Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
“You can do this,” I whisper, loving her strength.
Five more years
Violet
I’m exhausted. Throwing a birthday for a five-year-old is a lot of work when he wants to invite all his classmates. My house looks like a warzone with toys, cake, and decorations all over.
“Come sit down. You’re not supposed to be on your feet like this. We’ve hired a cleanup crew.”
“Ugh, Micah, what would I do without you taking care of me?”
“Not be pregnant every year,” my father-in-law says, coming into the kitchen with a bag of garbage.
“He’s funny.”
“I should kick his old ass out of my house.”
“But then who would be your clean-up crew?”
“You have your family cleaning?”
“They’re your family too. Besides, it’s not just them. The kids are down in bed.” He picks me up in his arms and then waves to them. “Say goodnight to them, sweetheart.”
“Goodnight.” I wave too, letting out a loud yawn.
“I can walk, you know.”
“That you can, but it’s my treat to carry my favorite flower with me.”
“Silly man. I love you.”
“I love you. Now close your eyes and get some sleep. I have a little to organize down there, and I’ll be ready to join you.”
“I can’t believe the man I married. Perfect and sweet.” Closing my eyes, I pass out instantly, loving my family.
Twelve more years
Micah
I search for the woman I love among the twenty or so people in my backyard. I spot her smiling face by the pool, talking to my youngest. Six kids and eighteen years together, and I still can’t believe how lucky I am.
From my perch in front of the grill, flipping burgers, I look over to my wife. She removed her wrap while I’d been busy, and I want to break the metal tongs in my hand. She’s wearing a red swimsuit that hugs every inch of her curves and making my mouth water, and like a bull, I want to charge and tear that red cloth to shreds.
My dick jerks in my shorts to the point of pain. All these years and she’s hotter than the day I met her. The heat of summer combined with the curves of my wife only intensify the longing to be deep inside her.
It’s MJ’s high school graduation party, and all of his friends are in a world of trouble. Each one of those peckerheads is watching my wife in the pool. Well, all except Owen Jr. His eyes haven’t left my daughter Lily this entire time.
“MJ,” I shout out, waving him over to me.
“Hey, Dad, what’s up?”
“Turn around and look straight at your mother, then pull your sight back just slightly.”
“What the motherfucking hell?”
“Party’s over! Everyone out! Now! Party’s canceled!” He rushed every single one of his classmates out of the yard, handing them back the presents they brought.
“What’s up, MJ?” Owen Jr asks my son. He’s a good kid who has seen Violet like an aunt or rather just MJ’s mom. It’s the only reason I still like the boy. Owen taught his son right.
“What’s up is these fuckers have a death wish. My dad was kindly giving me the warning before he busted their heads.”
“Shit, were they staring at your mom again?”
“Yep.”
“It’s like they never learn.” He crosses his arms.
“You’re lucky you’re in love with my sister, or I’d have you out on your ass too.”
“I’m not in love…”
“Quit the bull. We all know you are except Lily.”
“She’s too young and too beautiful.”
“One day, my friend. One day.” He walks up to me, and I’m proud of my boy.
“You’re going to be a good man. Thanks for saving me the trouble.”
“Not a problem. If anyone gives me shit, I’ll remind them that my dad keeps cameras up to protect his family.”
“Good boy. Now I’m going to have a talk with your mom about that swimsuit.”
“Talk…okay. I’ll keep things going here.”
I walk straight up to my wife and flip her over my shoulder. “We need to talk, wife.”
“Put me down.”
“Nope.” I spank her ass and march up to our bedroom, where I’m going to remind myself that she’s mine. She can’t help that she stays fit after having half a dozen kids, but she loves when I need reassurance that she’s only mine.
“Brute.”
I slide her down my body, letting her feel every inch of the steel rod she’s about to get. “Woman, your son just kicked everyone else out because those pencil dick bastards were ogling you.”
She bites on her bottom lip as her hand comes over my shaft through my shorts, stroking me. “You’re nuts. No one is looking at me. I’m an old woman.”
Stealing a bite of my own on her lips, I spin her ass around and press our bodies together. Running my hand down the front of her body, pinching her hard nipples through the damn Lycra. “You’re fucking sexy as hell. With your burning hot red swimsuit, you’re demanding I bend you over and spank your ass red to match it.” Dipping further down, I nudge the material at her crotch, and stuff two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. She may have not meant to rile me up, but she did just that.