“What the fuck?” he growls, and my foggy mind takes a moment to register that the doorbell is going off.

“Don’t stop. They’ll go away,” I plead, not above begging.

“Make it fast, baby.” His fingers work faster, curling up to hit my G-spot, and his mouth latches on to my clit, pulling hard, sending me spiraling through a short but sweet orgasm while the doorbell continues to chime.

“I’m gonna kill whoever’s at the door.” He knifes out of bed, tossing the blanket over the lower half of my naked body.

“Okay,” I agree, and he grins with a shake of his head, roaming his eyes over me while pulling on his sweats.

“Don’t move,” he orders, growling, “Fuck,” when I raise my arms over my head to stretch.

“The door,” I remind him, as he stalks toward me.

“This better be good,” he grumbles, turning and leaving the room without another look at the bed, where I’m sprawled out.

“Bitch, get your ass out here!” JJ yells, and I sit up and swing my eyes to the clock on the bedside table. I knew it was early, judging by the light coming in through the blinds, but it’s not even 7:00 yet.

“What the hell?” Rolling out of bed, I rush to the bathroom and pull on my robe, tying it around my waist, then stop at my dresser and slip on a pair of panties before leaving the room. When I make it to the kitchen, Evan is standing near the coffeepot, watching JJ, who has made herself at home in the kitchen, where she is currently rummaging through the fridge.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, and her head pops up out of the fridge so she can glare at me.

“I don’t know.” She tosses some lunchmeat onto the counter, along with a jar of mayo, and then stomps to the breadbox, opening it up and pulling out a loaf of bread. “I haven’t seen or heard from you in three weeks, and I had to find out from Brew, of all people, that my girl is engaged. What the fuck?” she asks, putting her hands on her hips.

“I suck,” I mutter, feeling horrible for not calling her with my good news. But honestly there has been so much on my mind lately including the fact I found out a few days ago that I’m pregnant. I’m still in shock from seeing the two pink lines on the test I took and have been trying to find a way to tell Evan we’re going to have a baby.

“You don’t suck, but Jesus…could have called me,” she says, opening drawers and closing them until she finds what she’s looking for. “I better be invited to the wedding.”

“You are,” I agree. “Do you want help?” I ask as she massacres the sandwich she’s attempting to throw together.

“No.” She smushes the two pieces of bread together with turkey meat and mayo in-between them. “When Brew told me your news this morning, I left before I could finish making my lunch.” She grabs a paper towel, wrapping her sandwich in it.

“Oh,” I mumble, shooting a glance in Evan’s direction, who hasn’t moved from his position near the coffeepot. I can tell by his expression, that he doesn’t know whether to laugh or yell.

“Now, let me see your ring.” Holding out my hand toward her, she takes my hand in hers and looks the ring over. “It’s beautiful. I’m happy for you,” she says quietly, meeting my gaze.

“Thank you, JJ. I’m sorry I didn’t call.”

“Don’t worry about it. You can pay me back with tequila one night.” She grins then looks over at Evan. “You did good.” He lifts his chin, and she shakes her head then looks at me, smiling. “I gotta go to work, but we’ll get together soon.”

“I’ll call you,” I promise, then watch her leave down the hall, carrying the sandwich she made.

“That chick’s crazy,” Evan mutters, grabbing a mug and pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“She’s sweet.” I grin, and he looks at the counter, where all of her sandwich supplies are still laid out, and raises a brow.

“I’m thinking she’d kick your ass if you ever called her that to her face.”

He was probably right, but instead of confirming that, I just go to the counter and put everything away. Leaning back against it once I’m done, I cross my arms over my chest. “Are you hungry?” I ask, and his eyes rake over me from head to toe, making me shiver.

“My morning meal was rushed. Are you offering to get back into bed and spread your legs for me?”

Looking at the clock on the microwave, I pray I have time, hearing him laugh when I do. “I need to get ready for work,” I pout, which makes him laugh harder.

Closing the short distance between us, his hands move to my hips and his face dips to mine. “Go get ready.” He kisses me softly, moving his hands down to squeeze my ass. “I’ll bring you coffee.”

“I don’t mind being late,” I breathe, pressing closer to him while wrapping my arms around his neck.

Smiling, he kisses me once more then takes my arms from around him and moves a step back. “You can’t be late. It’s your last day,” he reminds me. Today is the last day of summer school, and hopefully, the day I find out if I’m teaching next year.

“I guess I’ll just go get ready.” I sigh, hearing his laughter behind me as I leave the kitchen and head for the shower, so I can get ready for work.

*

“Have a good rest of the summer, guys.” I smile at my students leaving the classroom, gaining, “You too, Ms. Mayson,” or “Later,” from each of them as they pass by one-by-one. I know they are all as excited as I am to get out of here so they can enjoy a couple weeks of sleeping in and no homework before school starts back up.