Page 39 of Blackbeard
“You bet your ass she is,” came a voice from the doorway.
Mario and Bodhi whipped their heads up as Leigh entered the room. Wearing that damned silk robe that ended at mid-thigh. Smooth, creamy skin, full breasts, rounded hips, and long legs. Judging by the dark circles under her eyes, she probably had a hangover from hell. Despite her tangled, frizzy bedhead, she was still a fucking vision.
“Hey, boys,” she purred. “I’m Leigh, Diego’s wife.”
“Hi,” Mario and Bodhi stammered out, slack-jawed.
She laughed softly and came up behind them, kissing first Bodhi’s cheek, then Mario’s cheek. Bodhi’s eyes went wide.
He was going to be thinking about that moment for the rest of his life.
“Leigh,” I said. “These are my nephews, Mario and Bodhi.”
“I’m the oldest,” Mario declared, proudly.
“But I’m smarter than him,” Bodhi announced, not to be overshadowed.
“Says who?” Mario scoffed.
“My report cards always look better than yours,” Bodhi argued.
Leigh smothered a laugh behind her hand.
“Well, you’re both equally handsome young men,” she said. Then she clucked her tongue and touched Bodhi’s hand as I finished the last stitch. “Oh, you poor thing,” she crooned. “Does it hurt?”
Bodhi blinked a few times like an owl. He shook his head emphatically and puffed out his chest, lifting his chin.
“No. I can’t feel a thing actually.”
Mario huffed and rolled his eyes.
“You cried like a baby when you saw all that blood.”
“I didnot,” Bodhi hissed with a scathing look.
“You totally did.”
I glanced at Leigh. She met my gaze, lips quirking up in amusement.
This was the first time I’d seen her without makeup. No wingtip eyeliner. No foundation. No blush or contour. Nothing but bare skin and I was surprised to notice thick patches of russet brown freckles marching across the bridge of her nose.
It was strange to think that I knew what she felt like, wrapped around my cock, but I never knew the woman I married had freckles…
I wrapped Bodhi’s stitches with gauze and gave him a glass of water to wash down two painkillers. Then I gestured to the door.
“All done,” I said. “Don’t get it dirty. Now go, wait outside on the lawn. Big G should be here any minute.”
“Thanks, Uncle Diego,” Bodhi chirped, hopping off his chair. “You’re the best. Bye, Aunt Leigh.”
Leigh’s face brightened.
Aunt Leigh,she mouthed at me, smug.
After my nephews were gone, Leigh grinned and turned away, busying herself with starting the coffee maker.
“Such a softie,” she said.
“And you’re a little devil,” I replied. “Teasing those boys like that.”
