“I just like watching you run around with these new tits.” This earned me a pinch on the arm. “Breasts, new and improved breasts,” I said, correcting myself.
“Seriously, you have a one-track mind.” Her eyes sparkled almost as much as the water in the glass.
“It’s like a switch in me. As soon as Darla is quiet, I crave you.”
Jules didn’t respond, only set her drink down, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to mine. “Me too.”
“Before I have my way with you, how about running into Hilary and Stacia today? Wasn’t that a blast from the past? Guess we’re in the hot place to be at Christmas. You sure you can handle that? All the attention?” I tickled her side. “How they practically jumped out of their lily-white skin when they caught us kissing by the pool?”
“Uh, it was a bit embarrassing. Especially when they saw Darla and said, ‘You’re not Lamar’s baby.’”
My lips glided over hers. “I can’t believe they thought that all these years. She’s mine, all mine. And you.”
“And thank God you’re mine. Not sure I could put up with those lawyer sticks-in-the-muds they ended up with. Didn’t they feel so Stepford wife-y to you?”
I chuckled into her ear. “No one could accuse you of being Stepford wife-y for sure.”
“I know we were never that close, but still. They seemed too plastic and perfect.”
“Not my type. I like all fire and brimstone.”
She slapped my bicep. “Cut it out. Seriously, they were aghast and then they started with all theHe did always favor youandWe should have known. It was so embarrassing.”
“I could have really embarrassed you and them ...”
“Pretty sure you did that when you stuck your naughty tongue in my mouth poolside.”
I pushed her hair away from her face and held her still, her cheeks in my hands. “Who cares? I love you so much, Jules King.”
Her nose rubbed against mine. “Right back at you, Coach King.”
“Who’s naughty now?”
I didn’t allow her to answer. I couldn’t wait to have my way with her.
Jules
“Hey, Mom, I’m home,” echoed through the house.
“Carla’s here,” James yelled from the downstairs TV room.
“She’s going to kill you if you keep up that stupid name game,” I hollered back to him.
“Hey, loser, I see you’re doing what your loser-ish self always does. Video games.” Darla chuckled as she made her way into the TV room.
I watched silently from the top of the stairs.
“I’ll have you know, Marla, I met a gamer girl who digs me and my video games. We’re playing right now.”
“What do you know about girls? You’re thirteen.”
I made my way down and sat on the bottom step, leaning against the wall as I listened to my two kids bicker. It was heaven to me. Having them both home was like winning a singles match.
Or having sex in peace, which didn’t happen often, but fast, messy sex was good too.
I wasn’t sure it was always so peaceful for them. Poor Darla, having a brother eight years younger. He couldn’t say Darla when he was a toddler. It started out as “Arla,” but when he got older, he’d add any combination of consonants to it butD.
“I have an older sister named Starla, so I know a lot about girls,” he shot back.
