Untameable (BWWM)

Chapter 8

I woke up on a typical Sunday morning. Heavy sunbeams poured through the curtains of our bedroom and forced me out of a deep sleep. The smell of freshly cook bacon wafted about my nose along with cinnamon and nutmeg.

There was a time I hated Sunday's. I would have to wake up on my one off day of the week, get dressed in fancy threads, and spend possibly six hours in church listening to that knucklehead preacher talk about tithe, with his broke ass.

Now, I love Sunday's. It's the only day of the week Grant and I both have off and we spend the whole day together. He'll still receive calls left and right and sometime spend hours on the phone, paying me little attention. But at least he's home instead of at the firm. That is, unless he gets called in by his Dad, which is more often than I'd like.

I crawled outta bed and freshened up in the bathroom by splashing cold water on my face and brushing my teeth. My hair was still tucked into my silk scarf and I had no intention of taking it off while in the comfort of my own home.

Grant was in the kitchen, cooking up some breakfast while listening to a classic Deftones album. When I walked in, he was wearing an old Punisher t-shirt with cut off sleeves and basketball shorts. His hair hadn't been combed not one bit and it was looking an adorable hot mess.

"Morning, Mrs. Augustus," he greeted without looking away from the stove.

I didn't answer.

Instead, I ran to him and jumped into his arms. His hands gripped my bottom and mine held onto his shoulders. I showered his handsome face with kisses and he could do nothing but endure it. My lips found his cheeks, forehead, eyes, nose, and finally his lips.

"Good morning, G," I finally responded before returning to kiss him all over his reddening face. I couldn't help it. I just love him so much. "I missed you while I was asleep."

"Uh oh," he feigned alarm. "Someone's ovulating." Grant gave a deep chuckle but welcomed all of my affection. He really had no choice but to.

The only time I'm ever this clingy and emotional is when I'm nearing my menstrual cycle. That's really only the first week or so before my period. Other than that, I'm my usual standoffish and unapproachable self so he eats up these precious moments, monthly.

It's also the one of rare occasions I am constantly aroused. It's almost an inconvenience. I would be ready for him to fuck my insides up any time, day or night, and I'm not too proud to admit that I've actually showed up to the firm once or twice for some quick action. We hadn't been intimate since we got back from Georgia so I was more than ready for him to have his way with me and adorn my body with equal affection. Today would be one of those days we never leave the bed.

"What's on the menu for breakfast?" I asked in between kisses.

"Your favourite. Homemade French toast, bacon, and silken eggs with cheese."

"Mm," I moaned into his neck before placing another kiss. "Sounds delicious." I was gently placed on my feet but I really didn't wanna let go of him.

I freed him anyhow and sat in our corner breakfast nook nearest the wall as I watched him finishing up our meal.

He moved about expertly, as he always does. G can't do much in the kitchen but he always excelled at breakfast food. Soon, he was setting a plate of steaming goodness in front of me and a glass of apple juice. Grant and I usually stuck to a low carb and no sugar diet but since we've been on vacation and back, we've kinda let ourselves go a bit. Sunday's are our cheat days anyways.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome, Mrs. Augustus."