Page 92 of Waiting for Redemption

“But okay. Will you at least tell ussomedetails about the sex?” Taylor interrupts the moment with her brash request.

“Jesus Christ,” Shane mumbles. I can’t help but laugh when I realize she will not be giving up on this any time soon.

“I love you girls like sisters, but I’dmuchrather be at home with my husband right now.” I give them a suggestive stare and they all start squealing and giving meatta girl’s.Even though I meant that statement with my whole heart, I know he’ll be there waiting when I get home, so I let myself enjoy the rest of the night with my girls. In the middle of our very deep discussion about what Lauren wants to do instead of real estate, my phone goes off with a text from Tank. He and Hendrix are both in sweatpants with no shirts and they’re flexing in the bathroom mirror.

Tank

Hendrix wanted to show you how big his muscles are getting because he ate ALL of his broccoli with dinner tonight.

I wanted to show you what’s waiting for you when you get home.

Me

Tank

How much longer till you’re home?

Me

Are you rushing me?

Tank

I’m picturing you on your knees with my cock down your throat. Of course I am.

Me

I DO get a little handsy when I’m buzzed.

Tank

You’re killing me, baby. Please come home to me.

Me

I’ll leave here in 10.

Tank

That’s my good little wife.

Me

Tank

We’re gonna have to hang that halo up tonight, Honey.

“Come on, sis. I’ll give you a ride,” Taylor says, pulling me off the couch.

“What?” I say, looking around as everyone cleans up the living room.

“I know that lookandthat shade of red. You’re ready to go home,” she teases, calling me outveryaccurately.

“Is it that obvious?” I ask quietly.

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