The Buchanan's Baby(22)

“Well, thankfully, I’m not a huge fan either but my entire life I had to avoid a three-bean salad because people always seem to put garbanzo beans in it. Ruined many a family outing,” he said with mock sadness. She laughed and poured more wine. Nolan accepted the refill but joked, “Careful, I’d hate to think you’re trying to get me drunk to take advantage of me — which I wholly support, of course.”

She laughed and wagged her finger at him, though her cheeks had blazed. “None of that, look what happened the last time.”

Nolan’s gaze strayed to Aubrey and he said with a shrug, “I don’t know, seemed to work out pretty well. She seems like an awesome kid.”

“She’s the best,” Shannon agreed, her eyes sparkling but wary. “However, I’m not looking to give her a sibling anytime soon.”

“Good point,” he agreed, though his heart had taken a leap at the idea. He mentally shook himself. No more pitstops in Crazytown. The very idea of…a delicate shudder tripped down his spine but he covered well by returning to the salad, saying, “Okay, Grill Queen, get ready to show your skills because my salad is going to win awards.”

Shannon laughed and grabbed the meat to put on the grill. “Tough competition but I think my grilling skills are going to make your salad look like amateur hour,” she boasted as she disappeared out the door.

Nolan popped a piece of lettuce in his mouth and chewed. This felt too good. Too easy. Maybe it was the wine. He tossed a few croutons down his throat, hoping to soak up some of the alcohol. The last thing he needed was to give into his baser urges and ruin the entire evening. He was determined to be on his best behavior, no matter that Shannon appealed to him on every level. Shannon reappeared, and he fought to keep his gaze anywhere but on her lean body including the cutest pair of tits he’d ever seen. Bee-stings, that’s what they were. He remembered them well. He distinctly remembered sucking the pearled nipples into his mouth and how Shannon had arched and moaned, gasping as he’d coupled his attentions to her breasts with a finger slipped deep inside her wet and ready core. No! Don’t go there. Too late. “Are you okay?” Shannon asked as she pulled plates from the cabinet. “You look a little flushed.”

“I’m good,” he said quickly, wondering how he was going to hide his growing erection. Perhaps he could hide it behind the salad bowl. No, that wouldn’t look weird at all. No weirder than him springing a boner while shredding fresh spinach leaves. Ugh. “Um, I think Aubrey might need a diaper change,” he lied. “I figured it was best if a professional handled the situation.”

To his relief, Shannon laughed and walked over to Aubrey and picked her up to check. “Nope, all clean,” she said, adding, “You know, diaper duty will be part of the deal. You’ll have to learn eventually.”

“True. Is there a class I should take or is it pretty self-explanatory?”

“It’s not that hard, I promise. I’m sure you can figure it out but I’ll let you off the hook for now.”

“Thanks,” he said, smiling. Finally, his cock had settled down — talking about changing potentially poopy diapers had definitely helped — and he could breathe easier. “Salad’s done,” he announced with flourish. He was pretty proud of his greens, if he did say so himself.

“I’ll go get the steaks,” Shannon said, lifting Aubrey and sliding her into the high chair before heading out with the plate and tongs. She returned a second later with two smoking hot and delectable steaks that made Nolan’s mouth water.

“I think I’m in trouble,” he admitted. “That steak smells like heaven.”

“I warned you, I had skills. We should’ve made a wager. I could’ve come out on top,” she teased.

On top. He groaned privately as his obnoxious man-brain supplied all sorts of ways for her to be on top of him specifically. Was he suddenly regressing to a seventeen-year-old twerp who couldn’t wrangle his sexual drive for one blessed night? He didn’t realize he was frowning until Shannon called him on it, worried. “I was just kidding. I’m sure your salad is wonderful.”

He chuckled, embarrassed. If only his worries were about the quality of his salad. “I’m just starved. I’m about to start gnawing on the wood fixtures if we don’t dish up soon.”

“Oh, well, don’t do that or else I’ll never get my deposit back,” she quipped with a flash of a shy smile. She handed him a plate. “Here, you can have the bigger steak.”