She stared at him as if in awe. Eventually, he had to ask, “What?”
She wrapped both arms around his waist and snuggled against his shoulder. “Sometimes it just hits me,” she whispered. “How lucky I am to be with you.”
“I’m the lucky one.”
There was a crunch of gravel in the driveway. Rebekah stiffened.
“What time is it?”
Outside, a car door slammed shut.
Eric checked the grandfather clock. “Um, almost six.”
“Already?” she gasped. “Hurry up and come.”
“I wonder who that is,” he said, trying to see out in the driveway through a window on the far wall.
Looking half-panicked, Rebekah shoved him back so that his cock slipped from her body. She dropped to her knees in front of him and sucked him into her mouth. She was obviously intent on making him come as quickly as possible. He let the pleasure consume him, tenderly tucking her hair behind her ears as she bobbed her head and sucked hard. He erupted in her mouth, his body taut as he let go.
She swallowed his offering and hopped to her feet, tugging his shorts in place as the doorbell rang. “We’ll do this again later,” she promised. “You can take as long as you want then.”
He chuckled. Six weeks ago, he never took long at all, and now she was apologizing for making him come too fast.
“I love you, woman.”
She grinned. “I know. I love you too. Go answer the door. I need to find some panties.”
She hurried out of the room. The doorbell rang again. “Come on, dude!” he heard Brian call from the front porch. “All this stuff is getting heavy!”
“Well, if you’d let me carry something,” Myrna complained.
“You are. You’re carrying my baby.”
Eric opened the door, smiling at the bickering couple. “Hey, I wasn’t expecting you two.”
“Oh yeah,” Brian said. He had a Crock-Pot under one arm, a large casserole dish in another, and several bags dangling from both hands. “Surprise!”
Myrna hugged Eric. “Happy birthday!” She slipped around his body to enter the foyer. Brian followed.
“Where’s the kitchen?” Myrna asked. “I need to warm stuff up.”
“I’ll show you,” Brian said.
“Make yourself at home,” Eric called after them.
Eric honestly didn’t think this day could get any better, and then another car pulled up in the driveway. It was Sed’s Mercedes.
Sed and Jessica took awhile to get out of the car. They were too busy making out in the front seat. Eric stood patiently on the porch so he could let them in the house when they decided they were finished sucking face, and Sed finished doing whatever he was doing with his head under the dashboard.
Rebekah appeared beside Eric and handed him another birthday present.
“Should I open it now?” he asked.
“Yeah. I don’t want all the women staring at my fine piece of man meat all evening.”
He laughed. As if. He opened the box and found a black T-shirt.
The words Dirty Old Man were scribed across its front in white lettering. He chuckled and pulled it over his head. He kissed her temple and murmured, “Later I’ll show you how dirty this old man can be.”
“I’m counting on it.” She reached up on tiptoes to kiss him and stroked his hair lovingly. “I’m going to help Myrna. It was so awesome of her to make us all dinner.”
“Who’s all?” Eric asked.
“You’ll see.”
He hoped all didn’t include Isaac.
Eventually, Sed climbed out of the car and dashed around the vehicle to open the door for Jessica. They shared a few more moments of locking lips, and then Sed went to the trunk. Jessica carried gift bags and Sed carried a big box that looked suspiciously like a cake box. In a sweet little sundress and matching short-sleeved jacket, Jessica looked as smokin’ hot as ever. No wonder Sed couldn’t keep his hands off her.
At the same instant, Sed and Jessica noticed Eric standing on the steps waiting. “Hey,” Sed said. “Happy birthday.”
When the couple climbed onto the wraparound porch, Jessica lifted a hand and patted Eric’s cheek. She read his shirt and laughed.
“Dirty old man? Perfect.”
Jace and Aggie arrived a few minutes later. They had presents and food too. Jace offered Eric a playful punch in the ribs. “Sorry we’re late,” he said. “Aggie was finishing your present.”
Eric felt the blood drain from his face. “Please don’t tell me it’s a whip.”
Jace laughed. “You’ll have to wait and see.”
“You look happy,” Aggie commented, tucking her long, silky black hair behind both ears and kissing his cheek.
“I am happy. Old, but happy.”
A van pulled into the drive. It took Eric a moment to recognize it as belonging to Rebekah’s parents. Great. Eric’s smile faded. No doubt they’d brought Isaac along for kicks and giggles. He’d like to kick him, that’s for sure. And it would make him giggle. Trey climbed out of the drivers’ seat and opened the side door to lower Dave in his wheelchair to the ground. No one else emerged from the van. Eric sighed in relief.
Dave wheeled himself through the gravel and onto the sidewalk that led to the front porch. At the bottom of the steps he stopped and looked up at Eric. “The ADA is gonna have your ass, Sticks. How am I supposed to get up the steps?”
“Getcher lazy ass out of the chair,” Trey said.
Eric watched in stunned silence as Dave moved the foot pedals of his wheelchair aside, grabbed the banister, and pulled himself to his feet.
“You got it?” Trey asked him.
“Yep,” Dave said breathlessly. With tremendous effort and using the handrail for support, Dave slowly climbed the four stairs to stand on the porch. Eric grabbed him in a tremendous bear hug while Trey folded Dave’s wheelchair and hefted it up the steps.
“You can walk?” Eric said.
There was suddenly a smaller body participating in their hug fest. Rebekah was literally sobbing with happiness.
“Okay,” Dave said. “I need to sit down again. I’m still weak as a fuckin’ kitten. I can only move a few steps at a time.”
They helped him back into his chair and bumped him over the threshold into the house.
“Is everyone here?” Trey asked.
Rebekah nodded. “How’s Isaac?” she asked.
“He’ll be okay,” Trey promised. “I know just the guy for him.”
Everyone in the foyer stared. “No, not me. You know how I feel about serious relationships.” He made a face of disgust and Rebekah laughed.
“And I wanted to date you,” she said. “Good thing I didn’t stay hung up on you for too long. Heartbreaker.”
“Cock tease,” Trey shot back.
Dave chuckled. “You’ve no idea how happy I am to hear him call you that.”
Rebekah glanced at Eric and turned beet red.
“How’s your mother doing?” Eric asked Dave, hoping to change the subject.
“Better. They’re trying her on some new meds. She sounded great when I talked to her a couple hours ago. You should call her, Rebekah.”
Rebekah nodded. “I will after Eric’s party.”
“She’s not stuck in her Isaac-and-Rebekah loop anymore.”
“That’s a relief,” Rebekah said. She stroked her brother’s hair and kissed his forehead. “You had to go and one-up me, didn’t you?”
“Huh?”
“I plan all this stuff for Eric’s birthday, and you show up and promptly start walking.” She shook her head as if annoyed. “Figures.”
“Sibling rivalry at its finest.” Dave grabbed her around the waist and tumbled her onto his lap so he could tickle her. She laughed and squirmed, finally landing herself in a heap on the floor. Smiling broadly, Eric helped her to her feet.
They made their way into the kitchen where Myrna was busy getting the meal heated and appropriately served. Brian was at underfoot as he tried to help. Eventually, she grabbed him by both arms and gave him a hard shake. “I know you want to help, but will you sit down and let me get this done? Back off! I’m fine. I’m not the first woman to have a baby, you know!”