Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Really?” She closes the distance and cups my cock.
“Oh,” I gasp, instantly turning rock hard. “Yes, wife. I’d love to lie down.”
“We need to be quick.” “Kids, your dad wants to lie down for a bit.”
“Okay. We’re going to the store to get everything for the barbeque. We hope your headache is okay, Dad.”
“It’s not bad, kids,” I reassure them.
“We know.” A smile spreads over Everett’s face. We sneak off for a quick fuck in our bedroom before the rest of our kids come home from the store, but we forget ourselves and we’re in there for at least two hours. When we finally come back out, my middle boy, Carter, is working the grill.
“The food is almost ready. How’s your headache, Dad?”
“Much better. Do you want me to take over?”
“Nah, I got this.” This is the life my parents missed out on. Lacey’s parents rarely made an effort to get to know the kids since they were little, so when they passed last year, my kids weren’t terribly sad. Although I wish they had taken the time to know my amazing children but to each their own. My family has more than enough love, especially with Lacey’s friends and their husbands becoming like our family.
“Who’s having a party without us?” Marilyn calls out, Julien following behind her.
“Who let in the rabble?”
“Posey did,” Jules, their oldest says, walking in behind her. Immediately her face flushes and I have my answer. He’s the same age as Everett and they are friends. She has a crush on a man. Fuck….
“Sweetie, I asked the neighbors if they wanted to come over.”
“Who? Jason and Tommy?”
“Yes. They are seniors too, right?” From the snarl and scowl on Jules’ face, I have a feeling that my daughter’s feelings are reciprocated, and my wife knows it.
Sliding to her side, I whisper, “Mrs. Hardwick, I’m going to have to bend your ass over my desk. You’ve been a naughty assistant.”
“What? I have done nothing wrong?”
“My flower, he’s ready to commit murder.”
“I didn’t really invite them, but Posey’s smiling now. We need to know you men care even if we have to wait.” She pats my ass and walks away. Marilyn and her share a look before walking into the house, and I know those two are already planning a wedding.
My phone beeps in my pocket, and I pull it out to see two emojis. My two favorite ones. I reply. Yes, you bet your pretty ass will be red tonight.
THE END