Page 61 of That First Night
“Good morning, monkey,” I manage to get out despite barely being able to keep my eyes open.
“Morning, Daddy,” he says before he snuggles deeper into me. “I slepted so great last night. Like a big rock. How did you sleep?”
“I slept like a big rock too.” I laugh.
“I wonder if Ms. Peyton slepted like a big rock too!” he says way too excited for this early in the morning. I move my eyes to the nightstand to check the time and see that it’s eight in the morning already.
“Shit, bud. You have to get ready for school.” I throw the covers off of us and rush to get up. “Daddy must have slept in.”
“Shit,” he repeats as he climbs out of bed.
“James,” I growl. “That’s a bad word. You know that.”
“Shoot, you’re right. I’m sorry, Daddy,” he says as he stands there with his head moving down to face the floor.
“Just don’t say it again, okay?” I say as I crouch down in front of him to give him a hug.
“You got it, Daddy. I love you the mostest. You know that?”
Fuck. This kid knows just the right strings to pull on my heart.
“I love you the mostest,” I say and then kiss his forehead. “Now scoot. You have to get ready for school. I’ll make you break—” I’m cut off the second the smell of breakfast food hits my nose.
Peyton.
James is out the door and I throw on a pair of sweatpants and brush my teeth quickly before I head downstairs. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I yell up to James, “Don’t forget to brush your teeth, James.”
“Okay, Daddy!” he screams back. “I am doing my morning poopy first. I’m gonna be here for a hot minute.”
I shake my head and laugh to myself. That kid has no filter what-so-ever and he talks to Uncle Ollie on the phone way too much. He keeps us on our toes, but he also gives us a reason to smile every day.
I follow the smell of breakfast to the kitchen where I find Peyton standing over the stove scrambling eggs in a skillet and moving her body slightly to the music she is playing on the speaker. She must not hear me come into the kitchen because she doesn’t make a move, so I go to her first.
My hands grip her waist from behind, pulling her backside into me and she jumps up with a little startle before giggling into my hold. My mouth finds her bare shoulder to plant a kiss as my hand travels to her stomach to hold her into me. “Good morning, Sunshine,” I whisper in her ear.
She spins around in my hold to wrap her hands around my neck with the front of her body pressed into me. Without a doubt, she can feel my growing length on her stomach. I swear I get hard with just the way she looks at me.
“Good morning, Mr. Ford.”
A possessive rumble comes from somewhere in my chest and I hoist Peyton up on the kitchen counter and my mouth immediately finds hers. Her hands move from my neck to my hair to pull me closer to her as if she can’t get enough of this kiss. Truth of the matter is, that I can’t get enough of it either. I feel like I’m living in an alternate universe if I’m being honest with myself. Falling asleep next to her, somewhat waking up next to her, and also getting to wake up next to James just felt so good. Now I find her in my kitchen making breakfast in these damn silk pajama shorts she keeps wearing.
“As much as I want to take you right here and right now, Peyton,” I whisper in her neck. “James is going to be down any minute.”
“You’re the one who put me up on this counter, Mr. Ford,” she says with a smirk.
“Are you talking back to me, Peyton?” I raise an eyebrow at her.
She gasps and her hand finds her chest. “Who me? No, I would never do such a thing.”
“You’re lucky James is going to be here any second,” I growl. “Or I would take you over my knee right here, right now.”
“Ohh, that sounds interesting.” She smiles as she jumps off the counter to finish breakfast. I give her ass a smack and it has the perfect bounce after my hand connects with it. I feel my dick twitch in my sweatpants and the image of my hands gripping her perfectly round ass while she rode my dick last night floods my brain again. She turns her head over her shoulder to give me a smile and a wink.
My thoughts are interrupted when James comes barreling into the kitchen. “I’m ready,” he screams. “And I’m starving.”
“I made your favorite funfetti pancakes for breakfast,” she says to James.
“You’re the bestest, Pey!” he shrieks and she returns his excitement with a warm smile. The way she talks to him, cares for him, makes his favorite meals and plays with him, really shows me how much she cares about him and fuck, if that doesn’t do something for that organ in my chest.
