Page 83 of The Playboy's Playbook

My mom and I meet for dinner at least three times a month. Hannah comes to visit more and she brings Hunter with her. Having Hunter around prompted the boys to ask Luke for a baby brother. That was a fun conversation Luke had to talk his way out of.

I was thankful that one weekend when Laila flew in, she was able to meet up with my sister and meet Hunter. He quickly took a liking to her and that made my heart swell ten times more that all three of my nephews love the woman I love so much.

Laila’s so good with kids and I know when the time comes for us to have our own, she’ll be the best mother.

“Baby!” I drawl, standing from my place on the couch. Luke invited us to dinner at his house, but I’m thinking it might be better to just start having dinners at my place so we won’t be late.

I run up the stairs, Nola hot on my heels. I step into Laila’s bedroom and see that she has clothes everywhere, but my girlfriend is nowhere to be found. I turn my head and see the closet door opened, so I make my way over there.

“Laila, we’re going to be –” I start and abruptly stop. Laila is standing in the middle of her closet in a baby blue lingerie set. “Nola, kennel.”

I pick up the small puppy and place her outside the room before I close the door. Laila chuckles as she walks over to me, her hips swaying as she walks.

“Laila, we’re going to be late,” I repeat as I rake my eyes over her curvy figure and feel myself harden at the sight.

She shrugs her shoulders before reaching to unclasp her bra. The sight of her perky breasts pulls me closer and I place soft kisses to each of her nipples. I give each breast equal amounts of attention, earning a soft moan from Laila as she runs hands through my hair, her breathing picking up. My dick twitches at the sound she makes.

“Luke’s going to kill me for being late,” I mumble against her soft skin.

“Well,” she starts as she steps back to step out of her panties. “We better make your last night on Earth enjoyable.”

Fifteen minutes and two orgasms later, we show up to Luke’s house. Clay immediately opens the door and runs straight to Laila. He wraps his arms around her legs and she hugs him back, brushing a hand through his dark hair.

“I missed you, Auntie Lala,” Clay whispers.

“You just saw me a few hours ago when I picked you up from school, Boots,” Laila says sweetly.

“Yeah, but I still missed you,” he says meekly.

Laila picks Clay up in her arms and carries him through the door. He’s not a light kid to carry, not like Jen is. Laila carries him with such ease, it makes my heart almost burst at the sight.

“About time you two show up,” Luke barks from the kitchen. Jen is setting the table and Laila sets Clay down to help out. I walk over to Luke and pat him on the shoulder, taking a food tray and carrying it to the dining room.

“We got sidetracked,” I say nonchalantly. Laila looks over at me and smiles. I know tonight we won’t be getting any rest because dammit, my girl is beautiful and I’m very tempted to take her to the truck and get another round in.

“I hate you,” Luke says to me, earning a giggle from Laila.

I clap him on his shoulder. “Love you, too, Dad.”

Luke glares at me and points to the table. We all sit down, Luke on one side with Clay and Jen flanking him and Laila and I across the table. We begin eating and going through each other’s day.

Luke says there’s a new project that he needs to talk to me about and we agree to do it after dinner. Jen says he hates school and wants to play with trucks all day, so nothing new. Laila says her work schedule is going to pick up a little to prepare for the legislative session, especially with the amount of bills that are supposed to be introduced.

I’m just happy to be surrounded by the people that I love.

Clay’s day was interesting. A new student joined his class. Her name is Brooklyn and Clay says they are the “bestest best friends” and they do everything together – they walk to the library together, play on the swing set with each other, and talk about the next book they’re getting from the library.

“She has hair like you, Auntie Lala! It’s so puffy and curly. I like when she swings because the wind kicks her hair everywhere. She told me that I’m the only person who can touch her hair besides her mom,” Clay says, looking at Laila with admiration. This kid loves his Auntie Lala.

That makes two of us, kid.

“Just remember to be kind to her, Boots,” Laila says softly.

“Yeah, you never know. She could be the love of your life one day,” I add. Laila and I look at each other and smile knowingly.

“Girls have cooties,” Jen cuts in, his eyes not leaving his plate of mashed potatoes.

We all look at him and burst into a fit of laughter. One day, he’ll get to the point where his brother is and will quickly realize that women are the most beautiful creatures to exist, but we aren’t rushing it. For now, we let Jen play with his trucks and obsess over mashed potatoes.

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