“Mama, phone,” Matty yells and I jolt away from Liam like he’s on fire.
I wipe my lips, feeling mortified both my parents caught me kissing my son’s father. My mother has goo-goo eyes and my dad, looks—honestly, he looks constipated. I take the phone from Matty and he goes running off to his pile of stuffed animals, having no clue what he interrupted.
“Hi guys. You remember Liam, don’t you?” I plaster on my sweetest smile for my father’s benefit as I swing my arm around Liam’s waist.
Liam waves nervously.
“Yes, we remember. Hi son.” My mom waves, but I notice she checks him out as well.
“Hi, Mrs. Jenkins. Mr. Jenkins.” Liam clears his throat and I know he’s looking for a way to escape.
My dad grunts and disappears from the screen once again. “I guess I’ll talk to you guys later?”
“Yes, dear. You two have fun.” She chuckles with a wink.
“Geez, Mom. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye, sweetie.”
I hang up and Liam grabs my hand, tugging me back to him. “Now where were we before the little cockblocker came in.”
“Liam.” I shove his shoulder and he laughs. He sounds so carefree.
“What? He always has the worst timing.”
He couldn’t be more right about that.
I open the steaming bag of extra buttery popcorn and dump it into the oversized serving bowl. I sneak a handful, shoving it into my mouth. Loose kernels fall to my shirt in the most unladylike way as I devour my food. I find myself sometimes forgetting Matty isn't in the room and I don't have to hide my snacks from him.
"Very sexy." Liam laughs as he walks into the room.
"Shut up," I mumble with my mouth full and brush my shirt off, mortified he caught me stuffing my face. It’s bad enough I’m hanging out in my least cutest pajamas, a pair of baggy pink sweatpants and an oversized T. Then there’s this sexy bastard who can walk around in his plaid PJ pants and a ratty old band shirt and I find myself wanting to have more of his babies. “Did he put up a fight going to sleep?” He’s been putting Matty to bed for the last twenty minutes.
“Nah. He was out in about five, but I didn’t have the heart to put him down. And I might have kept chanting, ‘Daddy, Daddy, to his subconscious sleeping mind, hoping it will stick.”
“He’ll get there,” I tell him and pick up the bowl of popcorn to move to the living room. “And then he’ll never stop saying it.”
“I hope so.”
“He will.” I give his hand a gentle squeeze as I pass him to the couch. “Now I was going to watch some movies. Do you want to join me?"
"Depends."
"On what?” I ask as I make myself comfortable on the couch and find the remote. He flops down next to me, making me bounce.
"What kind of movie are you going to subject me to?"
"I was thinking A Walk to Remember."
"I'll have to pass." He smirks and steals a handful of popcorn.
"Come on, it's my favorite and it’s considered a classic now. But fine,” I huff. “What do you want to watch? I’m guessing it’s something where people are getting shot or blown up?"
"Not necessarily."
"No?"
"How do you feel about some end of the world or apocalyptic type films?"
"Such as?"
"World War Z? Outbreak? Independence Day?" he suggests.
I pop a piece of popcorn in my mouth. "Hmm…very fitting considering our nation’s recent turmoil. Sure. I'm sold." I place the popcorn bowl down on the coffee table and log into my Netflix account. I settle on Independence Day, feeling Aliens over Zombies and viruses. The opening theme rolls and Liam pulls me closer to him—so close I’m now sitting between his legs.
It’s a good thing I know this movie like the back of my hand because I haven’t watched a second of it after Liam starts nibbling on my ear, while his hand brushes very closely to my core. “Maybe we should watch your chick flick because I don’t plan on watching anything after all,” he breathes into my ear.
His one hand works underneath my shirt while the other teases over the elastic of my pink sweatpants. He sucks on the side of my neck, and I melt into him, with a moan, as he hits the spot that drives me crazy. His hand dips into my pants and I wiggle in his lap encouraging him to go further.
“This okay?” he asks, as his thick fingers trace over my covered slit.
“You kidding?” I purr, as he makes long, slow, teasing strokes. “It feels great.”
I feel him smirk against my neck. “Does taking it slow mean I can’t get you off?”
“I think I can make an exception.” I pant, and my head falls to his chest.
“That’s what I like to hear because I've been dying to make you come. Wanting to see your whole-body flush.”
He grabs his hand around my neck, tilting and turning it back, so our lips mesh together forcefully. I’m locked in his hold, my libido raging, eager for him to make all my daydreams come true.
He pushes my underwear to the side and dips one of his long fingers inside of me. I gasp into his mouth as it fills me, then as he adds another. “You're soaked, baby.”
“Hmm.” Is all I can muster as he pumps his fingers faster in me. I jerk my hips trying to give myself more of him, as his
