Chapter 59
"My wife is cheating on me with another man," Luis joked as Sheridan walked through their bedroom door. Sheridan just smirked at him. Climbing into bed beside him and cuddling up next to his warm body. "Jealous of a five-year- old, Luis? You need to work on those issues you have," she laughed.
Luis kissed the top of her head in response. "So…did they finally fall asleep?" "Finally," she sighed. "Gwen wasn't exaggerating. It is hard to get Jake to sleep. I don't know how he does it. Constantly going. You can just see the wheels turning in that brown head of his."
"What about Ali?" he asked. Rubbing his hand up and down her arm. Pulling her closer into him. "She didn't even make it through the first book. She was worn out. She's going to be so mad at me in the morning. She didn't want Jake to think she was a baby. Falling asleep so soon. I didn't have the heart to wake her, though. She looked so sweet lying there with Miss Priss curled up next to her."
"You left the cat in there? Not a good idea." "Are you saying you don't trust Jake alone with the family pet, Luis?" "You said it. Not me," he said with a smile. "On second thought, maybe it is a good idea." "Luis!" she laughed. Smacking him on the chest. "Now I'm worried." "Don't be," he grinned. "He's just like Hank. Mischievous, sure. But there's not a mean bone in his body. He won't hurt the cat."
"You're sure?" she asked. "Quit worrying about that obnoxious bundle of white fur," he growled. Rolling over so that his body covered hers. "When you could keep yourself occupied with much better things." "Luis. The kids are just down the hall," she said breathlessly as she felt one of his hands slip up under the tank she wore.
"So," he said. His hand finding her. His touch making her feel like she was drugged. "We'll just be quiet. You're wearing my favorite pjs," he smiled. Leaning down and kissing her lips slowly. "But.." "No buts. You locked the door, didn't you?" he asked. Kissing her again after she nodded in response.
She closed her eyes at the feel of his lips on her neck. Giving herself over to the feeling. Soon, her tank was history. And Luis's lips replaced his hands. She ran her fingers through his dark hair. Holding him to her. "Luis, we shouldn't be doing this," she protested. Weakly. She shivered when she felt his breath on her stomach.
"Do you really want me to stop, Baby?" he asked. Placing a kiss on her stomach. Just above the waistband of her shorts. Her eyes flew open, and he found himself staring into their passion-filled blue depths. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head no. Raising her hips to help him with the rest of her clothing.
He shed his own clothing. Sitting up and pulling her into his lap. Wrapping one arm around her. Running the other hand through her hair. To the back of her neck. Meeting her lips with his again. Only this time more passionately. "Luis," she gasped. "What are you trying to do to me? Kill me?" "At least you'd die with a smile on your face," he grinned. "Argh! Shut up, Mr. Wise Guy. Hank's rubbing off on you, isn't he?"
"It's not a good idea to talk about another man when your husband's making love to you, darling," he whispered in her ear. Causing her to laugh softly. "Making love to your wife with two very observent and inquisitive children just down the hall isn't such a good idea either, Buster," she teased affectionately. He smiled tenderly at her before brushing his lips gently against hers again.
He groaned against her lips when they heard a crash. Followed by a horrific meow. Coming from Ali's room. She leaned against his chest. Shaking with laughter. "Deja vu," she whispered. Disengaging herself from his arms and slipping her pjs and robe back on. She walked out the door, and Luis pounded his pillow in frustration before getting up himself and putting some clothes on. Ready to investigate. Kids and that damn cat were going to be the death of him.
"My wife is cheating on me with another man," Luis joked as Sheridan walked through their bedroom door. Sheridan just smirked at him. Climbing into bed beside him and cuddling up next to his warm body. "Jealous of a five-year- old, Luis? You need to work on those issues you have," she laughed.
Luis kissed the top of her head in response. "So…did they finally fall asleep?" "Finally," she sighed. "Gwen wasn't exaggerating. It is hard to get Jake to sleep. I don't know how he does it. Constantly going. You can just see the wheels turning in that brown head of his."
"What about Ali?" he asked. Rubbing his hand up and down her arm. Pulling her closer into him. "She didn't even make it through the first book. She was worn out. She's going to be so mad at me in the morning. She didn't want Jake to think she was a baby. Falling asleep so soon. I didn't have the heart to wake her, though. She looked so sweet lying there with Miss Priss curled up next to her."
"You left the cat in there? Not a good idea." "Are you saying you don't trust Jake alone with the family pet, Luis?" "You said it. Not me," he said with a smile. "On second thought, maybe it is a good idea." "Luis!" she laughed. Smacking him on the chest. "Now I'm worried." "Don't be," he grinned. "He's just like Hank. Mischievous, sure. But there's not a mean bone in his body. He won't hurt the cat."
"You're sure?" she asked. "Quit worrying about that obnoxious bundle of white fur," he growled. Rolling over so that his body covered hers. "When you could keep yourself occupied with much better things." "Luis. The kids are just down the hall," she said breathlessly as she felt one of his hands slip up under the tank she wore.
"So," he said. His hand finding her. His touch making her feel like she was drugged. "We'll just be quiet. You're wearing my favorite pjs," he smiled. Leaning down and kissing her lips slowly. "But.." "No buts. You locked the door, didn't you?" he asked. Kissing her again after she nodded in response.
She closed her eyes at the feel of his lips on her neck. Giving herself over to the feeling. Soon, her tank was history. And Luis's lips replaced his hands. She ran her fingers through his dark hair. Holding him to her. "Luis, we shouldn't be doing this," she protested. Weakly. She shivered when she felt his breath on her stomach.
"Do you really want me to stop, Baby?" he asked. Placing a kiss on her stomach. Just above the waistband of her shorts. Her eyes flew open, and he found himself staring into their passion-filled blue depths. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head no. Raising her hips to help him with the rest of her clothing.
He shed his own clothing. Sitting up and pulling her into his lap. Wrapping one arm around her. Running the other hand through her hair. To the back of her neck. Meeting her lips with his again. Only this time more passionately. "Luis," she gasped. "What are you trying to do to me? Kill me?" "At least you'd die with a smile on your face," he grinned. "Argh! Shut up, Mr. Wise Guy. Hank's rubbing off on you, isn't he?"
"It's not a good idea to talk about another man when your husband's making love to you, darling," he whispered in her ear. Causing her to laugh softly. "Making love to your wife with two very observent and inquisitive children just down the hall isn't such a good idea either, Buster," she teased affectionately. He smiled tenderly at her before brushing his lips gently against hers again.
He groaned against her lips when they heard a crash. Followed by a horrific meow. Coming from Ali's room. She leaned against his chest. Shaking with laughter. "Deja vu," she whispered. Disengaging herself from his arms and slipping her pjs and robe back on. She walked out the door, and Luis pounded his pillow in frustration before getting up himself and putting some clothes on. Ready to investigate. Kids and that damn cat were going to be the death of him.