He sets me down in one of the chairs. “Stay.” He points to my bare feet. “I don’t want you cutting your feet.” He looks to Gray. “Go grab the dustpan from the pantry, will you?”
Gray gets up and walks out of the kitchen, away from the glass, and comes back a moment later with the dustpan, handing it to his dad. I sit and watch as Lincoln sweeps up the mess.
“I was really looking forward to those biscuits too,” I complain pensively as Lincoln dumps the golden goodness mixed with glass into the trashcan.
“That’s okay, Momma,” Gemma says, patting my hand. “I’ll help you make more tomorrow.”
How I got so lucky to have such a sweet daughter, amazing son, and loving husband, I’ll never know, but I thank my lucky stars every day for them.
Once Lincoln is done cleaning up the mess, he and Gray carry the rest of the food to the table, and we sit as a family and enjoy our meal.
Chapter Two
LINCOLN
“Gimme a kiss.”
Small, soft hands grab my ears, then little lips press against my cheek before moving to the other one, each kiss finished off with a loud smack. I rub my beard over Gemma’s neck, and receive exactly what I was aiming for; her sweet girlish giggle.
I press a kiss to her forehead. “Love you.”
Little arms wrap around my neck and squeeze tight. “I love you too, Daddy.”
I set her down on her feet, and she moves to her mother.
I grip Gray by his shoulder. “You watch after your sister, you hear?”
He nods, taking his role of big brother seriously, just like I taught him. “I will, Dad.”
After Molly smothers Gemma in kisses, she moves to Gray. Our son is at the age where showing affection is becoming a no-no. I laugh as she grabs him by his head and forces it forward so she can kiss his cheeks. He grumbles but doesn’t try to pull away. He knows better than to try to stop his mother when she’s set on showing him affection. He may not outwardly show it, but I think he secretly likes the attention. We’ve always been affectionate with our kids, especially Molly.
“You’ve got our numbers if you need anything,” I remind the elderly lady standing by watching the exchange with fondness in her eyes.
Mrs. Bagley and her husband, Harold, have lived in the same house on the lake since before I was born. She used to watch me a few days out of the month we spent at the lake during the summer when I was a kid. Our house is across the lake from theirs. Mom and Dad deeded the house over to us a few years ago, claiming Molly and I use it a lot more than they do now.
“We do,” she says, gripping Molly’s hand. “You two enjoy yourselves and don’t worry about a thing. If we need you, we’ll call.”
“You two behave,” Molly says to Gray and Gemma. “We’ll see you in a couple of days.”
I wrap my arm around Molly’s waist, and we stand and watch as the kids and Mrs. Bagley get into her car.
I turn, pulling her against my chest once the car is out of sight. “Hmm… all alone for two days. What shall we do, Mrs. Bradshaw?”
She giggles. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
I palm her ass, giving both sides a squeeze. “You’ve got on way too many clothes for what I have in mind. How about you take them off and wait for me in bed while I go lock up the boathouse?”
Her hands caress down my chest, stopping just as her fingertips dip into the waistband of my jeans. “Don’t take too long,” she purrs.
Her smile is seductive as she turns around and purposely sashays her ass up to the door. She tosses a sassy wink over her shoulder before closing it. I groan, impatient to get my hands on her naked flesh, along with my tongue and dick. The woman still drives me nuts. With only a look or a simple touch, she can turn me into a randy teenage boy again.
I walk around the side of the house, my strides quick and purposeful as I make my way to the boathouse. I take a peek inside to check things over and notice the rope tying the boat to the dock has come loose. After quickly retying it, I also spot a couple of my tools lying out, so I put them away. Locking the door behind me, I toss the keys in the air and catch them as I make my way back to the house. There are a couple of empty boxes lying outside the back door, so I break them down and put them in the recycling bin. I drop the keys and my wallet on the kitchen counter and reach back for the neck of my shirt to pull off as I walk down the short hallway to the master bedroom.
This week is all about relaxing, and I plan to take advantage of not having the kids around for a while. Starting with spending the next two days in bed with my sexy wife.
I stop in the doorway when I find her leaning against the headboard wearing the blue silk robe she knows is my favorite. I made sure she included it in her suitcase when we were packing. Her smooth, pale legs are bent at the knees with the journal she’s writing in resting on her thighs. Her head is slightly tilted to the side with her long, red hair pulled over one shoulder.
I could take a full day just to look at her and still not have enough time.
She looks up when she senses me standing in the doorway. Her eyes, such a bright green from the light coming in through the window, trace over my bare chest and the shirt still in my hand. She puts the journal down beside her. I toss the shirt in the hamper and stalk over to the end of the bed. Grabbing her ankles, I slowly pull her toward me. The robe rides up her body, revealing the matching pair of panties.
I place her feet flat on the end of the bed, keeping her legs bent. They fall open enough for me to fit my hips between them
“Have I told you today how sexy you are?” I ask, slowly running my hands up her thighs, stopping just shy of the junction of her legs.
Her arms stretch out over her head, jutting her tits out, and gives me a sexy smile. “Not yet.”
I brush my thumbs over the edge of her silk panties. “You are, without a doubt, the sexiest, most sensual, and irresistible woman I’ve ever known or seen.”
“I guess that means we’re the perfect match because you are the most devastatingly handsome man I’ve ever known or seen.”
I quickly shed the rest of my clothes, then grip her hips and push her back just far enough for me to get on my knees between her legs. She stretches hers out so the back of her thighs rest on the top of mine. Using the end of the sash on her robe, I trail the material over the creamy flesh of her exposed stomach.
“Tell me a story,” I request. I love this game we play. It gives me a glimpse of her inner thoughts and emotions. It lets me see inside her head.
She stretches again, and the silk material parts even more, giving me a peek of her stunning breasts, but still leaving her nipples hidden. She trembles and moans when I glide the end of the sash over her flesh.
“Story, baby,” I remind her.
Her eyes flutter open. “Mmm…. Husband seductively tortures his wife into a quivering mess. Leaving her without the satisfaction she needs. The end.”
I chuckle, and just to make the first part of her story true, I move the sash between her legs. She’s already so wet, the material covering her pussy is a darker blue. I can smell her arousal, and it drives my own need higher.
“How about, ‘Husband drives his wife out of her mind with need, then puts her out of her misery once she tells him the story he’s asking for’?” I grin and wink at her. “I like that one better.”