Take a Breath(66)

“Fuck, Ana. Every fucking time you do this to me.”

He makes a beautiful animalistic sound as he releases his hot cum inside. Like always, I accept every single bit he’s got to release. He rests his forehead on my shoulder and I let out a contented sigh.

We stay there a few moments until we hear the door open and Matthew’s voice booming from downstairs. Jake stiffens and quickly drops me. I almost fall to the floor, which starts the uncontrollable giggling.

“Oops, sorry, Ana. You okay?”

I nod my head and pull my skirt down as I watch Jake frantically trying to do his trousers up. Hopping around the room, he falls down on the floor with a loud thump. I can’t help it, the giggles turn in to haughty laughter. I press my hand over my mouth as I try so hard not to laugh too loudly.

Finally, Jake manages to get up from the floor—trousers intact— just in time for Matthew’s knocking on the door.

“Everything ok in there?” he asks.

I look at Jake, still trying to stifle my giggles. He looks back, shakes his head and makes his way to answer the door. Once he’s there, he spots my panties still lying on the floor. He picks them up quickly and places them in his pocket.

Once the door is open, Matthew studies us for a moment and notices my silly grin. His mouth twitches up into a smile.

“What have I missed?” he asks.

I start laughing again as Jake leads Matthews away from the door.

“Nothing, Matthew. Ana’s just a little drunk and fell over, that’s all.”

My laughter abruptly stops. The little shit’s blamed it all on me.

“It sounds as though someone had a good time tonight and it’s only seven-thirty. Are you okay? You didn’t hurt yourself did you, Ana?”

I shake my head. “No, no. I’m fine, Matthew. Right as rain me, but thanks for asking. Your dad helped me out no end.”

Matthew smiled, obviously a little amused at my ‘drunkenness,’ but completely oblivious to my insinuation. Jake however stiffens and leads Matthew towards the stairs.

“So how was practice, Matthew?” he asks, going down the stairs.

The boys disappear and only muffled sounds could be heard after that.

I stumble out of my work clothes and feel a shower is in order after today. I step in and let the cool water envelope me as I close my eyes. Boy, I needed that. The drink soon starts wearing off and I’m left a little fuzzy headed from the remains of the alcohol still in my system.

I dry myself off and look through the wardrobe and drawers for some comfortable clothes. I eventually settle on a pair of short denim shorts and a loose fitting white blouse. I then head on downstairs where the smell of cooked chicken greats me. My stomach growls in protest, as I head for the door.

Jake comes over and hands me a tall glass of orange juice, which I thank him for. He gives me an appreciative look and I nearly melt then and there. It’s amazing how my emotions seem to be changing so rapidly around him.

He carries on frying his chicken as Matthew speaks. “Are you coming tomorrow night, Ana? I have a game at 6pm against Richmond.”

I look to Jake and he nods. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Matthew.”

“Great,” he beams. It should be fun kicking their ass.”

Jake spins round. “Hey watch it, son.”

I giggle, Jake certainly has a thing about people using bad language around him, yet he swears like a trooper.

“Well, I’m certainly looking forward to someone around here getting their asses kicked.”

Matthew looks at me, frowns, but then smiles. Jake just glares at me.

“Watch it, Ana,” he scolds.

I start laughing again. “Jake, I’m sorry, but I can’t take you seriously when you have an apron on and you’re pointing a spatula at me.”

Matthew rears into a fit of giggles and at first Jake stands there not amused, but even he succumbs to the laughter in the end.

“We all look so happy,” Matthew observed. “It’s so nice to see.”

Jake and I both smile at Matthew’s comment and then we smile at each other. It would seem we all agreed with that.

A ring on the doorbell brings us out of our moment. I get to go and answer the door, but a giant runs over to block my way.

“Hold up, Ana. You’re not answering that.”

He flies out of the kitchen as I roll my eyes at Matthew.

Jake yells out, “I saw that,” as his back is turned and out the door.

“How on earth did he see that?” I say, as I put my hands up in frustration.

Matthew starts laughing. “I think cops have these special chips inserted into their brains when they join the force. It enables them—as well as other things—to see behind their backs.”