“Night,” we reply, watching them walk away.
“It’s good to have Shep back with us,” Thor says.
“Yeah,” Maggie replies. “Almost seems like old times, except now we get to sit back and watch the shenanigans instead of being in the thick of it.”
“Suits me,” I reply. Nudging Maggie, “Come on gorgeous let’s head to bed.”
“I’ll come in with you and check on the teens,” Thor says joining us.
All of us are right about Draco and Molly. Kate and Maggie when they say he’ll get his head out of his arse, sooner rather than later.
And me?
I’m right when I know that something always comes up when one of our boys finds his one. Although this time round nobody needs rescuing as the girls have it in hand.
I help because Molly’s essentially my daughter-in-law, and there’s no way I’m allowing anything to happen to her. Not that they need help, this bunch of old ladies is more than capable of watching out for each other and taking care of business.
I love Molly for Draco; she suits him. Just like Rea suits Onyx. Makes me wonder who will be the one that my baby girl falls for. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.
Hopefully, it won’t be anytime soon because I’m getting too old for the shit that seems to crop up as soon as one of ours finds the one meant for them.
PART 3
MAGGIE
Crow Manor 2014
Easing my leg over Robert’s hips I settle over him enjoying the feel of his hard length cradled by my pussy. He’s not awake yet but I know it won’t be long before he is.
After so many years together, I can read this man’s body like I can my own. I take the time to enjoy ogling the man who has held my heart for forty-five years. I’m not sure if it is possible to love someone more now than I did when I met him in 1969. What I did know was that he’d been there for me every day of those forty-five years, and I hoped we had many more together.
We looked after ourselves, kept healthy, and fit, so I certainly hoped so. Talking about fit … my gaze roamed over Robert’s broad muscular chest. Sure, the man was older, but with the amount of time they all spent in the gym, the men of Crow MC were looking good. Not that we women were slouches — wekept in shape but I would be the first to put up my hand and admit that I wasn’t comfortable with the extra pounds I’d picked up during menopause. Pounds that I couldn’t seem to shift no matter what I did.
Robert's sleep-roughened voice interrupts my thoughts when he asks, “You just going to sit there, gorgeous, or are you going to ride your man?”
I’m smiling as I adjust and slide down his hard length, loving the hazy look in his sleepy gaze.
“Fuck Maggie,” Robert groans, hands gripping my hips as he flexes his cock in me. “Feels so good.” His grip tightens on my silk negligee. “Why are you still wearing this? Take it off.”
I grip his hands as he goes to lift it from me and still my hips. Robert’s eyes come to mine and he frowns, “Maggie?”
“It’s stupid, okay?” I mumble, lowering my eyes. “I’m not loving my body this morning, especially with you lying there looking all hot and muscly.”
“Maggie, look at me.”
Lifting my eyes I look at Robert, and tears fill my eyes when all I find is love and acceptance.
“Maggie, this body is not only yours, it's mine. I’ve loved all the changes it’s gone through over the years. Far more than mine has. You’ve carried and nurtured our three children, hadhormones wreak havoc and so what if you’ve put on a few pounds here and there. Does this feel like I don’t find you sexy as fuck?” He flexes his hips; his hard cock fills me up and I shudder as it brushes against that place deep inside me. The one that makes me see stars.
Robert sits up, gathering my negligee. He pushes it up over my head and tosses it to the foot of the bed. “I love your body Maggie, always have always will, but what really does it for me is in here,” he touches a finger to my chest. “Your heart is what makes you the woman I love to the depths of my soul. You could put on another thirty pounds and I’d still love you because of who you are.”
“Oh Robert,” I whisper as a tear breaks free and slides down my cheek. “Love you too, so much.”
Cupping the back of my neck, he brings my mouth to his and kisses me like I’m the air he needs to breathe when truthfully, it’s the other way around. I’m not sure what I’d do without him. Gasping as he slides a finger across my clit, adding pressure as I rock my hips until we explode.
“Mm,” he mutters with a satisfied sigh as he lays back down on the bed, taking me with him. “Now that’s what I call a good morning.”
Laughing softly, I rest my chin on my hands that I’ve got folded on his chest, and look into his happy eyes. “Want to shower together?”
