“Jesus,” he mutters, gripping my wrist and removing my hand from his cock. Swiping a finger across my pussy, his eyes flare when he finds me ready and wanting. I’m not sure why he expected anything different. He always turned me on, but he especially turned me on when he was being a little dominant.
Robert grips my thighs, lifting me as he surges into me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I rest my back against the wall and smile. “You’ve still got it Old Man, now fuck me like you mean it.”
Robert laughs as he tilts his hips and does as I ask. “Jesus, Maggie, I love you. Always so prim and proper until I’m balls deep in you.”
Smirking at him, I say, “Less talking, more fucking honey. I’ve got shit to do and I’m not leaving here still horny.”
Robert is still laughing as he fucks me senseless against the wall of the sitting room. Our kids and family are only a few doors away. Not that I cared, not when the man of my dreams was pounding into me like he was twenty-two again and not almost sixty.
Pretty soon neither of us is thinking as we come hard and fast, both of us panting like we’d run a mile.
“Love you, Maggie,” Robert whispers against my temple as our hearts settle back into a more sedate beat.
“Right back at you, Robert.”
DOG
Tucking my shirt back into my pants, I know that I’m smiling like an idiot. If you’d told me all those years ago that I’d love my wife more today than I had when I was twenty-two, I’d have laughed. But here we were. Maggie kept me on my toes. She was always so prim and proper until we were alone.
I’m enjoying the view of her bent over as she slips back into her jeans. Picking up her socks, she tucks them into her pocket and stands at the door. She eyes me up and down as if to make sure I’m decent before she reaches for the lock on the door and flicks it open. Winking at me, she opens it. “I’m going to clean up. See you later, lover. Have a good day.”
I’m still chuckling and shaking my head when I find Gunny and Thor waiting for me in the garage.
“Jesus, Dog, you and Maggie still fuck like you’re in your twenties,” Thor chuckles.
“And we’re still left waiting around for you,” Gunny smirks.
“Well, if you two would get your shit in order you could have the same,” I point out.
“Not met anyone that holds my attention,” Thor admits.
“I’m working on it,” Gunny says softly. There’s something about the way he says it that has us looking at him with concern.
Not liking the look he’s sporting, I ask, “What’s going on Gunny?”
“It’s complicated.”
“How complicated?” Thor demands. “Is she married?”
Gunny rears back in surprise. “Fuck no. I’d never mess around with a married woman.”
I didn’t think he would. “Well? Spit it out man.”
He looks around the garage as if to check for listening ears, but it’s only us here. The boys are in bed; the kids are at the gym, and Reaper is with Liam.
“She’s younger than me, okay. A lot younger.”
Thor and I exchange a look. Gunny hadn’t been serious about anyone since his wife had passed away. That he was serious about someone now had us worried. Especially if she was young enough for him to be concerned at the age gap.
Thor rests his helmet on his bike’s tank, crosses his arms and rests on his bike, his attention focused fully on Gunny. “How much younger and how did you meet her?”
Gunny sighs, rubbing a hand over his mouth. “Eighteen years and I’ve known her all her life. She’s Patrick's daughter. And as you know she’s Alec’s mother. Fuck my jaw still hurts from when you hit me after finding out about her and Alec. She’s had a tough life and I don’t want to pressure her. Saying that, the last time I saw her was a few months ago before this all blew up.”
He hesitates, then admits, “I slept with her.”
“Okay, so what’s the problem?” I want to know. “She’s not a child, Gunny. She’s thirty-eight, and from what you’ve said she’s lived a fucking awful life.”
“She has,” Gunny agrees. “That’s the problem. I’m not sure if all she feels is gratitude for what I’ve done for her and Alec, or if she has feelings for me.”
