Chapter 424

If morning sex and a shower with my girlfriend were luxurious, coming out of the bedroom half-dressed to a fully made breakfast of waffles, bacon, and sausage was the cherry on top. The addition of Wanda’s perfect, naked ass bouncing to the beat of some music playing from her phone as she was stirring something at the stove put it all over the top.

“Good morning, Blondie,” I said as I walked up behind her.

“Good morning, Tiger,” she said, flashing a bright smile over her shoulder at me.

I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her - she was wearing an apron and that was it. Becca and I hadn’t done anything more than some grabass in the shower, so I hadn’t gotten more than half chubbed up again after two big orgasms in bed, but as Wanda groaned happily and leaned her bare back against my bare chest she had to feel me starting to stiffen up as her ass pressed against my pelvis.

“This smells amazing,” I told her, leaning over her shoulder and taking a big whiff of the red, sugary sauce she was stirring.

“Fresh strawberry topping,” she said. “For the waffles, since you’re so sweet.”

“You didn’t need to go to this much trouble,” I said, diverting from my sniffing to give her a kiss on the cheek.

“No, I did not,” she said, pivoting a little in place to slide a hand around my waist and hug me while she kept up the stirring, not letting the sugary, fruit-crammed gloop settle and start to burn. “But I wanted to. For you and for Becca. I was a little much last night, and you guys were amazing.”

“I’ll be here whenever and however you need,” I promised her, and since she was looking up into my eyes intensely, I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. I’d read her right, and she kissed me back in a lingering liplock.

“Grab her ass,” Becca called from where she’d sat down at the kitchen island.

I smiled into the kiss, and Wanda hummed a laugh as my hand slid down from the small of her back to one of those utterly perfect butt cheeks, giving it a mighty squeeze followed by a soft spank and another squeeze.

“MmmMMmm,” Wanda growled, clearly liking it, but then she pulled away. “Um, Robbie- Maybe I’m sending some, uh, mixed signals here, but I’m not ready for sex yet, OK? Soon. Seriously soon. But not yet.”

“That’s totally fine with me, Wanda,” I said, sliding my hand back up from her but and raising my other one to brush some of her blond hair away from the side of her face and behind her ear. It was hanging loose and had a slight uncontrolled waviness she usually styled out of it. “It doesn’t have to happen at all this weekend. Or ever again, if you think going celibate is what you need.”

“God, no,” she chuckled, pulling me down into another quick kiss. “I’m still processing stuff, I’m not shrivelling up from the inside out. And right now my boundaries are that you can kiss the hell out of me, grab my ass, and be your romantic self. Just no sex, OK?”

“How about a massage later?” I offered. “To help you destress.”

“Oooh,” Becca said from behind us.

“That sounds amazing, but ... I think if we do that, you end up balls deep in me, Tiger,” Wanda smirked. “We’ll see how I’m feeling? And I won’t say no to you giving Becca one later today.”

“We’ve got plans for you this morning already,” Becca grinned.

Wanda pulled the simmering sauce off the stovetop and poured it into a heat-safe bowl, and we joined Becca at the kitchen island to eat. The waffles weren’t the best I’d ever had, but they were pretty good, crisp on the outside and fluffy on the inside. It really wasn’t fair to compare, though - I worked in a high-end hotel with multiple restaurants. Waffles were a staple we had to get right. The bacon was my favourite level of crispy without being too stiff, and when I asked, Becca admitted that they’d texted Cassidy for the info.