Going Full Throttle

Chapter 38 - Tyler's POV

A man could really get used to waking up to a woman sprawled on top of him every morning. Well, not any woman though. Pia's soft body just fit so perfectly on top of me. Her head rested comfortably on my chest, tilted up so her forehead could press against my throat. Her hair fanned out across my shoulder so that I inhaled vanilla throughout the night.

I could never figure out when or how she climbed up, but I fucking loved that she did. We went to sleep the same every night, laying next to each other with her tucked in my arms. I must sleep like the dead because I never heard or felt her, but every morning, there she was on top of me.

The sound of feet patting across the old wood floor upstairs made me more alert. They ran across the hallway and then were followed by the creak of a door shutting. There was a silent pause then a toilet flush.

I cradled Pia's neck then turned on my side to deposit her onto her own side of the mattress. Then I took a quick survey of the room to ensure everything was rated G. We practically matched in aged teeshirts and boxer shorts, although Pia's were a little tighter. All of the condom wrappers had been cleaned up and thrown away last night, and we'd slept with the window open.

I relaxed against the headboard and waited for the invasion I knew was about to take place. It was probably not ideal for Finn to know about Pia and me. For one, he was a kid with a lot of questions and we didn't have all of the answers. He already thought I was her boyfriend though, and hiding at this point was near impossible. We never really agreed to tell him anything, he just already knew.

I spent the last few seconds of silence thinking about how interwoven this had all become in a short week since the garden party. Pia and I had settled into a routine together that had come so easily to us we barely ever had to discuss anything. We spent the days going about our regular business. Usually, Pia had work and I spent time with the Thompsons. Then every night I was in her horrible lump bed.

The lack of conversations about how this all worked made it easy, but it also left gaps in my understanding. Finn thought I was her boyfriend, was I? Weren't you supposed to ask somebody or was it just a given since we were two adults who admitted to caring about each other? Was this what dating was? Could it be dating if we had never gone on a date? I was no expert, but it almost felt like the last two months had been an excessive amount of foreplay. By the time we finally got here we were so impatient we skipped the appetizer and meal to get to dessert.

Not that I was complaining, if being with Pia like this was dessert, I could care less about eating my dinner first. It wasn't even just the sex. I never realized how great it felt to just talk to a person; laugh with them, make fun of them, then, of course, have sex.

"Shhhhh," I warned as the door creaked open. I couldn't even see Finn yet but I knew he would come in guns-a-blazin'.

"G'mowning," Finn stage-whispered as he ran across the floor, shortly followed by Petey. Pia mumbled under her breath and flopped her head around but didn't open her eyes.

Finn didn't wait for an invitation and climbed over me, somehow managing to get a foot against my cheek, then flopped between us on the blanket. Petey wiggled his ass like he was about to follow suit before I snapped my fingers and pointed at the ground for him to lay down. He ignored me, seating himself right next to the bed with his drooly face pathetically drooped next to my pillow.

"Can we have a slumba-pawty in my woom tonight?" Finn asked sleepily as he got comfortable between us.

"You and Petey barely fit in that bed," I yawned, "Where would I sleep?"

"On the floowr?" Finn suggested with an easy shrug.

"I get the floor? I thought I was your best friend." I glared indignantly down at the boy.