Page 32 of Addicted to the Bad Boy
I scoop them both up and kiss them on the cheeks before setting them down at the table. “I’m sorry we woke you, girls,” I tell them, retrieving the two cereal boxes from the pantry. “Everybody hungry?!”
Jess and Josie nod happily, but Emily looks like she’s ready to go back to bed. She nods, but it’s not what you’d call enthusiastic.
I smile as I serve them up, taking over what Mira normally does in the mornings when I’m at work. It’s Sunday, so I have the day off today, and we all decided it would be nice to just have a family day and maybe go down to the lake and do some swimming. Seeing as how my princess is still sleeping and Emily looks exhausted, maybe we’ll end up just hanging out around the house.
The house…
I take a breath as the kids dig in and look around the kitchen, out the back yard at the swing set and jungle gym, and feel a sense of warmth come over me. This isours. My family’s. It may not be the Coolidge estate, but that’s also kind of the point.
After Mira’s dad tried to force her into a marriage with Tyler, she wanted to get away from him as soon as possible. She told me about how he was trying to leverage her mother’s cancer treatment to get her to obey, so I immediately started working longer shifts at the shop so we could afford to take over her payments. The Heartless Bastards also came in like a community charity and donated to her cause. It’s been four and a half years now, and she’s cancer free.
The kids look happy with their breakfasts, so I tell Josie to watch her sisters and head back upstairs to my wife, who I’m obsessed with. All I want to do is watch her sleep a little longer.
She is still in bed, but the sheet has slipped down more, revealing her bare back and her glorious side boob. I simply can’t resist any longer and slide into bed beside her, pulling the sheet back even more so I can have an eyeful of her gorgeous ass. I curl my body around hers and hear her let out a soft little moan as she starts to wake.
She hums, stretches like a cat, turns her head, and blinks at me with heavy, sleep-laden eyes. “Where are the kids?”
Always the mother.
“They’re eating.” I smile. “Josie’s watching the twins.”
She glances around. “And where’smybreakfast?”
“I was too busy spoiling our children and mulling over all the dirty things I want to do to you once they’re napping.”
She is my own personal treasure. “Still obsessed with me, eh?”
“Every second of every day, princess.”
Five years ago, I thought I’d lost her. I thought the world had taken her from me just when I had her in my arms. But Mira, my beautiful and fierce love, chose me. She knew that I was the only man who would ever cherish her the way she deserves.
She gave up her father’s name, money, inheritance, and all the rest so she could be with a mechanic and biker guy. We built our lives from scratch, paid off her mother’s medical bills, and got her the best treatment. She’s grown so much stronger over the last few years and loves watching the kids for us, baking cookies and cupcakes, and running around the house with them like an angel that was dropped into our lives.
And Mira is an even better mom than I thought she’d be—though I don’t know how that’s possible. She’s strong but soft, patient and passionate. Loving and supportive in all the right ways.
And beyond that, she’s still the sexiest woman on the planet.
“You’re staring,” she whispers, gently stroking my sideburn.
“You’re naked,” I counter. “How could I not?”
She smiles, blushing, and tries to slip away from me like she’s going to get dressed and go check on the kids, but I grab her by the hip and pull her back. Just being this close to her curves has me all boned up. When I’m around my wife, I’m one horny bastard. And when I’m not around her, I’m wishing I was.
She glances down at my bulge and instantly knows what’s on my mind. “You’re awful,” she giggles. “We have three kids downstairs eating cereal!”
“They’ll be fine for…ten minutes?” I chuckle, grinding up against her hip as I slip my briefs down to my knees.
“Fiveminutes,” she corrects me.
Mira used to tell me,“I don’t do quickies,”but that was before the kids came. After that—and once she realized how I make it my mission in life to get her off—she came around. Now we have to find time whenever we can, but I always make sure my wife is satisfied before I finish.
My wife.
My girl.
My love.
I press her onto her stomach and kiss her like a starving man, which is what I am. With one hand, I spread her open and look down at her tiny little pink hole. I press my rock-hard cock inside and gasp at the sensation. Three kids and it still feels like the first time I slid inside her virgin hole.
