Hold (Gentry Boys, #5)(2)
“Oh!” shouted Cassie, “Look out!”
“Don’t get squished!” begged Cami.
“The knight has his sword raised, prepared to die fighting if that’s what it takes to defeat the evil giant, when suddenly….” I paused and glanced over my shoulder.
“What?!” shrieked the girls.
When I swiveled my head toward the doorway I caught sight of Saylor standing there in the shadows, biting her lip to hold her laughter in. I winked at my wife, sliced my imaginary sword through the air with a flourish and continued.
“The knight’s two brothers, great knights themselves, come rushing in just in time! They stand beside their brother, offering up their swords together. They manage to cut deep enough into the foot of the giant to knock him right over!”
“Yay!” cheered Cassie.
“Did he die?” Cami asked. “Is the evil giant dead?”
Say flashed me a look from the doorway, a silent request to keep the violence to a minimum.
I got down on my knees in front of my girls and talked in a hushed voice. “He fell right off the side of the mountain and no one ever saw him again.”
Cassidy exhaled in relief.
Camille, a stickler for details even at age three, frowned. “But was he dead?”
I tousled her smooth hair. “He was gone forever.”
Cami nodded and seemed to accept that. Cassie pulled on my hand.
“What about the knight’s princess?”
“Ah, my favorite part,” I said, scooping up the girls and settling them each on one knee. “The knight went home to his beloved princess and they lived happily ever after.”
“In the castle?” asked Cassie, smiling dreamily.
“In the castle,” I confirmed. “And they had two beautiful little girls who made the knight so happy he thought he would burst.”
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Cami?”
“What about the knight’s brothers?”
“What about them?”
“Did they get princesses too?”
I smiled. “Of course they did.”
“All right everyone,” said Saylor, finally entering the room and putting her hands on her hips. Her posture said no nonsense but her green eyes danced. “Bed time for everyone under the age of four.”
I raised my eyebrows. “What about those of us over the age of four?”
She grinned sweetly. “I’ll deal with you later.”
We took turns tucking the girls under their frilly blankets and giving them forehead kisses. Their eyelids were already fluttering with the rapid approach of sleep. Since they were tiny babies they’d been quick to fall asleep and stay that way all night. I knew it was unlikely we’d hear a peep from the pink-walled bedroom until the light of day and that suited me just fine because I was already checking out my wife’s ass and making plans. She wore a sleek black nightgown that was long and simple yet existed for the sole purpose of f*cking with my imagination. I could tell from the smooth outlines that she probably wasn’t wearing any panties, bless her dirty heart.
Saylor caught the look and strutted in front of me as I followed her out the door. She tossed her long brown hair over one shoulder and gave me the kind of seductive over-the-shoulder glance that had my dick jumping to life and saluting the backside of my zipper.
Once I had the door firmly closed at my back I wasted no time getting my hands on her.
“Cord,” she scolded in a scandalized whisper as I cupped her tits and pushed my hard-on into her back. “They’re not asleep yet.”
Since all of Saylor’s squirming told me she was already hot and bothered I didn’t stop. I ran my hands down the sleek fabric, enjoying the sharp way she inhaled as my hands traveled over her belly and lower to the hot split between her legs.
As for me, things were getting pretty tight down below and I was ready to get busy. The week had been a long one, putting in over seventy hours at the tattoo shop, planting tramp stamps on backs and tribal snakes on biceps. Coming home to my girls every night was always a gift but these days I was temporarily running the shop by myself while Saylor burned every end of the candle trying to get her next book done. Lately romance had taken a backseat. I was ready to atone for that oversight. I was ready to atone the f*ck out of it.
Saylor let out a breathy moan and braced her open palms against the far wall while I grinned because my finger was right there on the button, pushing into the satin folds of her gown and getting her so slick and open I knew she could come with another twenty seconds of light teasing.
Meanwhile one black strap fell from an ivory shoulder and threatened to fall even further. The sound of her stifled groans, the sight of her left breast, and the way she was pushing against my hand was creating an emergency in my pants. We were still paused in the hallway though. Contrary to erotic pop culture, hallway humping was actually not the most fun thing in the world, particularly if you’re trying not to disturb the children sleeping on the other side of the wall.
I could do this several ways. I could sweep her up into my arms and carry her all majestic and romantic into our bedroom down the hall. My arms would be glad to do the work and she proved a long time ago that she was the only one to meant to fit inside them. But when Say pushed her hair out of her face and gave me those ‘Fuck Me Now!’ eyes I became a little less patient. No matter how many years go by with this woman at my side she’ll always be able to level me with one heated glance.