Page 26 of Graves & Griggs
“C’mon—let’s go play!”
Aries looks back at Seraphina and Ryder, who seem perfectly content decorating. When Seraphina looks up, though, her eyes lock on Aries, and she turns to Ryder.
“We can make more later.”
Ryder nods, and the four of them run off together towards the playroom.
“Shit. Jackson! Come back here and wipe your hands, you fucking animal!” Wesley says as he jogs after him.
Skyla sighs, shaking her head as she calls out, “Language, Wes.”
She begins moving the cookie mess to the other counter, clearing off the kitchen island as I come up behind her. I wrap my arms around her waist, resting my hands on her belly as I smile into her neck.
“We both know these kids will be raised by the foulest mouths. Why fight it?”
She huffs out an irritated breath as she looks over her shoulder at me. “Because it’s inappropriate.”
I scoff at that, pressing soft kisses to her neck the way I do whenever I want to get out of trouble with her. Works like a charm.
“Liam,” she grumbles while angling her neck for more kisses.
“Yeah, babygirl?”
“The kitchen is a mess, and we have company.”
My eyes pop open, and I lock gazes with Blake, who’s watching us with a knowing smirk.
“Our company doesn’t seem to mind. She knows the drill: make out when you can, where you can, right?”
Blake nods, lifting her cup of hot chocolate. “Hear, hear.”
“There ya go,” I say as I spin Skyla around, then sink my fingers into the back of her hair to hold her closer as my lips press to hers.
She’s unyielding only for a moment before she softens in my arms, her tongue twirling around my own. I moan into her mouth. Fuck, I’ve been craving this. I love sex, all kinds of sex really, but sometimes nothing beats a good make-out sesh.
My hands move to her thighs before I’m lifting her into the air and onto the kitchen island. Stepping in between her legs, my hands begin to drift when a voice speaks from over my shoulder, scaring the living shit out of me.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I yelp, spinning around to see Zayden Graves staring at me with a scowl. Blake moves from her seat, practically throwing herself into his arms. He catches her easily, his gaze never wavering from me as his scowl deepens.
“Did you just fucking screech? Did he screech, angel? Is this really one of the men that’s supposed to look after my family? A screecher?”
Blake smacks his arm, and I shrug.
“You scared me.”
Zayden doesn’t look pacified by that, but I don’t really give a fuck.
“Any reason you’re putting on a fucking porno in front of my wife, Walcott?”
I scoff. “Please, my cock hasn’t even come out yet. This was the start of the show. You’re just in time,” I say with a waggle of my eyebrows.
Zayden shakes his head as his eyes come to Skyla. “Should I fetch one of your other husbands so you can actually be pleased? No doubt the little screecher falls short in that department.”
I don’t take insults well; they always just feel like challenges to me. And in this case, challenge accepted.
“I can please my wife better than you can please yours—that’s a guaran-fucking-tee.”
