Page 50 of Amy's Santa

Too fucking right I would. I’m still scared when I see her riding it, though I know she’s a good fucking rider, and I trust her to take care. But that thing can accelerate fast, and I don’t even like to think of its top speed. As for cornering, she can almost lay it over. I will admit though, it’s a blast to ride.

“I’ll be back late afternoon, maybe tonight.” I lean over to kiss her, tempted to take my chance for a second morning fuck and to hell with the outcome if I make Drummer wait. With difficulty, I restrain myself and straighten up.

“I’d like to catch up with Amy before she leaves. Check she’s alright. She seemed happier last night.”

“She did, didn’t she? Marc, can you believe it? Our little Amy, marrying the prez and living on the compound.”

When she reaches out her hand, I grasp it. “It’s perfect, Heart. They’ve always been close. I know he’ll never hurt her. But Amy, the first lady. How about that? Hey, I’ll always remember the time she called me Mom for the first time.”

Unfortunately I do as well. I frown, “I was an ass.”

“Water under the bridge now, Heart.” She giggles. “Me carrying your twins brought you to your senses.”

I tickle her ribs. “And you didn’t fuckin’ believe me. I was right, you were wrong.” If it comes out in a sing-song voice, I don’t care. Have to keep stock of my few victories.

She bats my hands away. “It was the first and only time, Heart.”

“You think you’re always right?” But I’ve nothing to support any argument. She’s probably correct.

Stopping my torture, I lean down and kiss her sweetly, then raise my head back up. “Now all we’ve got to do is make sure Isabel and Alexis never leave the compound.”

Her eyes roll. “What is it with men and their daughters?”

My eyes fall again on the clock which has been mercilessly counting the minutes. “Shit, darlin’, I gotta go.”

Lines appear on her brow. “Promise me, you’ll come home.”

She’s not stupid, and I’d rather not say anything than lie to her. I settle for a simple, “I promise. When you see Amy, give her my love, will you?” Knowing it was quite possible I wouldn’t see her this morning, I’d said goodbye to her yesterday evening.

“I will, Heart. But she won’t be gone long this time.”

I hope not, trusting that when the month has passed, she’ll be home forever.

Closing our bedroom door I descend the stairs. When I get to the bottom, Isabel waves a cup of coffee in my direction.

“Dad, aren’t you getting too old for you and mom to—”

I put my hand over her mouth. “Never.” The kids are all of age now, and I don’t feel the slightest remorse that she heard me and her mom. I’d rather she heard us making love than growing up with parents always fighting.

I’m still chuckling at her audacity as I walk down the incline.

I find the others already waiting outside the auto-shop.

“Finished getting your dick wet?” Peg calls out.

“Like you didn’t,” I throw back, and his smug grin shows I’m right. I glance at Wraith.

The ex-VP shrugs. “Sophie insisted.”

Blade shouts out, “Tash is insatiable, what’s a man to do?”

Mouse barks a laugh.

“You too?” I ask. His smirk confirms it.

“Alright, alright,” says Drummer. “Enough about your morning fucks.”

“Sam not put out?” Peg challenges him. “That why you’re in a mood?”

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