Instalove Christmas Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors: Hope Ford Advertisement1

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I know I shouldn't, but I laugh anyway before pasting a stern frown on my face and giving him "the look." As soon as he sees it, he stops what he's doing, but the smirk doesn't leave his face.

My youngest son continues singing, enjoying the fact that his twin just got into trouble. I hate that Cassie is missing this. She has her class on the stage too and so she had to sit at the front with the other kindergarten teachers. "Uh-oh!" my brother says. Instead of putting eyes on my wife like I want to, I look back at the twins.

"What are they doing now?" I whisper to him.

My brother points in the opposite direction. "Not them... him." I look where he's pointing, and there's a man standing next to Cassie, obviously trying to get her attention. Even from here, it's obvious she's frustrated. Without thinking about it, I'm on my feet. I walk to the side of the room and to the front. I'm not planning to cause a scene, but if that asshole touches my wife one more time, all bets are off.

Cassie spots me, and instead of irritation, I see relief on her face.

I muscle past the guy and position myself between him and Cassie. "Everything okay?" I ask her.

"It is now."

The kids start singing the next song, and while my wife's attention is on them, I turn to the man next to me.

In a low whisper, I tell him, "Touch my wife again, and I'll break your arm." I stare into his face to make sure he understands.

By the time Cassie looks back at me, the man has walked away.

She looks at the empty spot next to me. "Everything okay?"

I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly. “Yep, everything's perfect." Two more songs and then chaos happens. Kids are running everywhere and people talking. Numerous parents come up to Cassie to wish her merry Christmas. The boys run up to us, and I wouldn’t doubt if they had raced to see who got here first. "What do you think, Dad? Which of us was louder?"

I give them both fist bumps. "I don't know. You both were pretty loud."

I pull my brother aside and ask him, "Can you take the kids with you tonight? I, uh...” I start to stutter, and my brother laughs.

"Sure thing, but you owe me one."

I tell the boys they're going to Uncle Baker’s, and they're excited to spend time with their cousins. Just as they're walking away, Cassie steps over. "Where's everyone going? They taking the boys to the restaurant?”

Instead of answering her, I ask my own question. "You done here?"

She must notice the look on my face, and she touches my arm. "Yeah, I'm done."

I grab her hand before another kid or parent can stop us.

She's huffing as we get to my truck. "Dawson, what is going on?"

It's not until I have her belted into the passenger seat and I'm in my seat with my hands wrapped around the steering wheel that I tell her, "Plans have changed, honey. Baker and Tara are taking the boys home with them."

"But—" she starts, and her voice trails off as if she finally understands. "Dawson, you're being ridiculous. I'm yours. I have your ring on my finger. Collin is just..."

"Fuck—don't say his name.”

"Dawson! There's no way you can be jealous."

I press harder on the gas, thankful we only live a few miles from the school. "I wouldn't call it jealousy... I'm going to call it claiming what's mine."

She lifts her hand up with her wedding band. "Uh, I'm pretty sure you've already done that."

She doesn't get it. I'm not jealous per se, but I need to do something to get the image of another man touching her out of my head.

"You're mine, Cassie."

I pull into the driveway, and Cassie laughs. "You think I don 't know that?"

I don't answer her. I get out of the truck and go around to her side.

She's already out and watching me with a smile on her face. After all these years, she knows the power she has over me.

Her arms loop around my neck, and I lift her into my arms. I should probably feel bad I haven't fed her yet. "I promise I'll get you something to eat."

She leans her head against my chest. "I'm not worried."

As soon as I get us locked in the house, I tell her, "Strip for me."

She doesn't hesitate. When we're both naked, I bend her over the couch. "Sorry, Cass. I have to be inside you. I need you."

I reach around and cup her pussy, sliding my fingers through her slit. “Fuck, you're soaked."

She whimpers as I strum her clit.

With my other hand, I guide myself to her entrance. With one thrust, I bury myself inside her. "Mine," I grunt.


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