Max smacked her lips together like she’d sucked on a lemon. “I’m not giving him anal.”
Suzy snorted, and Aunt Mar almost fell off her chair laughing at Max’s statement. My stomach rolled because the last thing I wanted to picture was Anthony fucking Max, especially in the ass.
“Max, doll, I didn’t mean to give him that. I’m just saying that you ladies have nothing to worry about.” Somehow Ma kept a straight face because Lord knows, the rest of us couldn’t. “Don’t project your insecurities onto your husbands and this new employee.” Ma looked directly at Max and, with a tiny smile, said, “If you’re worried, try a little harder in the bedroom, without the ass, of course.”
“Oh, what’s wrong with a little ass play?” Aunt Fran asked and shrugged. “Keep the man happy. You never know, Max, you may like it.”
Moments like these… God, I loved my family. We were the wackiest fucking bunch I knew, and if an outsider were here, they’d probably say we should all have our heads examined. What family talked like this to each other? Mine, of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way either. There wasn’t a person in this house I didn’t love, and I couldn’t imagine life without them.
“Suzy, do you like it in the ass?” Max asked Suzy, putting her right in her cross hairs.
Suzy’s chair scraped against the cement pavers, and she scrambled to her feet. “I hear Joe calling me,” she said before she disappeared inside.
“You’re rotten, Max.” Angel smacked Max’s arm and laughed. “It’s why I love you most.”
“Well, I love Mia the most. She’s the best one out of all of us bitches,” I said.
I did love Mia. Maybe not the most because I couldn’t pick one over the other, but her calm equaled out my crazy. It’s why we worked. She’d always had her shit together since the moment I met her, and I loved spending time with her. Just like earlier when she’d pulled me into the dining room, there wasn’t a time when Mia wasn’t there for me, and I’d love her forever for being my wing-girl on the crazy train.
James
Istareddown at my wife as she lay under me with her hair spread across the pillow and her lips bee-stung and swollen. Caging her in with my arms and filling the space between her legs, I thrust into her repeatedly until she moaned my name and dug her fingernails into my shoulders.
This wasn’t about controlling her or using any of my voodoo mind-magic, as she’d called it before. This was about her getting lost in us and forgetting everything else going on outside our bedroom.
“You like that, baby?” I asked. “You love my cock?”
“It’s all right,” she said and giggled softly.
That smartass comment was rewarded with a quick jab of my dick as deep as I could push it. Far enough that it stole her breath and her fingernails almost punctured the surface of my skin.
“I love your cock. I love your cock,” she cried out.
I leaned forward, nipping at her neck where it met her shoulder. The very place I knew caused her to shudder. “Good girl.”
She needed this as much as I wanted it. I was pounding into her, so close I could almost taste it, when the doorbell rang.
“Don’t stop.” She hooked her ankles around my ass, holding me closer to her body and not letting me escape.
I kept going, ignoring the door.
The third time they rang the doorbell, Izzy slammed her hands against the mattress and sighed. “Go get it before the asshole wakes the kids.”
She unhooked her ankles from around my body before I climbed off the bed and pulled on a pair of sweat pants. The entire walk down the stairs, I adjusted myself and prayed that my hard-on would go down enough that I wouldn’t scare the shit out of whoever was on the other side of the door.
“Who is it?” I asked before I made it to the landing.
“Bebé. It’s us.”
Fuck.It was my parents. What the hell they were doing here at nine o’clock on Sunday night? Hearing my mother’s voice was all my body needed to right itself and for every ounce of horniness to evaporate into thin air.
I opened the door to their smiling faces, holding suitcases. “Mama, what are you doing here?”
Her eyes wandered over my bare chest. “Did we wake you?”
“Of course not. It’s early.” I grabbed their suitcases from their hands and stepped aside so they could enter.
Looked like we had houseguests who were planning on staying more than a night, judging by the size of their bags. We’d had a separate wing added to the house with a small in-law suite for when my parents came to visit. We’d thought it would be more often, but it had so far been only occasionally, especially around holidays when they came to stay a few days before returning to the safety of Miami.
