Page 39 of Unwrapped By the Grumpy Mountain Man
Chuckling, I kiss her forehead. “That you are. How did that tree get in here?” She better not have dragged that in herself. “You should’ve waited for me. You realize I chop and haul trees for a living.”
“Yes, but my lumberjack husband is hard at work all day, I’m not having you bring work home too. That’s like expecting a chef to come home and cook dinner too,” she says, smiling. She tips up on her toes and kisses my chin. “Hungry?”
Damn. I could get used to this.
“Let me wash up first.” I kiss the top of her head and head upstairs.
In the shower, I’m inundated with snapshot visions of her naked skin. I’m hard but refuse to take care of it in the shower with my wife downstairs. Sighing heavily, I lean against my outstretched hands on the shower tile. How did we ram past pretend and into what feels dangerously like a real marriage?
She’s more than I could’ve hoped for.
I thought the next woman to tempt me, I’d easily thwart, thanks to my trauma with Kristy, but I haven’t felt a moment of hesitation. I want to be all in with Violet. For as long as I can have her. If six months is all I get, I plan to give her my all. She deserves to be shown care, appreciation, attention.
I want to be a good husband to her. I never thought I’d want to be a husband to anyone anymore. Violet Wilder has made her stamp over my mind, my body, and heart, and it’s only been a short amount of time.
Getting dressed, I’m about to head down when a familiar voice, like fingernails on a chalkboard, screams.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Shit. Kristy.
I race down the stairs to see Violet holding the door open, calmly facing my ex. Kristy’s pale green eyes flick up and see me, her face contorting in anger and disgust.
“What the fuck is this?” she points at Violet.
I gently take Violet by the waist and move her behind me, keeping myself in the middle in case Kristy tries something.
“First of all, this is my house. Second, do not speak to her that way.”
Her laugh is humorless. “I heard from the girls that you have a wife now? And what? That child is supposed to be who you married? Didn’t know you liked them that young, but typical of you, being a man and all.”
“Yes, Violet is my wife, and you will show her respect.”
“You think this will help you take them away from me? You made a big mistake taking on a child bride. My lawyer will have a field day with that one,” Kristy sucks her teeth, glaring Violet up and down.
I step outside, fury boiling in my gut. I get in my ex’s face. “You listen here, Kristy, I’m done playing this game with you. Our daughters are not pawns. Your shit hurts them. Not me. Plus, your jealousy is rearing.”
Kristy’s head snaps back as though I stuck her.”Jealous? Of that?” She whips her hand out at Violet. “Does she even know what to do with your big dick?” she mocks, licking her lips.
I step aside, blocking her view and forcing her eyes on me. “Violet and I had been seeing each other for a while. I didn’t want to present her to our daughters until I knew it was serious. I love that woman. Her heart is so pure, and the way she alreadyloves our girls is something you should welcome, not try to taint. I won’t do this with you.”
Kristy looks over my shoulder. “Bitch, back off. This isn’t your business.”
Violet steps beside me, hooking her hand to my arm. “He’s my husband. His business is my business,” she says confidently but politely. “And your girls are wonderful–”
“Don’t fucking talk about my girls.” Kristy lunges at her, but I pull Violet back and set my arm against Kristy’s advance.
“Don’t,” I warn. She hears my tone. She sneers but backs up.
“If you have any questions for me, I’m open to answering them. I want you to trust that I won’t hurt your girls. They are safe when they’re with me,” Violet continues.
“This is bullshit. I can smell it,” Kristy hisses. “You’re not getting them,” she points at me. “And you,” she spits at Violet.
“Kristy–” I growl.
“Stay the fuck away from my girls. You may fool him with your virgin pussy, but you’ll never suck him as deep as I did and satisfy him.”
“You’re fucking done here.” I place my hand at the base of her back and move her along. “If you ever speak to my wife like that again, I’ll take more than the girls from you, Kristy. I’m done appeasing your bullshit. I could do a lot worse than take the girls if I paid for the right investigative professional.”
