bothered me less.
Scott
When the alarm on my phone sounds at 3:30 in the morning, all I want to do is ignore it and snuggle back down with Ellie in my arms while I breathe in her sleep-warmed skin.
Five more minutes, I tell myself.
If not for the snug fit of my dick against Ellie’s ass setting a whole whack of ideas loose in my head, I’m sure I would have conked out and not gone home at all. Instead, she ends up impaled from behind on my latex wrapped cock, while we lazily bring each other off, still half asleep. Life is good.
She watches me with heavy, sated eyes as I get dressed. When I sit next to her to kiss her goodbye, I feel a pang of displeasure; I wish I didn’t have to leave. But I push it away as a useless thought. No sense in being frustrated over something that can’t be helped.
“I’ll text you,” I whisper before I head home.
The streets are empty at this hour and soon I’m creeping in the front door, trying not to wake anyone. In the dim light, I can see that my foam mattress has already been laid out on the floor in the living room. Despite the incredible night I’ve had, I get another flash of frustration. Again, I push it down. Not having a proper bed can’t be helped either.
Thankfully, the resentment doesn’t linger. After all, I’ve got better things to spend my time focusing on, namely the memory of us tangled together in her sheets. Making love to Ellie is a revelation; the connection between us, the need to see her happy. All of it is so new to me, including that overwhelming urge to control everything. It was unnerving at first, at least until I realized that whenever I gave into it, we were both happier.
I must have finally fallen asleep because the next thing I know it’s broad daylight and I can smell bacon.
Close by, someone whispers something I can’t make out, someone small and sweet who can only be my daughter. I try to pull the covers over my head, but someone giggles and pulls them down again. “We saw you, Papá.”
Without opening my eyes, I reach out to see who I can grab. I get nothing but air and squeals of delight. All three of them are peeking over the back of the couch when I look up. I have to rub the sleep away to take them in. “Are you guys ready for church?”
Carmen nods proudly. “Abuela said we had to let you sleep.”
“How come you’re so tired, Tío?” Daniela asks.
“Yeah, Scotty, how come?” Desiree is curled up in my grandmother’s chair with her phone, presenting me with the very definition of cheeky insolence.
I snort out a laugh. I love my sister, but she’s a serious pain in my ass. “I was so tired because, I, ah, came home late from my date with Ellie.”
“Oh, did she like the flowers?” Rosa asks.
“Yeah, she did. She told me to say thank you to you guys.”
“Really?” Carmen asks, always suspicious.
“Yeah, she did.” I drag myself up to sit with my back against the couch.
“Papá, can Ellie come for Sunday dinner?”
“Huh?” I need some coffee before I answer something like that. “What, tonight? No, she has to work.”
“Next week?”
“Uh, no, sorry, she has to work every Sunday.”
I’m surprised by the disappointed rumblings all three of them make. Are they already invested in Ellie? Or I guess, they’re invested in the idea of her. I swallow hard. I do not want to mess things up. Not only for Ellie and me, but for the girls too.
“Ok, chicas,” Desiree says, interrupting my growing discomfort. “Go help Abuela set the table for breakfast, please.”
There’s a few muttered complaints, but they do as they’re told and Desiree comes to sit next to me on my crappy bed. “You really like this woman, huh?”
I push the heels of my palms into my eyes to try to clear my head. “I do.”
Desi’s smile takes me by surprise. “I’m glad, Scotty. You may be annoying, but you’re not a bad brother.”
I shoot her an incredulous look. “Are you on something right now?” My sister rarely hands out kind words. “How many times have I told you to say no to drugs?”
“Shut up. I’m allowed to be happy for you.”
“It’s worse than I thought then. You having problems with Jordan? Do I need to kick his ass for you?”
The disgust on her face makes