchen, saying, “Think I got all you need to make your guac, sp?tzchen, so get on that.”
He jerked his head to the ingredients he’d left on the island, the stuff he saw her use when she’d made it.
She was twisted toward him, inside the door of his fridge, putting the pie in, and she’d taken off her hat and sunglasses.
She looked to the island, again to him, and she smiled.
Her smile, aimed at him from her standing in the open door to his fridge, hit him like a rocket.
Christ, if there was a definition somewhere of the whole package, she would be it.
The pie she put in his fridge he had no doubt would be fantastic. She never failed to make him want to fuck her in whatever she wore, even if it was another man’s pajama bottoms. She’d made her home on her own, stamping it with all that was her in a way that was confident so it was also impressive. To have that, she had to be good at what she did at work. Her sister was loving and loyal and their relationship was tangibly close and strong. She treated her pets better than some people treated their children. That smile could brighten the depths of a mine shaft. And she was a woman who got off on letting him fuck her ass as he ate her pussy and she sucked his dick, losing herself so much in it, after he’d taken her there, she nuzzled his cock with the same adoration she sucked it. She did that, and when they weren’t in that zone, she was shy and prissy.
He’d almost lost his shot at that.
He’d almost fucked it up.
And holding her nephew and taking in her smile, Johnny swore to himself he wouldn’t do dick to let the promise of her slip through his fingers again.
He swore that and he swore he was taking his woman camping the first chance he got.
He forced himself to turn away from that smile, held Brooks to him as the kid tried to pull his beard out by the roots, and put the lids on the containers of meat and shoved them in the fridge.
“So he doesn’t leave bald patches on your hot guy cheeks, give him to me. We’re checking out that fab-you-las water wheel. That way, you can suck face with my sister and I don’t have to witness it. With that over, we can get on with our day,” Addie declared, pulled Brooks out of his arm and gave her sister a jerk of her head Johnny’s way before she walked across his space, out the door and down the balcony toward the water wheel.
He was watching her sister, but that wasn’t the only reason Iz took him by surprise as she bum rushed him into the corner of the countertop in the kitchen. Mostly the reason was that he didn’t think she had it in her.
Another part of the whole package.
Eliza Forrester was full of surprises.
He was smiling down at her and just sliding his hands from her waist down to her ass when she took hold of his head on both sides, pressed into him, got up on her toes and laid a wet, heavy one right on his mouth.
Johnny took over, yanking her deeper into him and up, using her ass to do it. He took the sweet, little noise she made down his throat and the kiss got serious.
He was semi-hard but fully cognizant of the fact he had no place to do it and not enough time to offer her a quick fuck when he pulled his mouth from hers.
“Whatever I did to earn that, you gotta tell me, baby, so I can do it again,” he muttered.
She stared right into his eyes and replied, “You’re the best, Johnny Gamble.”
He had a feeling he knew what this was about so he skated his hands up to wrap his arms around her waist but kept holding her close when he whispered, “I just carried him up the steps, Iz.”
He knew he’d got it right when she said, “Her shoulders are sloped from lugging that diaper bag around, honey. Something little to you is something big to her and she’s my sister so it’s big to me too.”
He gave her a squeeze. “You can pay me back by making your guac.”
“Oh, I’ll pay you back, but the guac will only be part of it.”
That got her another squeeze and he put his lips to hers. “Lookin’ forward to what you got planned, sp?tzchen.”
“Okay, ugh. Hurl. Your time is up,” Addie announced, and he looked beyond Izzy to see her sister coming in the door. “And just to say, it’s dog bath day since those beasts have decided to frolic in the creek.”
“Oh no,” Izzy murmured.
He gave her another squeeze before letting her go, setting her gently away and telling her, “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll hose ’em down when they’re done messing around.”
She gave him a grateful look and moved toward the island.
“I need a bowl, a knife, a spoon and a cutting board,” she declared.
He got her what she needed as well as another big bowl. He grabbed the bag of chips that was also on the island, opened them and dumped them in.
“This place is da bomb-diggity-bomb-bomb,” Addie stated, and he looked to her to see that Brooks was motoring around the floor of Johnny’s space and she was at the island. “But not to cast aspersions on your manhood, how do you not only have the most kickass furniture I’ve ever seen but also,” she pointed to the large white chip bowl with its uneven top edges, “kickass stoneware?”
“The furniture, me. The other shit, Margot showed one day and declared the plastic stuff I bought at Walmart when I moved out of my dad’s place at nineteen had to go, and I had no choice since she’d already made it gone and this shit was in its place.”
Addie took a chip, shoved it in her mouth, and while chewing looked at Izzy. “I already dig this chick.”
Izzy threw him a look and he caught it grinning.
“You want a drink?” Johnny asked Addie.
“Is it su casa, mi casa?” she asked back.
“Today it is,” he answered.
“Then I’ll get my own,” she replied, moving to the fridge.
“Iz, babe?” he asked.
“I’ll grab something when I’m done with this,” she said, scooping out avocado into the bowl.
Johnny decided to let Izzy do her thing, Addie do hers, and he moved across the room, out the back door and located the dogs.
They were soaked and chasing each other around the huge grassy patch outside the mill.
He left them to it, found when he came back inside that Brooks had followed him to the door and bent to scoop him up.
Then he collapsed on the floor with Brooks squealing out giggles. He put the kid on his chest, tickling him and Brooks screeched more, arching and squirming and crawling all over Johnny.
“This sucks. He’s yours and I totally wanna bang him,” Addie stated loudly.
Johnny smiled at her son.
“There is the small fact you’re married,” Izzy put in.
“Huh,” Addie grumbled.
Johnny twisted his neck to look at Iz to find her looking at him.
She gave him a scrunched nose.
With no words, that scrunched nose shared the reason for Addie being there had yet to be revealed.
He smiled again, this time reassuringly.
The front door flew open.
His gaze went there and he saw Margot swan in, Dave at her back carrying a pie.
She stopped, did a sweep of the place with her eyes, it halted on Izzy in his kitchen and her expression shifted straight to sheer bliss.