Page 29 of Property of Shotgun

I open the sliders on the back deck and step into the kitchen. The morning chaos is in full swing just as it always is. Legend and Kaiden are fighting over some nonsense while Killian runs around the table in his diaper. Potty training has fully commenced, and the kid wants no part of it. My eyes shoot to the counter where Jade is making lunches, and filling water bottles. Her hair is in a messy bun on top of her head, and she’s wearing one of those expensive pajama sets she loves so much—a pretty pink number that consists of a silk camisole that stretches tight around her chest, and matching wide-leg satin pants that ride low on her hips, and cling to her ass.

Mornings were easier in the early days of me living here. She was sleep deprived and didn’t give a single fuck about what she wore to bed. Don’t get me wrong, there were other things that I struggled with—like all the times I walked in on her pumping. I tried not to look the first few times, but then I just gave up. Jade had a fantastic set of tits. They were big, round, and by the looks of it, firm as fuck. And her nipples were always hard. There isn’t a man on this green earth that could resist staring at them.

Now I fight with my cock every morning because it’s impossible for the fucking thing not to react to the whole package. The tits… her ass, and those fucking hips that were made for a man to hold while she bounces on his cock. I fuck my hand every morning before I make my way into the kitchen, and every morning I walk to the coffee pot with my dick straining against the zipper of my jeans. It’s fucking torture, and as many times as remind myself she’s Irish’s, my cock doesn’t seem to get the message.

I want her.

But I know I’ll never have her.

Every time I fuck another woman, I imagine it’s her body my cock is buried inside of and when I cum it’s her fucking name I call out. I keep waiting for a sign from Irish, figuring it’s only a matter of time before he starts haunting me for filthy desires.

“Good morning to you too,” Jade taunts, as she bumps her hip against my side. The coffee pot nearly slips from my hand as I turn to face her. I’m hit with a smile and fingers tighten around the handle of the pot. Her body is my greatest temptation, but that smile is my undoing. “They are absolutely feral today. Six more weeks and school is out.”

“You do realize they’ll be home every day after that,” I say, placing the coffee pot back where it was.

“But I won’t have to wake up at the crack of dawn to cook three different breakfasts, or race around to make any lunches.”

She says that now, but when they’re bothering her for a snack every twenty minutes, her tune will change. It did last summer.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. They changed the time of Raiden’s T-ball practice tonight. It’s five o’clock at Marine Park.”

I sip my coffee as she turns and struts to retrieve the boys’ book bags, that ass of hers swaying from side to side with every step she takes. Biting back a curse, I tear my eyes away. “Legend has football practice at five.”

“Yes, that’s why I’m bringing it up. I figured I’ll take Raiden, and you’ll take Legend—that’s of course if you don’t have something else planned. I can probably ask one of the coaches to help.”

Jade don’t know shit about football, but because she went to one Yankee game fifteen years, she calls herself a baseball fan. It’s the reason she chose to sign Raiden up for T-Ball.

When things overlap, she prefers to take Raiden because she claims to understand the game better. I don’t have a problem with it because it’s clear Legend’s football coach has a thing for her. I’m sure the motherfucker would jump at the chance to take Legend to practice if it meant he got to ogle Jade when he picked him up.

“I’ll take him.”

“Great. One more thing, they need someone for the chains for the game. Legend is the only kid who hasn’t had a parent do them yet. I would do it but I don’t want to embarrass him or you any more than I already do.”

I laugh at that. There isn’t anything more entertaining than watching Jade cheer for her son at a football game. The woman has no idea what the fuck is going on most of the time, but when she sees Legend with the ball, she becomes a lunatic, screaming at the top of her lungs for him to run.

“I’ll do the chains.”

“You’re the best.”

“I got something tonight, so don’t count me in for dinner.”

That’s another thing that has evolved over the fourteen months of me living here. I used to skate by having dinner with them once a week, then the sports schedule threw everything into disarray. She doesn’t cook when the boys have practice or games, and we usually grab takeout together.

“Actually, Bella is coming over tonight. We’re going to order sushi. Do you want me to get your usual for when you get home?”

She and Bella have gotten close, and every once in a while, they have a girls night. It usually consists of Bella coming to the house, and them breaking open a bottle of wine. I keep offering to watch the boys so she can actually go out somewhere, but for whatever reason, she hasn’t taken me up on that offer.

“No, I’ll just grab something on the go. It’s going to be a late night.”

Her eyes snap back to me. “Oh. Okay.”

For as much as I’m around her, I can never figure what goes on inside that head of hers when she looks at me like that. I don’t believe it’s disappointment that washes over her features, but it’s something akin to it.

I take one more sip of my coffee before dropping the mug in the sink.

“You boys ready to head out?”

“I call the front seat!” Legend says.

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