Crave Me (The Good Ol' Boys #4)(140)

We spent the next hour out there, laughing and having a good ol’ time. I finally started going to therapy for my back while I was in rehab. Believe it or not, it worked wonders. I could do the things I loved again without the throbbing discomfort and pain. Sometimes I would lie about it just so Briggs would give me a massage. Naked. After the kids were in bed, sleeping.

“Mama! Mama! Mama! Did you see us? Did you see the big wave Daddy rode? Did you see, Mama? Did you see?” Amari shouted, running up the beach toward Briggs.

She caught her in the air, throwing our daughter up on her hip.

“I saw, baby girl.”

“Mama, Daddy says that maybe I can learn to surf by myself when I’m this many.” She held up five little fingers. “That’s only…” Her eyes looked everywhere, trying to think of the answer. “That’s only… a lot away,” she simply stated, making us both laugh.

“You definitely got a minute or two, baby girl,” I reminded, kissing the top of her head.

“How’s Michael?” I asked, grabbing Amari from her arms.

I sat her on my lap to help her build her sandcastle like I’d promised earlier.

“He’s lounging at the beach and has a full belly. He’s the happiest baby in the world right now. Just like his daddy.”

“Like father, like son, huh, buddy?” I cooed, leaning around Amari to blow raspberries on his chubby belly.

He flapped around everywhere, excited. Lying on Briggs’ memory blanket that she now used for our babies.

I peered back at Briggs who was already looking at me adoringly. She was still breathtakingly beautiful, especially when she was wearing a bikini. Having two kids only made her curvier, she was sexier than hell now. I couldn’t take my eyes off her heavy breasts that were spilling out of her top. Breastfeeding made her tits so f*cking perky. All I could think about was motor boating the shit out of them later.

“Austin… stop,” she giggled.

“What?” I glared at her with a predatory regard.

“I know that look! Your daughter is on your lap.”

“Do you hear your mama’s nonsense?” I whispered into Amari’s neck, making her tuck her chin and laugh.

She hated her neck being touched as much as I did, but I still tortured her with it like my parents did to me.

“Mama, Daddy told me you belong to him so he can do anything he wants to you. But he said I belong to him too, and I need to remember that. So I can tell boys and he won’t have to beat their ass’.”

“Austin!” she reprimanded.

My eyes widened, trying to hold back a laugh.

“You’re not supposed to repeat that,” I murmured to Amari.

She looked up at me, smiling. “Oh yeah, I always forget that part.”

“Psst… Amari, let’s get Mama,” I nodded toward Briggs.

“Yes, let’s get her good, Daddy.”

“On the count of three, okay?” I whispered again to her.

“Austin…” Briggs warned hearing our plot against her, knowing what I was implying.

Amari readily nodded, standing from my lap, counting, “One...”

“Amari,” Briggs coaxed.

“Two…” I added.

“This isn’t fair.”

“Three!” We both shouted together.

Briggs instantly got up to take off running, but I grabbed her around the waist before she even took a step, flinging her up in the air.

“Austin,” she giggled, loving this game even though she liked to pretend she didn’t.

I placed her down on the ground, straddling her waist. Sitting over her legs, Amari and I attacked her, tickling her everywhere. Briggs thrashed around, screaming and laughing all at once.

“This isn’t fair! It’s always two against one! I need Michael to be on my team!”

“Michael will be on the A Team. Mine! Then there’ll be three against one!”

I held Briggs’ arms above her head, tickling her neck and face with my beard. Amari tickled under her arms.

“Oh my God! Stop!” She thrashed around more, moving her face side to side. “Well then it’s a good thing I’m pregnant because this one will be on Team Kick A-S-S.”

I jerked back, smiling. Not letting go of her wrists.

“Amari,” I called out, locking eyes with a grinning Briggs.

“Let’s give your mama a break. Can you check on your brother for us, please?”

“Yes,” she replied, happy to help.

She loved Michael and being a big sister. She jumped up and ran over to her baby brother, not paying any mind to what Briggs just informed me.

I didn’t falter. “You’re pregnant?”

“Your baby is in my belly,” she stated with the same phrase she used with all our babies. “Apparently, your boys really love me. The doctor was even shocked that it happened so fast.”

I leaned forward. My cock throbbed to be inside her, and I hated that we were in public. I couldn’t have my way with her.

“I f*cking love you, baby.”

I kissed her long and deep. Until Amari jumped on my back, tickling me under my neck. Causing us to break our connection. I threw Amari in the air, tickling her next. Kissing all over her face, rubbing her with my beard exactly like I did with her mama.