I nodded in agreement. Connie and Wes had been shocked to learn they were pregnant with a third just recently. They were at the doctor for a checkup this morning. I thought Wes would keel over if he was having another girl.
“Wheels up in five,” I called to the house at large, grabbing my keys, and with a swift smack to Scarlet’s ass that I’d be expanding on as soon as we had time alone, headed toward the truck.
Sal
“Tighten it right here,” I coaxed Wren as we lay side by side under the hood of my Charger. Car still purred like a cat after all these years.
“Got it,” she replied triumphantly as Kat’s sandal-covered feet came into view. “All right, you two, we gotta get going or we’re gonna be late.”
I slid us out from under the car, making Wren squeal with delight. It had surprised me the first time she’d expressed interest in working on the cars with me. At first I’d thought it would be a phase, but over time I’d realized it was something she was genuinely passionate about, just like her old man.
“Hi, Birdie.” I grinned up at my wife as she looked down at our grease-covered outfits in clear dismay. “We’ll go get cleaned up. Won’t take long,” I assured her as I stood up before reaching down to pull Wren up as well. “We made some great progress.”
Wren grinned, her beautiful blue eyes she’d gotten from her mama shining in delight.
“I’m sure you were a great help.” Kat smiled at our daughter. “Go get cleaned up. We gotta be on the road soon,” she added.
Wren nodded, running off to do as her mother asked. She was a good girl, always had been. After we’d had Wren, we’d tried for one more but it didn’t happen for us. It had been hard on Kat at first and on me too, but we were more than content with the gift that was Wren.
“You look sexy,” I murmured, pulling Kat in for a kiss. My fingers trailed over her collarbone down over her breast before resting on her trim hip and squeezing gently.
Her intake of breath at my touch had my cock standing at attention. “Wish we had more time. I’d reintroduce you to the hood of my car.” I grinned against her mouth.
“We were well acquainted just last week,” she reminded me, her gaze sliding to the Charger.
“Last week was last week.” I shrugged. I couldn’t get enough of my wife. It had been that way from the first time I’d had my hands on her and I knew time would never change it.
“Later,” she murmured, her eyes half-mast. Christ, I loved that look.
“Later,” I agreed, taking her mouth once more before heading in to change.
Axel
Her soft whimper had my cock straining to reach her as my fingers continued the twirl I’d like to think I’d perfected over the years.
She pressed her delicious ass into me, her movements telling me she was close. I needed to get her off, craved it, then I could slide into her before….
“Mommy!” our youngest, Holden, hollered. “Livie keeps stealing the remote!”
“I want to watchCinderella!” I heard Olivia reply indignantly as all the boys groaned in protest.
I’d let Sophie sleep in, hoping I could get the kids to watch something for a few minutes so I could slip back into bed with her, so I could slip inside her.
Shit.I loved my kids, but fuck if they weren’t the worst cockblockers in the world.
Sophie sighed, resigned. She rolled in my arms to face me, draping her leg over my hip, a smile playing at the corners of her gorgeous mouth. “You wanted four,” she reminded me with a teasing grin.
“I did,” I agreed with a halfhearted grumble. Cockblockers or not, I fucking loved my kids. I loved filling our big house with noise and chaos that was only sometimes controlled. I loved watching my wife somehow master it all, time and time again.
“My mom will be here soon anyway. We should get up,” she added.
I nodded. “I’ll go get the kids sorted while you get ready.”
“Thanks, babe.” She grinned, kissing me soundly.
Soph’s mom was a staple in our lives. With Sophie starting her teaching career a few years back with four kids to wrangle, we wouldn’t have been able to do it without her.
I wandered out to the living room, watching as four heads turned at the same time to watch my approach. “Hi, Daddy.” Livie grinned. At ten and as our only girl, Olivia knew I was putty in her hands.
