Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Mom meets my eyes as she steps out of the house in her bathing suit, with a towel wrapped around her middle, and before we can stop ourselves we’re both chuckling.
“Don’t even try, Jackson, your father is never going to be happy with those things. Now, where are my favorite grandchildren?”
She puts a hand on my shoulder as she passes, and I watch as she drops her towel and gets into the pool with Mina and the kids. Honestly, they’re both the best grandparents we could wish for. They’ve sold their house in the city and moved out here permanently now that Dad’s retired, and I think it’s the best move they could have made.
I mean, technically they’re on the wrong side of the lake, especially given just how wealthy they are now, but who gives a shit? They love this place and that’s not going to change. And the kids love coming here to visit their gran and gramps.
As Mom pushes off from the side to swim over to join the others, Mina meets my eyes, and I hold her with mine. God, she’s beautiful. Somehow she seems to grow more fuckable with every passing year, twice as much when she gets pregnant. She’s not even showing yet, we haven’t even told anyone, and damn, I swear she’s gained another cup size.
I nod toward the house, and she smiles as she murmurs something to her mom, then makes for the side. Watching her body glisten with pool water as she climbs out is almost more than I can take, and right now I’m sporting a fearsome boner. But I don’t care. It’s all for her, and I make no apologies.
“Just going to head inside for an hour, if that’s okay, Dad? Mina and I are still exhausted from the drive down here. You’re okay to watch the kids, right?”
He nods. “Sure, sure. We love looking after them. Save you a burger?”
“Definitely.”
“Three for me,” Mina says as she puts an arm around my shoulders.
Dad looks at her for a moment, then down at her belly, before making a clucking noise in his throat. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear anything, because if I find out before your mother like last time, I’m going to be in the doghouse for a week.”
Mina grins. “I can neither confirm nor deny—”
“Just get into the house, both of you. Before you get me in trouble.”
“Come on, you heard him,” I say, grabbing her around the waist as she giggles and leans in close.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers. “Is it playtime?”
I slap her ass as we step in through the door, and delight at the gasp it elicits. Life is good, it’s nice to have nice things. But playtime? That’s the best.