“There were major delays getting out of Atlanta, I guess. She’s still coming, even though I told her not to worry about it, but I think she wants to meet Stevie. Her flight lands any minute.”
“Wants to meet Stevie? Or wants to steal Stevie?”
“Probably a little bit of both.”
I help Maddison get the lasagna in the oven, and by help, I mean I hold his son so he can cook, just in time for all of Logan’s friends and family to come over. Their nanny is the first to arrive, but he’s more so just one of their best friends from college that they pay as their nanny so he can live in the same building as them and help with the kids when they need it. Maddison’s parents and brother are next, followed by Logan’s best girl from college.
“Uncle Zee!” Ella bursts through the door, running right at me. “I got yellow!” She holds her hands up, showing me her tiny little nails painted the color of sunshine, topped with gold glitter.
“Wow. Those look beautiful, EJ.” I pick up my niece, placing her on the opposite knee of her brother.
“Stevie bought me them.”
“Oh, did she now?” My pointed gaze finds my girlfriend walking through the front door, acting all innocent and shit.
Stevie comes behind me as I sit in a high-top chair at the island, snaking her hands across my chest before wiggling her freshly painted fingernails in front of me.
They’re blue.
I stare at them for a second, and I’m not going to lie, they look good next to her light brown skin and gold rings, but she picked this color to test me. I know it.
“Ella Jo, I’ve got to talk to Stevie alone for a second.” I pick up my niece before putting her on her feet. At the same time, I hand MJ off to his mom.
“Happy Birthday, Lo.” I pop a kiss on Logan’s cheek as I drag Stevie behind me, her cute laugh echoing off the walls.
She knows what she’s doing.
Opening the bathroom door at the end of the hall, I usher her inside. Her face is equally smug as it is excited as I follow her in and urgently close the door behind us.
“What is this?” I pick her up, placing her on the sink counter, standing between her legs.
“What? You don’t like my nails?”
“This isn’t what I asked for.”
Stevie giggles at my faux disappointment. “I didn’t ask for your opinion. And besides, do you really think that the color of my nails is going to change whether or not you like how it looks with my hand around your dick?” She holds out her hand, admiring it. “I think blue will look just fine.”
Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she unhooks the clasp on my pants before unzipping me. Sitting up straighter, she brings her mouth to mine, but my lips fall open when she finds my cock. Stevie takes it out, trailing her tongue against my bottom lip at the same time.
“I don’t know, Zee. I think blue looks pretty good. What do you think?” She gives it a soft tug, quickly causing all the blood in my body to rush straight to my dick.
Looking down, I’m mesmerized by her bronzed fingers, gold rings, and sky-blue nails as they stroke my cock at the perfect pace.
“Mm,” I hum. “Yeah…yeah, blue works.”
She softly chuckles as she continues stroking me, her mouth working over the sensitive spot below my ear. My palms find the glass mirror behind her, anchoring myself. My head falls to her shoulder as I continue to push into her hand, watching myself move in and out of her fist.
“Congratulations on your game,” she softly says, kissing and sucking on my neck.
“Don’t stop,” I plead. “Fuck, Vee, you feel so good.”
My chest quickly rises and falls as the mirror behind me fogs over thanks to my heavy breathing. Fuck, she feels amazing, stroking me at the perfect pace. Her legs wrap around, heels pressed into my ass as she cups the back of my head with her free hand, holding me to her.
“Blue looks so much better than red.” She continues to touch me, pulling a needy whimper from my throat. She lifts her knees on either side of my body, trying to ease the ache between her legs as her back arches, pushing her tits into my chest.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard when we get home. You’re not going to be able to speak after I’m done with you, let alone tell me what color you painted your nails.”
I can feel myself throbbing in her grasp, ready to come—
“Hey, Linds!” Logan calls out down the hall, causing Stevie to stop her movements, frozen on the counter.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I whine, my head falling to her shoulder.