Page 67 of The Fadeaway
Joel
My insides hurtand my lips are chapped. I kissed Kitty senseless for the better part of two hours and then made her come with my fingers. I’ve got the worst case of blue balls in the history of mankind. I’m starting to think there’s something wrong with me. If she were anyone else, I would have fucked her on the couch or in the bathroom. I’m ninety-nine percent sure the kid would have slept through it, but that one percent fucked with me and I didn’t feel right about it with Christian sleeping in the other room. It’s a wonder parents ever have sex at all.
I slept on the couch instead of catching a ride back to my place which is where I am when Christian sneaks into the living room and climbs on to the couch with me. A peek at the clock tells me it’s five o’clock on the dot. I’m tired as shit, but I don’t have the heart to send him away.
“Morning, little man. Your mom still sleeping?”
He nods. “I’m hungry.”
“Me too.” I sit up. “What do you usually have for breakfast?”
“On Sundays we have pancakes.”
“Pancakes, huh?” I rub the back of my neck. “That might be a little too advanced for me. How about some cereal?”
I open a few cabinets until I locate the cereal boxes and pull out Cheerios and Lucky Charms.
His eyes widen. “I can have Lucky Charms?”
Shit. Is it okay for him to have that much sugar at five a.m.? I don’t have any clue. “Does your mom let you have Lucky Charms?”
He bites his lip and hesitates before answering. “Only once a week.”
“And did you already have them this week?”
He shrugs.
“Looks like Cheerios it is.” I locate two bowls, two spoons, and the milk and Christian and I sit together at the dining room table eating our cereal. It sort of reminds me of any other morning eating breakfast with the guys, except Christian watches me carefully and mimics every movement. When I lift the empty bowl to my mouth to drink the milk, he does the same and nearly spills the entire bowl on himself.
Christian wants cartoons after breakfast, so I turn on the TV for him while I do the dishes. I keep waiting for Katrina to walk out and take over, but I don’t have the heart to go wake her up. I mean, when is the last time she got to sleep in?
I don’t have practice until this afternoon, but I feel sluggish and slightly hungover. The cure I’ve become accustomed to is working out so I do what I can on the living room floor alternating sit-ups and pushups. At some point, Christian joins in and that’s exactly how Kitty finds us. I meet her gaze mid-sit-up. Her eyes rake over my bare chest and the weeks of kissing and talking are not enough.
“Hi, Mom. Look at my muscles,” Christian says proudly, pausing to flex a bicep.
“Impressive,” Katrina says and then shakes her head. “Don’t mind me. I just need coffee.”
She moves to the kitchen and I hear the coffee brewing but feel her eyes on me still.
“Alright, little man, think you can help me with this next one?”
Christian jumps up and I get on my stomach. “Hop on my back.”
If she’s gonna watch, might as well put on a good show.
It takes a few tries to balance his weight, but eventually, he lies on top of me and wraps his arms around me while I push up and down from the floor. After ten I look over to find Katrina standing, hip resting against the side of the counter between the kitchen and living room, sipping her coffee and not even pretending she’s doing anything but watching me.
“Do you like the view, Kitty?”
Her tongue darts out and she wets her lips. She doesn’t meet my stare, instead continues to look me over like a piece of meat. I’m not offended. Not even a little bit. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about, I’m watching Christian,” she says, but her voice is tight and we both know she’s lying.
Shit, maybe this was a bad idea. Kitty wanting me and watching me like that has my body ready to give her everything and there’s a three-year-old tornado on my back.
Laying on the ground, I look over my shoulder to Christian and lift my fist around to him. “Thanks for the help.”
He bumps his knuckles to mine and then hops off. “Mom, can I take a bath?”
I sit back on my knees and watch Katrina try and get a hold of herself. I’m used to girls getting flustered and watching me like eye candy, but the way Kitty looks at me is so much hotter. She’s not one to be so easily impressed, I should know, and it’s the sign I’ve been waiting for that she wants me. Really wants me.
