The best things in life never are, they’re just worth working for.
Gramps taught us that.
And I know that raising Bronny – er –helpingraise him will be no exception.
This… “transitional period” – as Cap’s wife calls it – has been – to channel the future Mrs. Tendy – like pulling teeth.
I swear, he’s being a defiant, difficult, little shit, just to be one.
For realiskies.
I don’t remember being nearly that much of a pain in the hide at his age.
Grams would’ve never let me see seventeen if I had.
Exiting the closet into my ensuite bathroom immediately reveals the woman I thank the zeb in the sky for every morning and every night and sometimes in the middle of the afternoon for good measure.
Gilly lazily ruffles her dark curls with one hand while reaching the short distance across my marble counter for her toothbrush with the other.
Rather than continue to my mapped-out morning routine, I switch plays.
Relocate my earbud to my pocket.
Slowly stroll closer taking every step of the way to appreciate the vision that’s been keeping Teddy Pendergrass, Luther Vandross, and George Michaels on steady repeat in my truck as much as my pods.
Hand to The Great One.
Sexiest thing in this whole world is seeing my woman wearing my name andnothingelse.
“Mornin’ Slayer,” I quietly greet during my creep closer.
Gilly retrieves the toothpaste tube at the same time she lovingly coos, “Good morning, Jukes.”
“It definitely is when I get to wake up next to you,” leaves me upon my arrival behind her.
“You always say that.”
“That’s ‘cause,” it’s impossible not let my lips lightly feather the side of her neck, “it’s always true.” The happinessof her hum encourages me to plant another kiss on the opposite side. “You’re up early for a Monday.” She resumes her morning tooth chore. “You should still bestretched out in my sheets…” a third kiss is delivered near her collarbone, “face pressed to my pillow…” the next is dropped onto her shoulder, “legs open…” gently nudging them apart is met by no resistance, “waitin’ for me to come say goodbye…”
Additional pleased whimpers precede her somewhat muffled retorting, “I’ve got CE today.”
I should know what those letters mean.
Iknowshe’s told me.
Shehappilytalks to me about work over dinner and in between TV episodes even when I have no idea what the hell any of the medical terms mean, so I know I’ve heard it.
I just can’t quite remember its definition.
Probably because she’s practically naked.
We’re talkin’ so close that slipping my fingers just underneath the backside of this sweatshirt grants me a warm, plump, delish handful of ass.
And there’s no stopping my fingers from flexing once both cheeks are against my palms.
And she’s moaning.
And her eyes are momentarily falling shut.
