Page 97 of Bad Husband

“The kids are up.”

“I don’t care,” I mumble, shaking my head. And I don’t.

As in most situations, when I have something in my head, I need to finish. A mission like this, there’s no stopping me. You probably know this by now.

It’s then that damn dog starts in with his howling.

“Come on, baby. Stay in the moment,” I grunt, my hips moving at a steady pace, focused on getting both of us off in the next five minutes.

Just as she’s beginning to relax and finally be in the moment, the baby begins crying.

“Mommy!” Callan yells, knocking on the door. “Evie wants you, and Noah is drinking out of the toilet again.”

There’s no way Evie got out of her crib on her own, so he must have snuck into her room and grabbed her. While it’s cute when he does that, it’s annoying right now because I still haven’t finished.

And what the fuck, Noah? Really, dude?

Despite all this, I don’t stop and instead speed up my movements as a growl emerges from deep in my throat. I’m determined to finish.

At that moment, the fucking dog bursts through the wooden door of the bathroom and into our room and starts to hump the bedpost.

Welcome to the life of a couple with three kids and a goddamn dog.

“What’s going on in there?” Callan asks when he hears the door breaking. “Are you guys okay?”

“We’re fine. Just take the baby downstairs,” I yell back, my mouth only parting from Madison for a moment before I go back to work, kissing her.

Only she’s just lying there laughing. Look at her. She’s fucking laughing like it’s funny. It is, a dog humping the bed, me trying to hump her, two of our kids at the door and one drinking from the toilet, but still. Laughing kinda hurts my ego if we’re being honest.

It’s quiet for about a half a second when Callan, still outside our door, asks, “What’s that noise?”

I stop for about a half a second and then continue despite the squeaking bed springs. “Nothing. Go downstairs.”

“Ridley, maybe we should—”

“Hold on, I’msoclose.” My arms give way, and I collapse against her chest, my hands moving to her ass driving her into my determined thrust.

Just as I’m right about there, the goddamn dog I never wanted jumps right on my back and barks in my ear. I hate this dog.

“Goddamn it.” I sigh, rolling to the side and pushing the dog on the floor. With my arms resting on my stomach, I move them to my face, exhaling heavily, scrubbing them over my tired eyes. “At some point, I’m going to have sex with you again without all these distractions.”

Madison laughs, her hand resting on my stomach. God, I wish she’d put her hand lower and rid me of this need I know is going to drive me crazy all day long.

I peek one eye open at her. “I’d settle for a hand job at this point.”

She laughs and removes her hand. “We can’t. It’s already almost seven. We’re gonna be late.”

Fuck.

“You go take a shower,” I tell her, sighing. “I’ll get the kids ready.”

I WAIT FORmy hard-on to go away, which is depressing as shit because why waste a hard-on? I then go downstairs to see Callan putting Evie in her high chair and Noah getting cereal off the floor. At least he put it in a bowl this time.

Rowdy’s right next to him eating Captain Crunch with him.

Smiling at them, I turn to Callan and Evie. He’s now reading a book on nuclear bombs to her.

I scratch the side of my head and reach for the coffee filters in the cupboard. We moved into the new house right before Evie was born in November. We’ve been here about six months now, and I can honestly say, it’s a lot more comfortable than our old house.

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