There are weird noises coming from the garage, and I don’t know what to do. Xander is home. At least, I think he is. It’s the only reason noise would be coming from garage, right? This is why I liked living in an apartment. I knew where most of the noises were coming from.
I tiptoe to the kitchen and pull a baking sheet out of the cabinet. It’s the only form of protection I can think to grab. We have a few frying pans, but they are heavy, and I didn’t want to have to balance it as I move through the house.
Luckily, the floor doesn’t creak as I make my way toward the garage door. As slowly has possible, I turn the knob and pull it open. The baking sheet is raised above my head as I move into the garage, ready to do some serious damage to whoever is in there.
“Woah, Kate. What the hell are you doing?” Xander’s voice stops me in my tracks.
“What do you mean? I thought there was intruder. I was getting ready to defend myself.”
“With a baking sheet?”
Okay, so maybe the weapon of choice is slightly ridiculous. But it’s the best I could do at the time.
“What else was I going to use?”
“I have a bat in the linen closet.” Why didn’t I know that?
“Oh.” It’s all I can say.
“Yeah,” he laughs. “You didn’t think to call out for me first?”
“Not really. I didn’t want to alert a possible burglar.” Shrugging, I set the pan on a shelf, “what are you doing out here anyway?”
He points in the area of the garage he was in. “I was trying to get the lawnmower out so I could mow the grass, but it’s stuck behind all the stuff we still need to unpack. How did your tiny apartment hold all this?”
“It was magical.”
“Of that I’m certain,” he grins. I have a feeling the only magical times he’s thinking of is when we were in bed. Or, when he was cooking us something.
“Why do you need to mow? The grass isn’t even that bad.” It didn’t look horrible to me anyway. The complex had grass taller than that many times while I was living there.
“Because I don’t want it to get too bad.” He pauses for a second and chuckles to himself, “you know, maybe my dad was right.”
“About what?”
“Wanting to mow when you have your own yard. I hated doing this growing up. But now…I want our yard to be enviable.”
My eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “People like enviable yards?”
“Yep,” he pops the “p”. “I plan on doing a little bit of landscaping to the front yard, too. Eric tried with a few potted plants, but I want to turn it into a mini oasis.”
“Should we get Carlos’s approval for that. You know, since we’re renting the house from him.”
“Already did.” His grin is wide. He’s like a kid in a candy store.
“Oh, okay then.” I point my thumb over my shoulder, “I’m gonna go back inside.”
“Or, you could learn how to mow.”
“I’d really rather not.” Flowers are my jam, and I’ll be helping him pick the right ones for the yard. Mowing, however, is not. There’s nothing that could make me do it unless I absolute have to.
“One day I’ll teach you.” He moves a couple of boxes out of the way until he can grab the lawnmower.
“Don’t hold your breath. Where did we get a lawnmower anyway? I know I didn’t have one.”
“Dad gave it to me when we got this place. It’s their old one because he got himself a riding one. Thank God this lot isn’t that big.”
“Well, I have fun with that. I’ll be in there with coffee.” I point toward the house again. “Maybe when you’re done, you’ll get a reward.”
“I definitely like the sound of that.” He rushes to me and scoops me in his arms, planting his lips on mine for a deep kiss. Pulling away, he says, “or, I could skip mowing.”
“Yeah, I like that idea much better.” He sets me down and I lead him into the house.
As soon as the door is closed, and locked, I yank at the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head. We leave a trail of clothes all the way to the bedroom. He backs me up until the back of my legs hit the bed and I fall backward. His arms reach out around to soften the fall.
He kisses me once. Twice. Three times. Then he’s trailing his lips down my body. Each kiss sending a shiver throughout me. Once he’s where I want him most, he throws my legs over his shoulders. His tongue circles around my clit as I grab onto the sheets for stability.
Two of his fingers slide into me, pumping back and forth until I’m seeing stars. This is definitely better than him mowing.