Both boys slept through the night. Meaning, I slept through the night. The two of them together is utterly exhausting, the fighting and bickering starting to take a toll.
Damn Theo and his macho bullshit. It makes me so fucking horny, and he knows it. I’m getting tired of our little game—well, I guess it’s my little game. I’m the one holding on to the past.
Theo is spread out across the bed, leaving me two inches of mattress to sleep on. Lazily, my hands roam over the naked body sprawled out next to me. I sigh. Why do I love this man so much? He looks so peaceful lying against the white sheets, his mouth slightly parted, his dark hair wild, going in ten different directions across the pillow. It’s incredibly sexy.
Unable to help myself, I press my lips to his parted ones.
“Keep it up and you’ll make us late,” he mumbles sleepily.
“I knew you were awake.” I ease my hand lower, breaching his waistband.
He snags my hips quickly, pinning me beneath him. “You need something this morning, Dr. McCallister?”
He buries his face in my hair, inhaling my scent. I grip his firm ass in my hands, kneading the muscles there.
“Maybe,” I say coyly.
A light, feathery touch moves down my abdomen. His hand marching to my center.
“Hmm… maybe I’m too tired,” he yawns, then his long finger intrudes my center abruptly.
Oh, shit that feels good. I wiggle down farther, attempting to line him up with my body to get what I need.
“Nuh-uh,” he chastises, pulling me back up the mattress. “It’s Thursday, love.”
Damn. Sure is. Even though we haven’t done a Theo’s Thursday and McCallister’s Monday in a while, it’s never been off the table. I guess this game of control has been reinstated. I exhale and run my hands through his hair. “Do your worst, Teddy.”
His face pulls into a scowl. He hates for me to call him Teddy. He pulls out his finger, my panties snapping my overheated skin.
“What the h—” Before I can finish, he flips me over onto my stomach, pulling my hips up. My panties are yanked down my legs, but instead of pulling them all the way off he leaves them at my ankles. Yanking me down farther, my hips widen on their own, readying for the intrusion.
“Let’s help you remember who the boss is. Shall we?”
I feel his velvet tip press into me and I smile. Someone has taken all the orders he can. I knew forcing that sleeping pill on him and making him swim laps would do it. I’m surprised it took him this long. Although, he was probably exhausted yesterday. Now that he’s had a full night of sleep he’s back to his pushy self.
He shoves into me hard, causing me to face-plant into the mattress. I stay down, trying to catch my breath. The stretching is a welcome pain.
“Fuck!” he growls, lost in the ecstasy of the first push. “You feel that, babe?”
He doesn’t expect an answer. It’s his way of showing me who’s controlling the situation. Dominance.
I keep silent as he pulls back, thrusting once more.
“Damn it.” His voice is gravelly, making it obvious he’s straining to hold back.
A groan escapes me as I feel that magical spot come to life. I shift as the pleasure becomes too much. Theo notices and pulls me down onto him, thrusting harder.
“Where’re you going, princess?” he taunts, biting softly down my neck.
His breath is hot, his body hard against mine. Fighting the urge to move away, I give in and try to relax my muscles as he’s instructed before. It’s hard, my body naturally tightens up with the intrusion.
“That’s my girl. Relax. Let it happen.” He praises me as his thumb presses down on my clit. I jerk in his arms. “Shhh… just relax,” he keeps encouraging, his finger not letting up.
My entire body is tingling. I’m going to come. “T-Theo…I’m…” My brain malfunctions and I can’t form a complete sentence.
“I know,” he rasps out. “Almost there, babe.” His breathing is labored. He’s almost there, too. He can act like he is all in control, but he isn’t. He’s about to blow his load like a teenager on his first date.
Without warning, he pulls out and hops off the bed. Flipping me over, he drags my body to the edge, plunging back in without a word. Shocked, I scream, my back arching in response. He grasps my legs and places them on his broad shoulders, my underwear nowhere in sight. The angle forces my ass in the air.
Theo smirks. “Ready?” Oh fuck.
I nod hesitantly as one of his hands creeps to my clit, the other grips my hip. He drives into me harshly, the position creating incredible pressure. I start to flush, the feverish effect gliding over every nerve ending.
He can work my body just like he can work a baseball. I’m the batter. He reads me. He knows what I will chase. He knows what I like to hit.
His palm presses down on my pelvis. I scream just like he wants me to. Reveling in the sounds of our grunts and the slaps of our sweaty skin, he throws his head back.
“You’re there. Let it go, baby,” he growls.
How does he know I’m there? I feel like I’m on the edge but can’t tip over. Is my vagina emitting a sound wave or something that tells him it’s go time?
“I… I can’t.” It’s too much. Seriously.
He stops, adjusting my legs. My knees are now bent, the backs of them resting on his strong shoulders. He leans over, crowding me. My knees touch my chest with his added weight. He kisses me hard and starts pushing in and out slowly. The pleasure is unbearable. He holds my knees together, his cock pressing the swollen spot within me. “Just let go,” he encourages softly.
The pressure mounts and I start flailing, trying to get away. He holds me tight, forcing me to absorb everything he’s giving me. The urge to bear down becomes too much. My skin is slick with sweat, my feverish body shaking uncontrollably. I know he feels it. It’s almost embarrassing how well he can reduce me to a hot, shaking mess of hormones.
I cry out, giving into the sensation and bear down on his cock just like he demanded. Sweet release washes over my body as the evidence of our orgasms flow down our legs. I’m not sure if it’s his or mine or a combination but I think it’s safe to say these sheets will need to be laundered.
Theo collapses on his back next to me, intertwining our fingers. “I fucking love Thursdays,” he says with a proud smirk.
I laugh, enjoying the simplicity of our morning. I know in a couple hours it will end. Cade and I will be on a plane with Theo on our way to the wonderful realm of Major League Baseball. It will be chaotic and stressful. But Theo needs my support and I plan on being there for him.
I shift onto my side, staring down the hottie next to me. “You hungry?”
He scoffs. “Of course. I’m always hungry.”
I ruffle his hair like a little kid and stand. Fluids immediately run down my legs. “Ugh.”
Theo smiles. The kinky fucker likes marking me. “Better hurry before it drips on the carpet.”
I glare at him. He knows I have OCD about my carpet. I cup my hand between my legs, feeling no shame in doing so, and haul ass to the bathroom to clean up the remnants of our Thursday.
In the kitchen, I make our protein shakes, different concoctions for each of us. Theo likes kale, peaches (of course), and oranges. I load his down with turmeric, to reduce inflammation in his shoulders, as well as different protein powders to keep up with his muscle growth and yogurt for a base. I’m still easing Cade into the shakes, so I keep his simple: apples, bananas, yogurt, and protein powders. Readying mine, I add mango, kale, spinach, and apples to the blender before dumping in the turmeric and protein. The latter two keep the aches and pains away from training two brutes who currently are glaring at each other across the table.
“Good morning, boys.” I set the shakes down in front of them. They continue their stare down but manage a good morning to me. “Are we ready for our first family trip?”
Theo’s eyes roll dramatically. “I’m going to go pack.” He stomps up the stairs with his protein shake like a pissed off teenager.
I look at Cade, who is focused intently on his shake. “Did you sleep well?”
“I did.” His eyes stay trained on his glass.
Sighing, I drop down into the chair next to him. I run my hand through his soft bedhead. It really has become much softer and shinier since his diet has changed.
“Look,” I start, wracking my brain for the best thing to say. “I know you aren’t one hundred percent on board with this field trip. I get it. Theo is a bit much. But, I think it will be fun for me and you.” I tug on his hair a little. “What do you say, Gorgeous? You still with me?”
His head comes up slowly, his eyes finally meeting mine, those emeralds burning bright from getting enough rest. His full bottom lip gets sucked in behind his teeth and I grin. He laughs and graces me with the biggest smile I have ever received from him. “Yeah, I’m with you, Commander.”
Without giving it much thought, I press a wet smack of a kiss to his scruffy cheek. He looks shocked for a moment but when I slap his thigh, he snaps out of it. “Go get packed. Our plane leaves in a few hours.”
He nods warily. Obviously, I have rocked his boat a little this morning. But he heads to his room anyway, hopefully to pack—unlike Theo, who is probably pouting and watching an episode of Tosh.O.
The rest of the morning passes in a blur. I drag two grumbling hotties through the airport like some kind of dominatrix. That idea is starting to sound pretty fun at the moment. If I just had a whip, I’m sure they would move much faster. We get stopped a couple of times for Theo to sign some random shit for fans. He smiles and thanks them for their support, but I can tell he just wants to get the hell back in the car and book it home.
Cade stays quiet through the airport. Knowing he’s been on a plane before, I wonder if it brings back bad memories. I grasp his hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze. He barely smiles. His body is tense and I’m starting to doubt that bringing him was a good idea. No going back now though.
Once we are seated—in first class of course—and in the air, Theo immediately starts with the attendant. “Scotch,” he demands.
“He’ll take a water and an attitude adjustment,” I say with a smile and the petite flight attendant looks nervously at me. Poor thing.
Theo lifts out of his seat abruptly to glare at me. I glare right back at his sexy scowl. No-no, big boy. Commander McCallister controls your little ass now that I am on the clock. How cool is that name? Commander. I fucking love it! Kudos to Cade for inspiring that little gem.
Theo huffs and throws himself back against the seat, closing his eyes tightly. I ignore the tantrum he is trying to conjure up.
“Want a water?” I ask Cade, who is staring out the window. He shakes his head, but I order him one anyway and a glass of wine for myself.
Theo flips me the bird but doesn’t open his eyes.
I can’t help but laugh at his antics. This plane ride is going to be just lovely.