Page 114 of Hot Stuff
“Hey, get a room!”
Lifting my head, I see Pa grinning at us. The man hasn’t just accepted Micky into his home, he’s welcomed me with just as much enthusiasm.
And so far, there haven’t been any issues having all of us under one roof but it’s early days yet. I was prepared to move out with Micky except neither Pa nor Oakley were having any of that.
In Oakley’s words, home is where the heart is and hers was with all of us so it makes sense to live together.
I’m not sure if it does make sense but I’m not arguing. I want to be with Oakley and in spite of the little boy who has been thrust into our lives, that hasn’t changed, won’t change.
“Hey, what has you frowning?” Her hand on my jaw pulls me back to face her. “What’s wrong?”
“Are you sorry we did it like this?”
“What? Got married with just us here? No. Are you?”
“Hell no, I’d marry you in the living room in my boxers.”
Laughing, she tips up on her toes and presses her lips to mine. “Well, good thing we didn’t do it that way. After what happened when we met, Hot Stuff, I’m not sure I could trust you’d be wearing any.”
Grinning, I slap her butt. “I replaced them.”
“You did. Still…” She bites her bottom lip and has all sorts of thoughts racing through my head.
“Oh, you’d like it if I wasn’t wearing any?”
“Maybe.”
“Well, you’re in luck. I may have a surprise wedding present for you later.”
Her gaze drops. “You didn’t. You aren’t.”
When her eyes come back to mine, I see they’re dilated, and I smile. “You’ll just have to wait for your wedding night to find out.”
Before she has a chance to check, because I wouldn’t put it past her to shove her hand down my pants to do that, I slip from her hold and head for the swings.
Oakley
“He wouldn’t.”
I stare at my husband’s ass and try to determine if he’s winding me up or not. I can’t tell. I’m not sure if his underwear shows through his pants normally or not.
In the two weeks we’ve been together, he’s gone without a number of times. Although in recent days he’s been more conscious of the little boy now living with us.
I’ve been the same. Not to mention we also share a house with Pa. Both those things have put a crimp in our sex life. Not much but enough that when we find ourselves alone and able to indulge, we tend to crash together.
Not that we weren’t doing that before…
Who am I kidding, we’re still fucking like crazy, just not as randomly as before. Now we have to time things or sneak off so we don’t get caught. The last thing we want is to get caught going at it.
I grin thinking about our first night here when Micky had a nightmare and screamed at the top of his lungs while Walker and I were in the middle of getting off.
How neither of us ended up with an injury that night is beyond me. We’d both been yanking on clothes as we’d raced down the hall to Micky’s room. Talk about thrown in the deep end of parenthood.
Speaking of being parents, watching Walker play with a smiling Micky brings tears to my eyes.
Man and child may have had a rocky start, but things quickly evened out. I’m crediting the poop pancakes for that.
“I love that smile.”
