Desirable Lies

I'll Be There For You

~John~

She pulls the chain above her, water cascading down from the shower head, drenching her from head to toe.

I get half hard again watching her. Streams of water run down her body and her nipples harden from the cool water. I have to force myself to look away to try and tame my erection. I've hit it off with her parents nicely and I wouldn't want to undo all my good first impressions by getting an awkward boner while I ogle their daughter.

Katy shifts her gaze on me and her challenging smirk tells me she knows exactly what game she's playing. I raise an eyebrow in question and Katy shuts off the spray of water and wraps a towel around herself.

A shriek pierces the otherwise peaceful setting and all eyes dart over to the patio doors. Kylie is carrying a screaming baby on her hip. I cross the stone walkway and take the bag from her shoulder, no way I'm offering to take a screaming baby. A calm one, I might attempt, but not this thing.

"Thanks. And sorry about Max," Kylie says, accepting my help.

"Not a problem. Is everything...okay?" I ask, lifting an eyebrow at the baby, in question.

"He's been like this for days. Cries nonstop." she explains. "Hopefully he'll quiet down. I'm so sorry, I don't want him to ruin the party."

"He's not, Kylie. Not at all." I lead her over to the bar, where Ben and Carl have been all afternoon.

Introductions are exchanged while Ben pours Kylie wine.

"Are you sure you don't want something stronger?" Carl asks, smiling at the still wailing baby in her arms.

"I'm pretty sure my eardrums burst two days ago." She laughs.

"Let me take him," Katy offers, crossing around the bar and stopping before Kylie. "Do you mind?"

Her eyebrows shoot up her forehead in surprise."You can try..." No sooner than the words are out of Kylie's mouth and the baby's in Katy's arms, his crying stops entirely. The sudden silence surprises us all and we stand there, staring at Katy holding a baby.

"Hey little man," Katy says, bouncing the baby on her hip.

"What is she, the baby whisperer?" Carl jokes.

The sight of Katy with a baby in her arms does something strange to me. My heart flutters in my chest and I absently press my palm against it, trying to get it to beat normally once again. What the hell? Katy's babbling something to him, something I can't quite make out, but her voice is whisper soft and sweet, unlike I've ever heard before. I decide that I like it. Quite a lot. She sits down with him on her lap and feeds him little bites of crackers that she's broken into tiny pieces. I never knew this could be so captivating, but for some damn reason, they have captured my absolute attention.

***

When Katy and I crawl into bed that night, we're both tired from the afternoon spent entertaining.

"I'm glad our families met," she says around a yawn.

"Me too."

"What did you and my dad talk about?" I guess she noticed that I talked to him all afternoon.

"Mostly we talked about my work. A little bit about my family. Nothing too exciting. Just small talk," I lie.

I won't tell Katy, but I'd told her father that I'm madly in love with her. She's it for me. I asked for his blessing and told him I planned to spend the rest of my life loving her. He stood there with a serious expression as though he was sizing up not just me as a man, but also my intentions. After a tense moment, he smiled and shook my hand and then welcomed me into the family. Our mid day fuck was actually a celebratory fuck, she just didn't know that.