His black hair, Gwen’s blue eyes.
Pure beauty.
A letter was ever written about her, a room prepared…
No, he had no argument for Smithie.
“Hey, Daddy,” she greeted.
“Hey, beautiful,” he replied.
“Mommy’s making us chocolate chip cookie dough pancakes.”
Of course she was, and he had no idea such a thing existed.
To Hawk, it sounded repulsive.
But cookie dough was considered by his wife as a food group,maybe the most important one, and she had no qualms sharing this thinking withtheir children in a variety of creative ways.
Hawk smiled at his girl, but his thoughts were on his wife.
“Vivi, honey, get in the kitchen and control your brothersbefore I shoot them.Book bags, you know the drill,” Gwen ordered, striding inwearing little gray shorts with lace at the bottoms and a loose gray tank, morelace at the bottom.
“Okay, Mommy,” Vivi agreed, gave Hawk’s thighs a squeezethen skipped out of the utility room and into the open-plan kitchen.
He lost the arms of one of his girls only to be in the armsof the other as his wife pressed into him.
Hawk returned the favor, but considering his children werein the next room, he didn’t put either of his hands to her ass like he wantedto do.
Her eyes moved over his face.“Okay?”
“Yeah, Sweet Pea,” he murmured.
“Tough night?”
“Job done.”
She pressed closer and smiled up at him.
The minute she did, he started the clock.
It ran down to zero when he pulled back into his garageafter taking the kids to school.
Kids at school.
Job done.
It was time to fuck his wife.
Chapter Nine
A Little Bit More
Lottie
I woke up when dawn was kissing the sky.
I didn’t know what woke me, though since this all started,I’d wake on occasion, make sure Mo was there, then go back to sleep when I sawhe was.
