Chapter 23
Beth
Life has resumed back to normal. Well at least as normal as can be with a few changes. It’s been a whole month since the divorce was final. Jacob still has his moments of being distant, but I’ve considered it as the new normal for him. We haven’t spoken about his cousin, or any of the events surrounding him. Jacob quips jokes here and there about being a divorcee, but other than that everything has resumed to how it was before.
Jacob got me a housewarming gift, a cat. He came home a week after I moved in with a box with holes all over the place. It wasn’t long before he placed the box on the kitchen counter and it started moving around and then I heard meowing. He opened the box and pulled out a cute calico kitten, telling me proudly that he already named it Muff.
“Why Muff?” I had asked him.
“It’s improper to name a cat pussy. Plus when we have kids, I’d rather they not say scream that through the house.” he had said with a wink, as he pulled out the cat and held it to his chest, nuzzling the kitten’s head.
I took to the name, to the cat and especially even more to the man.
I was frantically running around the penthouse between the bathroom in the hallway, almost tripping over the kitten sprawled in the middle of my path several times. I took over the hallway bathroom as my make-up room recently and was between the two spaces as I frantically tried finalize my look and to get dinner ready in between tasks. We were having Tyson and Allison over for our first evening as hosts. While Jacob huffed about having guests, he eventually conceded once I put Muff into his lap, since I learned the he’s putty for that little creature. Using that to my advantage, I took it and ran with it.
I was putting the finishing touches on my eye shadow when I heard the elevator doors open. Jacob calls for Muff and then pokes his head into the bathroom.
“Hey, babe. Look I had to cancel for tonight. I would rather spend my evening Netflixing and chilling.” he says.
“Don’t mess with me.” I give him a “don’t fuck with me look.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. I mean, I totally think about fucking you all the time. However, they’re on their way. Allison was just getting to the office when I left. You didn’t work today?”
“I did a half day. The perks of telecommuting, being best friends with the CEO, and living in sin with his brother.”
“Living in sin. You make it sound so grandmother-like.”
“If I was speaking like my grandmother, I would be raspy and cussing like a sailor.” I laugh.
“You do have a potty mouth. Hmmm… a mouth that I think needs to be wrapped about my dick right about now.” He says moving into the bathroom and pushing me against the counter.
“We don’t have time for that. Plus, I just finished my make-up.”
“You know that the only thing involved is your mouth, not your whole face, right? How the hell do you envision a blow job?”
“It’s practically an event and don’t you deny it.” I tease him. “Now get the fuck out of the bathroom. I need to finish before they get here.”
“You’re no fun.”
“That’s not what you said last night.” I yell after him as he walks further down the hall to our bedroom. Moments later he comes back dressed in a light blue polo shirt with worn jeans. He had tousled his hair and was barefoot. He stuck his head into the bathroom, whistled and then went towards the kitchen.
I fluff my hair one last time and go to meet up with Jacob in the kitchen. He was sniffing around the stove, peering into the pot and making his way to open the oven. I slapped his hand away just before he opened it and moved into the small space between him and the appliance. I wrap my arms around his mid-section and kiss his chest, then his neck, his jaw, his cheek and then lastly his lips. The kiss was getting heated just as the elevator doors open.
Hushed voices were talking rapidly as then came closer. They stopped once they appeared within our line of sight.
“Can you guys come back in say… fifteen minutes? I need some privacy.” Jacob groans, his arms never leaving me.
“If it only takes you fifteen minutes, you need to work on your stamina.” Tyson jokes.
“I’ll have it known that I am ready and raring to go in less than ten minutes after each round.” Jacob boasts.
“Okay, gentlemen, before this gets into an overshare fest, who wants a drink?” I say, holding up the pitcher of margaritas, trying to interrupt the potential opportunity for a dick measuring.
“Me! Please, me!” Allison practically jumps up and down while raising her hand.
“Babe, I thought you weren’t going to drink?”
“Having a drink will not affect my ovaries. My ovaries will still be intact if I have one margarita or eight.” Allison scoffs.
“Eight?” Tyson and Jacob say in unison.
“I just went with an even and believable number.” She shrugs, coming to my side.
We’re all talking to one another when the elevator doors ding and open. Jacob and I look to one another in question.
“Did you invite someone else?” Jacob asks me.
“No, did you guys?” I ask Tyson and Allison as they shake their heads. We all turn to the footsteps coming down the hall with curiosity.