Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 143253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 716(@200wpm)___ 573(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 716(@200wpm)___ 573(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
“Baby!”
She chuckled in response.
“I fucking love you,” I panted, slapping her ass for good measure. “You continue to ruin me.”
Bronagh grunted against the wall. “Ye’ve just about fucked me into a coma, big man.”
I laughed as I slipped out of her body and hugged her to me. I spent a few minutes catering to her. I washed her hair and skin because not only did I enjoy doing it, but she loved me doing it. After I washed my hair, and scrubbed my body, I looked back at Bronagh.
“Are you going to tell me what got you upset in the kitchen earlier?”
She turned to face me, looked up at me, and my heart thumped against my chest. She was beautiful, so painfully beautiful that I could never get enough of her. This woman had my heart, body, and soul. One look from those big green eyes, and I was completely at her mercy.
“I don’t even know what me problem is,” she answered with a sigh. “Sometimes, I just realise we have such a big family, and I’m terrified if we suddenly can’t provide for them anymore.”
“Bronagh.”
“You’re the one who makes the money, Dominic,” she cut me off. “I just ... I just—”
“You just take care of everyone and everything else,” I finished. “Sweetheart, you are the heart of this family. Without you, there is nothing. You know that.”
When her eyes glazed over with tears, I leaned down and kissed her until she relaxed against me.
“Alannah pays you too. You’ve been working with her for years. You contribute financially as well as me.”
She sighed but didn’t disagree with me.
“No more worrying,” I murmured against her lips. “Okay?”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“I love you.”
She hummed. “I love ye’, too.”
I jumped when her nails ran over my softening cock, and it made her laugh as I backed out of the shower with a smirk in place.
“Same time tomorrow?”
Bronagh snorted. “If I can sit down by then, we’ll see.”
I left our bathroom with a shit-eating grin on my face. I dried myself off, changed into clean boxer shorts, and just as I was about to grab some pants, I thought I heard voices in the hallway. I ventured outside to investigate, and the second I left the room, gasps and giggles could be heard as well as a horrified, “Da!”
Georgie was clearly heading towards her bedroom with two of her friends in tow, Alexandra and Joanne, aka Alex and Joey. I had known both girls since they were in kindergarten with my daughter, so seeing them stare at me without blinking freaked me out. I looked down at my boxer briefs then back up to my child’s teenage friends, and I think, for the first time in years, I felt myself blush.
“Hi, girls.” I smiled as I reached out to grab a towel hanging over the stair rail and wrapped it tightly around my hips. “How are you, ladies?”
“I’m doin’ real good, Mr Slater,” Joey replied with a brow raised and her teeth sinking into her lower lip. “Real good, sir.”
Alex giggled, and Joey stared at me without blinking while Georgie’s burning face indicated her mortification.
“Can ye’ please put some clothes on?” she pleaded. “Please.”
I bobbed my head, sprung back into my bedroom and closed the door behind me before anyone could speak another word. Bronagh was in the middle of putting a bra on. She already had socks and panties on, and when she saw me, she raised her brows.
“Alex and Joey just saw me in my boxers.” I cringed. “I think Joey licked her lips, too.”
Bronagh grinned. “Is Georgie red faced?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “She’ll be complaining about this for the next week.”
My wife giggled as she pulled on a pair of jeans, and she playfully rolled her eyes when she found my eyes glued to her as she got dressed. I grinned, not ashamed in the least to be caught ogling her. I watched her as often as I could, and she and everyone else knew it. My kids weren’t bothered by it because seeing me being constantly affectionate with their mother was all they ever knew. I think if I stopped showing that affection, they would find it bizarre.
“Ye’ll have to apologise to Georgie,” Bronagh said as she put on her socks. “She’ll be a nightmare otherwise.”
I pulled on jeans, socks, and a T-shirt.
“I’ll catch her before she goes to the centre with the girls.”
“I’m bringin’ Axel shoppin’ with me, so ye’ just have Quinn and Griffin to bring to their game. Their game is a home game, so it’s just down to the pitches for ye’. I wanna stop off at Skechers and get Axel new runners; his last two pairs were ruined from all the climbin’ he does at Gravity with you.”
I smiled. “He loves it.”
“His runners don’t.”
I walked over, smacked her ass, grabbed her face, and kissed her like I meant it. When I pulled away, my wife swayed into me just like she did when we were teenagers.