Page 70 of Bred By the Minotaur
She holds out a packet. “Two tickets to the Bahamas. For you and Phoebe, from me and Sandra.”
I stare at her, then take the packet.
“What about Milo? And Archie?” I ask, hoarse with my budding excitement.
“We’re going to watch them for a few days. You two need to get away.”
I’ve never felt so relieved in my life. A few days away from the baby with just my wife? Fucking pinch me.
“Don’t worry,” Mom says before I get a chance to respond. “I cleared it with your boss before we got them.”
I hug her as tight as I can.
“Thank you, Mom. Thank you so much.”
I don’t need any more incentive than that to run to the office where Phoebe is working and surprise her with their gift.
“One week from now?” she asks, hesitating. “Maybe you got time off of work, but I’ll still have to call in.”
“You’ve been working your ass off since the fire, and you barely took any time off when Archie was born. They’ll survive without you for a week.”
She sighs and nods. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll let my boss know today. I have the vacation time saved up.”
I let her go so she can make her call, feeling lighter than I have in quite some time.
Phoebe
My house is almost done being rebuilt, so when I get back from our trip, it’ll be time to put it on the market. I’m strangely excited. Ever since the fire, that house has held nothing but bad memories for me, and I’m ready to move on.
The money will be a big bonus, too, and we can tuck it away in a retirement nest egg.
My heart tugs as we pack for our trip, thinking about being away from Archie and Milo. Every day I feel more and more like Milo’s mother. He snuggles up to me on the couch whenever we watch his favorite show, and hugs my legs when I come home. I love him more than I thought I could ever love another person. I understand now why Hank worked so hard to have him—his little laughs, and even his tears, fill my chest to bursting. I just want to make all the hurt in the world go away, and make sure he has the best life possible.
And watching Archie go from crying infant to wiggly toddler has been a joy. I adore how his eyes close when he breastfeeds, and his little hands curl into fists. His tiny hooves are the cutest in the world, and even when he cries in the middle of the night, holding him brings me back to earth and soothes my soul.
But I know it’ll be good for us to get away, and I certainly could use the time alone with Hank. Our sex life has not been what it used to be since Archie was born, and I miss it.
The plane ride is long, and I sleep against Hank’s big shoulder most of the way. Then we’re surrounded by sun and sand, and the pure relief washes over me.
I still worry about the boys while we’re gone, but I know they’re in good hands, and I’m able to let it drift out of my mind.
Hank and I make love every single night, and I can finally be as loud as I want. One night, after Hank has had a lot of rum, he picks me up before stumbling into the room. I giggle as he pushes me up against a wall, his cock already tenting his swim shorts. He’s shirtless from the pool, and I get to admire him once again as he leans back, keeping me aloft with his hands under my ass.
“Damn,” he says, his eyes catching on my cleavage inside my bikini. “My wife’s really hot.”
I wink. “So is my husband.”
He kisses me then, all of his love and all of his lust in that press of his lips on mine. His hands fumble with the strings holding my swimsuit in place, but he does eventually free my tits from their bondage. Then his mouth is on them, sucking my nipples between his lips and groaning as I leak milk onto his tongue.
Yeah, that’s definitely one of Hank’s kinks.
He huffs with how horny he is, licking his lips as he swallows it all up. His eyes now half lidded, he makes his way down to my bikini bottoms and unties those, too. In response, I push down his swim shorts, and that delicious cock springs out.
“I need to be inside you,” Hank growls. He becomes so desperate when he drinks that it’s adorable. “Please.”
I nod and lift my hips, rubbing myself against him. Hank grits his teeth as he feels around for where he belongs, and I giggle as I reach down to lead him to his treasure.
Hank moans as he sinks in almost fully in one stroke. “Fuck,” he grunts, his neck bowing. “You feel incredible. Like nothing else. I’m addicted to you.”
