More and more, all I want is for my wife to be blissfully, giddily, ridiculously happy. I’d do anything to see that smile on her face.
I clutch her hips with both hands and flip her onto her back. Then I’m hovering above her, trailing kisses from her mouth to her throat to her left nipple. Precum drips from my erection when she stifles a moan.
I whisper against her ear. “Not half as fun as what I want to do to you. Right now.”
Her tongue swipes across her wicked lips. “Yes, please.”
40
LINCOLN
“Two hours, and then I’ll be back to pick you up,” I say.
“Comeonnn, Dad. Please? I haven’t played video games with Jagger all week. Two hours in game time is like two minutes,” my son pouts.
“I remember when you liked to play video games with me,” I grumble, walking up to Easton and Alba’s porch with Jules by my side.
Jagger invited Cameron over for a sleepover tonight. But tonight is one of the few nights over the past few weeks that I haven’t been caught up in work. So, I’m not feeling particularly willing to part with my son at the moment.
Call me selfish, but I’m missing my little guy. So instead of just saying ‘no’, I’m trying to compromise by letting him hang out with his cousin for a couple hours.
“I still do like playing with you!” Cameron argues. “I promise! I just also likewinningsometimes.”
That makes me laugh. He’s got a good point.
Jules nudges her elbow into my ribs. “See? I told you. If you let the little booger win every once in a while, he’d want to hang out with you more.”
“Nah. I’m too competitive,” I whisper loud enough for Cameron to hear. “Besides, I can’t let the guy get a big head or anything.”
He cuts his eyes at me, folding his arms across his chest.
I cave. “Fine. Three hours, and that’s my final answer.”
“Okay, fine.” He perks up a little bit.
I ruffle his hair. “Be ready to go when we get back to pick you up.” I give him a kiss on the head.
Jules wraps Cameron up in a big hug after I say my goodbyes, and I hear him whispering to her, “Try to push him to three and a half hours.”
She chuckles into his hair. “You’re turning into a master negotiator, huh?”
I agree. He clearly inherited those genes from me.
“Pretty please.” Cameron clasps his hands over his chest.
Jules winks at the little turd, perfectly willing to conspire with my son against me. “I got you.”
He throws himself at her for another hug. He tips his head up and grins so wide he almost loses his balance. “Thanks, Jules. My dad has beensomuch more fun since you came to live with us.”
And my heart goespop!inside my chest. Because seeing my kid this happy? It’s what every dad lives for.
Easton opens the door. I watch, standing there shaking my head as Cameron practically bounces into my brother’s house without so much as a glance back. Such a punk.
Jules and I head back home after that. We’re sitting on the porch swing, trying to figure out what to do now that we’re kid-less for a few hours.
“What are you hungry for?” I ask.
“I could cook something…” she shrugs. “But the lasagna pans are still soaking from last night.”
