"I missed you when I woke up," he told me softly. His morning voice was even deeper than normal with a gravelly quality that I found irresistible. "And I used your toothbrush."

"That's cool. I know where your mouth has been," I joked. I rose to my feet and rolled up Mom's bamboo mat. "Coffee?"

"Hells yes," he grunted. He watched me as I made my way inside. When I returned with two steaming mugs, he asked, "Do you do that every day?"

"Yoga? Pretty much."

Taking a sip of coffee, he made a grunt-like noise of appreciation. "Explains a lot."

"Like what?" I asked, wondering if I was about to be offended.

"For one, you've got the most amazin' body I've ever laid eyes on."

"And for two?"

"You're stupid strong."

I blushed at that. "Does that bother you?"

"Fuck no. It means you'll give as good as you get," he replied with a grin. His eyes sparkled with warmth. "I'm thinkin' I'm a fuckin' lucky man."

"Yeah, you are." I winked. "What do you want to do today?"

He smiled and bit his bottom lip, which did funny things to my lady bits. "You."

I don't know why I'm blushing, especially after last night.

"You're too cute, Baby Girl." He laughed.

Instead of concentrating on all the wonderful, mushy, embarrassing things he was making me feel, I brought my coffee cup to my lips.

Reaching over, he took my free hand with his. "I don't care what we do. I just want to be with you."

My gaze raised to his. "Okay."

His pupils dilated nicely. "How are you feelin'?"

"Good," I replied, putting down my coffee cup.

He took the opportunity to pull me out of my seat and position me on his lap.

"I'm all sweaty!" I protested.

"Yeah, like that'll stop me." He grinned and took possession of my mouth. His hands pulled me in, my ass grinding into his thickening groin.

"I want you," I whispered against his mouth, surprising myself. I hadn't meant to say anything. It'd sort of just...come out.

"I want you, too," he murmured back.

"Hi! We're home!" Alys called out from the front door. "I tried calling you, but you didn't ans-" She stopped dead at the sight of Phil, almost completely naked, with his hair down.

Her voice had startled us into jumping to our feet.

Phil pulled me in front of him in an attempt to shield their eyes from his bulge-or maybe the other way around. Either way, he was chubbed, and he didn't want them staring at it.

"Hey, guys!" Lili chimed, bouncing into the kitchen, stopping in her tracks next to Alys.

"'Mornin'," Phil drawled.

They just stared, jaws hanging open, and I was finding the whole thing highly amusing. I didn't mind showing off the eye-candy.

"Okay, I think I should put some pants on," he stated, not moving.

There were only three outcomes to this. One, Lili was going to have a seizure. Two, Lili was going to start foaming at the mouth. Three, Lili was going to pass out.

Alys opened her mouth, and...nothing came out.

"Babe, I think you should." I laughed at Phil. "Lili looks apoplectic."

He kissed the top of my head, and I guessed his cock had gone down enough to maneuver around me and head inside. Alys and Lili didn't move, rooted to their spots. Alys was pink-cheeked and looking at something above my head while Lili's eyes were glued to his crotch.

"Ladies?" he asked, his voice deep and smooth.

Alys sidestepped, unable to look at him. Phil crossed the threshold, passing Lili, who was now staring daggers at me. Without breaking eye contact with me, Lili raised her hand and back-swatted his perfect ass with scary precision.

"Oy!" he roared as he spun round. "That's sexual harassment!" he barked, pointing at her.

She rounded on him. "No shit! If I'm going to come home to be visually sexually assaulted by the battle of the boxer bulge-"

"Well, you are eye-level with it," said Alys dryly.

"Then, I have to defend myself somehow!" Lili finished.

Alys and I were cracking up. These two were hilarious together. It was like watching a bullmastiff face off against a teacup Chihuahua.

Phil thrust his hand down the front of his boxers.

"Oh, shit just got real!" Alys whispered.

"Shit just got real, real," I whispered back one of Lili's favorite lines.

"You got a problem with my bulge?" he demanded, feigning incredulousness and lewdly flopping his junk around inside his underwear.

"Uh, yeah! It's all up in my face, and it's not like I can do anything with it! That glorious piece belongs to my best friend!" she snapped back.

Phil blinked. "Glorious piece, eh?"

Alys was laughing so hard that no sound was coming out of her. Her nostrils were flaring, and tears were leaking from her eyes, her mouth gaping in a silent O. I was snorting and choking behind my hand, my own eyes leaking copiously.

"Yes. Glorious piece!" hissed Lili.

"Well, when you put it that way..." he conceded, removing his hand from his crotch. Then, in a sneaky attack move worthy of Lili herself, he wiped his crotchy hand all over her face. "You can at least have some junk funk!"

Lili screeched shrilly, her arms flailing. "Ugh! No!"

Phil took off, sprinting up the stairs.

Alys was now silently laughing on the kitchen floor, and I could barely hold myself up by the breakfast bar.

"Damn," said Lili. "I don't know whether to decontaminate my face or never wash it again."

Alys finally sucked in a deep breath. "Oh. My. God!" she shouted. "That was the funniest shit ever!"

"Kenna!" Lili venomously whispered. "How could you let him walk around like that? Now, I'm gonna expect to see that on a regular basis! It ain't right!"

Alys started howling.

"Just sharing the love with my girls." I laughed.

Lili's face brightened. "Oh! Speaking of love, how was it?"

"By it, do you mean-"

"Everything!"

"I promise," I said, laughing, "I will tell you guys everything later."

"Was it at least good?" Alys's voice came off the kitchen floor.

"It was...phenomenal."

Lili high-fived me on my way to the stairs.

Up in my room, I found Phil sprawled on the bed on his back, his cell phone up to his ear.

"That sounds good, Dad," he said. He held his free hand out toward me. Taking my hand, he yanked me down next to him, anchoring me to his side. "Okay. Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow then. Love you, too."

Aw. That just made my heart melt.

He snapped his phone shut. "Am I in trouble?"

"Huh?"

"For wipin' junk funk all over her face."

Cracking up, I replied, "No! That was fucking priceless!"

"Is she mad?"

"Are you kidding? She's never washing her face again. You just made her day, maybe her whole week."

He looked at me in utter revulsion. "Seriously?"

"No!" I laughed and pushed myself up. "Now, let's take a shower-"

"Actually...I was thinking we could go to my place and check out the bath tub. I haven't used it yet."

"On second thought, let me get some clothes, and we'll head over to your place."

Sitting in the ridiculously massive sparkly black granite tub, which also had the waterfall faucets on a smaller scale, we passed a blunt back and forth as we waited for it to fill up. I sat across from him, and no shit, this thing was big enough to fit three of him.

This corner of the house faced to the left, so all we saw were willow and walnut trees and the scene beyond River Road to the Mississippi. I loved the view.

Phil had pulled his hair back when we got back to his place, and I couldn't decide how I liked it best. When he pulled it back, he looked all badass with his gorgeous cheekbones and deep-set eyes highlighted. I adored the rough hollow of his cheeks and his slender long nose and the way his nostrils flared. And his mouth...by the gods, his mouth was full and sensuous with the fantastic ability to twist cruelly. He was just so beautiful, so striking. And he was almost completely hairless. He had hair on his legs and groin, but his arms and chest were naturally quite smooth. I studied his features with avid fascination, and taking a few hits off the blunt, he was silently watching me as I did so.

It struck me suddenly. He reminded me of the few photos I had seen of my grandfather.

"You're Native American, aren't you?" I blurted out.

His eyebrows rose in surprise. "My mom was Choctaw."

"Full blood?" Now, it was my turn to be surprised. Most of the Native Americans around these parts weren't.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Wow. I totally see it."

He flushed a little and passed the blunt to me. "Is that a problem?"

Now, it was my turn to feel all offended. "No. I was just trying to place your features."

"Place my features?" He sounded pissed.

"Your eyes, cheekbones, nose and mouth-they're beautiful. They remind me of the pictures I've seen of my grandfather."

He looked surprised again, and his voice lost its pissy edge. "He was a Native?"

"He was half Cherokee. He was born and raised in Virginia. His mom was full-blooded. She was gorgeous."

"Huh. I sure don't see it in you."

"Yeah, I look like Da. He's from Inverness."

"Scotland?"

I nodded. "You could see it in my mom though. I was always so jealous of her in that respect. I thought she was so beautiful. I loved her long dark hair and her eyes. I always wished I looked more like her."

Phil was studying me now. "I think you're perfect the way you are. I've always thought you were the most beautiful creature I've ever seen." I felt myself blush, and he grinned. "I like that you blush, too."