Mateo holds his hand out and pulls me to my feet. I head back toward the bathroom, and Mateo follows.
“I will make you coffee.” He mutters, rubbing his eyes. I nod, more than ready to be done with the shower, but once Mateo’s eyes glance at the baby monitor, his body freezes, and his head whips in my direction. It’s quite an entertaining view, even if I won’t say it out loud.
“Kat will flip out if she finds them like that,” Mateo gasps, pointing at the baby monitor. I glance at the device and smile at the two burrito babies, soundly sleeping next to each other.
To be fair, I think Maddox had an amazing idea. I mean, both of them are sleeping, there are no sounds or fusses. For once, the twins and Kat can have a decent rest.
I roll my eyes at my mate. “They shared a womb, they will be fine, and they are still asleep. Marabella stirred but instantly stopped when I put her in bed with Eziah.” I drop the towel and step back under the water to finish my shower.
“Well, you can deal with her then.” Mateo grumbles and crosses his arms in front of his chest, acting as if I just said the most insulting thing he has ever heard anyone say.
“I will. She doesn’t scare me,” I huff, focusing on scrubbing my body.
Mateo leans on the basin. A sly smirk spreads across his lips as he raises an eyebrow at me. “Really? Then why did you bail the other night and leave me to fend for myself when you washed the baby’s clothes in the wrong washing liquid? She bitched me out for a good half an hour about chemicals and reactions to baby skin.”
I think back to the night he’s describing and mimic his smirk. “I had work to do.”
Mateo gasps and pushes his body off the sink basin, taking a step closer to the shower. “Liar! You snuck out the moment you saw her walk out of the laundry with their clothes in her hands! You damn chicken.” He raises his voice, but I just shake my head.
“I am not stupid, she was in a mood and wanted blood, and I wasn’t letting her have mine.” A chuckle leaves my lips once the words hang in the air, and Mateo stares at me as if I had just committed a crime.
“So you did run from her wrath!” He points a finger at me again and shakes it.
Even though my mate is visibly irritated by my behavior, I can’t overlook how cute and funny he looks. To be clear, I am guilty. Oh, so very guilty for leaving him alone to fend for his life against our mate, who barely reaches his chest.
“You abandoned me and let me take the rap for it!” Mateo accuses.
I can nearly see the gears in his head twist and turn when he clicks his tongue and smiles at me. I don’t know what he is planning for revenge, but he isn’t getting away.
He tries to slip out of the bathroom, and I reach for him, jerking him back to me. He is right, I would take on the world for Mateo, but if it comes to me facing Kat, he is on his own.
She is hormonal. One minute, she is perfectly fine; the next, she is getting upset at me for breathing too loud, or she cries over the simplest things. Oh, and then there are the moments she demands to know why I am angry when I am not. God forbid I tell her it is just how my face is. Why can women have resting bitch faces, yet I can’t?
“Is this your idea of apologizing? Ruining my clothes?” Mateo taunts, yet his lips tug up in the corners.
I have been waiting for this moment all evening and was disappointed when I came home to him asleep, not that I expected him to be awake, though secretly I hoped one of them would be. I placed my hand on his cheek and kissed him deeply.
It is a long and indulgent kiss, our tongues moving together freely. I melt into the kiss, letting it take me entirely. My hands move up and down his back as his hands roam mine. The connection between us creates sparks which are about to grow into a fire.
He pulls back from the kiss and removes his shirt. My eyes travel over his chest for a moment, appreciating the muscle definition and understanding the strength that he possesses. His eyes meet mine for a moment, doubt flickering in their depths, I know he hates doing anything without Kat. But she is never interested anymore, always tired or too moody. Reaching for him, I tug him closer to set his mind at ease. We are all mates, Kat shouldn’t have a problem with us fooling around, I never did when I wasn’t home before the twins came along. Not that she has fucked either of us since the babies were born.
Now I can touch his bare skin, feeling the soft hairs on his chest that taper down into a trail that goes down to above his boxer shorts. I want to follow that little path all the way down to its ending. His hands move over me in a similar way, exploring and pawing at my skin passionately. The heat between us rises, fuck I love this man.
My heart is pounding as I look down and see the bulge in his boxer shorts. I want to reach down and pull it out, to wrap my hand around it and feel it throb for me. He must be having the same thought as he gets there first, falling onto his knees at my feet making me smile.
Looking up at me he smiles back, emboldened by my approval, he guides the head of my cock into his mouth. There is a desperate need with every movement he makes. He doesn’t want to pause or tease, he just wants to get his lips around my shaft. Feel any sort of connection he can get because we were both missing it.
He takes the tip of my cock into his mouth, pushing it deep down his throat as his tongue caresses my shaft with a wild passion. He pumps me back and forth, swallowing it whole while I roll my eyes and reach for the wall so I can balance myself. He moves his tongue around the head, the movements of his tongue were passionate yet precise. With all the wild need, there is still an incredible amount of skill.
Mateo thrusts my cock to the back of his throat, bobbing his head back and forth. With each movement, he pushes my cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. I stare down at him, watching my cock pass through his soft lips, as he deep throats it. He gags softly, but takes my cock deeper into his throat.
“Fuck,” I grunt, gripping his hair as shudders of pleasure shoot through me.