My hands skate down her sides until they settle on her hips, then I pull her in for a much less casual kiss. Her body melts against mine at the stab of my tongue, a faint sound of pleasure slipping out of her. I need to take her out. I need to spend some time with her.
I need to take her upstairs, strip off these clothes, and bury myself deep inside her.
Probably can’t do that with her sister here, though.
Moira pulls back and smiles up at me tenderly, smoothing her hands down over my lapels. “How was your day, honey?”
“Not bad,” I murmur. Then, raising my voice enough for Gwen to hear, I ask, “What is my favorite sister-in-law doing here?”
Gwen smiles and pushes up off the couch. “Your only sister-in-law is here playing chaperone. I had no idea you guys had a whole kinky love nest thing going on here. I thought I caught my sister being a desperate housewife, so being the dutiful sister-in-law that I am, I stayed here and made sure no funny business went on until you got home.”
I shake my head, amused. “Well, much as I appreciate the loyalty, they’re allowed all the ‘funny business’ they want. The more orgasms Moira can have in a day, the better that day is.”
Gwen’s shoulders sag and she sighs. “Why didn’t I meet you first?”
Moira chokes on her laughter. “Back off my men, Gwen. Jesus.”
Gwen pouts. “Being married with a new baby sucks. I don’t get orgasms from even one man, let alone two. You guys are depressing me.”
“Sounds like your husband is depressing,” I remark.
“Compared to Mr. Give Her Orgasms, yeah. He can’t even be bothered to come home at a decent time each night. After I’ve been parenting all day long on three hours of sleep. I don’t have time to eat and he can just go out after work and blow off steam. I’m lucky if I get a shower every day. You guys are so bad at marriage. How is she this happy to see you at the end of the day? Sometimes when I’m getting up with Layla for the 18th time in a given night, I daydream about pouring scalding hot coffee over my husband’s head while he sleeps. That’s what marriage is supposed to be like. You guys are doing it wrong.”
“Well, she’s happy to see me because I make sure she has plenty of time for sleep, showering, eating, and also I make sure she gets multiple orgasms each day. Sounds like Carl needs to step his shit up.”
“I’m going to send him to you for husband lessons,” she agrees.
I look past the women at Griff, awkwardly cradling the tiny baby against his chest. “How are you holding up back there, Griff? Need a break from baby duty?”
Moira grabs my arm, her eyes widening with urgency. “Please don’t hold that baby. My maternal yearning is already off the charts; if I see you with a baby, too, I’ll die.”
I cock an eyebrow at her. “After everything your sister just said? That didn’t put you off babies altogether?”
Moira blinks at me like I’ve just uttered the most ridiculous set of words she can imagine. “Have you seen how small her little hands and feet are? Heard the adorable noises she makes? She’s wearing a onesie. Her legs are pudgy and adorable. She looks like an angel when she sleeps. Babies are majestic and Layla is making me want one desperately.”
“So you can be up all night and not have time to shower?”
Moira plants a hand on her hip and looks up at me expectantly. “Between you and Griff if I can’t get some relief, then you should both be ashamed of yourselves. Besides, you rarely go out after work. You’ll be home most evenings, and if you’re not here, we’ll make sure Griff is.”
I lean in and brush my lips against hers one more time. “I like to come home and spend my free time with you.”
Gwen sighs heavily, shaking her head as she goes over to Griff. “Give me my baby back before I stick my head in an oven.”
“Yeah,” Griff agrees, shifting the baby. “Being around them when you’re in a shitty marriage is the most depressing thing in the world.”
“I’m not in a shitty marriage,” she mutters, half-heartedly, like even she can’t muster the energy to believe it.
Griff lifts his eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but he hands her Layla. The baby fusses immediately, but settles down once she realizes she’s being handed off to her mom.
“There’s my little buttercup,” Gwen croons, kissing the baby’s tiny forehead. “Did you like hanging out with Uncle Griff?”
Griff brightens. “I get uncle status?”
Gwen shrugs, like she’s not altogether confident, but the decision has been made. “The boss said it was okay, so I guess it’s okay.”
I smile and squeeze Moira closer, murmuring, “Have I mentioned I like your sister?”
Moira smiles up at me fondly, leaning into my side and wrapping her arm around my back. “She’s a smart cookie.”