Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“Kat let go.” I grabbed the base of my dick and tried to tug it out of her, she pushed her ass back and squeezed her legs tight, locking me in. Of course my dick started hardening again.
Swear to fuck if it was anyone else, if I’d been unlucky enough to get hitched to anyone but my baby, my dick wouldn’t still be in such good form.
She just fucking does it for me. Maybe that’s why I let her get away with everything. Like now. I know her ass isn’t supposed to overdo it, she knows it too, but she wants to fuck. So we fuck.
When she’d had her quota of dick her selfish ass sighed loud and fell right the fuck asleep. I just looked over at her and shook my head. This fucking girl.
Chapter 3
In the morning it was daddy’s turn to corral the herd and get them situated for the day. I had Cody on my hip while I prepared breakfast.
These fucks don’t know what dry cereal looks like, except during summer vacation, ain’t that a bitch. Their mother and grandmothers spoil their asses and what they don’t do, the grandfathers pick up the slack.
I got the bacon from the oven and scrambled a couple dozen eggs. The noise level was off the charts because…Mengele. She was arguing with her brothers that our night out was better than theirs.
I guess I should be happy that my kids don’t have anything more serious to argue about. Their mother waddled in just when they were finishing up and I had to feed her miserable ass.
Of course she didn’t want anything I made and it took damn near half an hour to figure out what she wanted. I got her the fruit she said she wanted and sat with her while her kids tried to tear my fucking
house apart with their shit.
“What you got doing today?” I sipped my coffee and bounced my kid on my knee while he ate half his mother’s fruit and laughed, drooling all over himself.
“I have a few things to pick up in town.” She rubbed her lower back and I knew my day was fucked. “Why don’t I take care of that for you?”
“Oh could you, that’ll be great. I just wanna lay down and put my feet up.” Like that wasn’t her plan all along.
I made sure the kids weren’t getting into shit and headed out half an hour later after warning them not to bother their mother.
I only took Cody with me because I don’t want Caitiebear thinking she always has to babysit. The twins and Caleb can take care of themselves and I have to worry more about Mengele fucking somebody’s shit up than about her getting hurt.
I got what she needed and headed back to the house already tired just thinking about whatever the fuck it is that my kids were going to be getting
into today.
I put her shit away and headed upstairs to put Cody down for his nap before heading for our room where she said she was going to be.
As I got closer I could hear crying coming from the tube through the door so I was sure she was in there tucked up with a box of Kleenex and a pint of ice cream. Fucking hormones!
I opened the door and sure enough her eyes were glued to the screen, nose red and runny and eyes swollen. She does this to herself just for fucking kicks.
“Kat swear to fuck, what are you watching? What died? Cat, dog, human what?”
“Somebody that shouldn’t have.” She hiccupped through fresh tears.
I walked over and grabbed the remote from the nightstand and turned the shit off.
“Why don’t you write the fuck who wrote it and tell him to fix his shit?” She’s a damn screen writer now.
“Colton turn that back on.” Like fuck! When her ass gets weepy that usually means trouble for yours truly. Not to-fucking-day. Can I get some peace in this bitch?
“If I see one more tear you’re not watching TV for a month.” My bitch ass turned it back on because…pussy whipped going on seventeen fucking years.
“I’m not Catalina or Caitlin or one of the boys for that matter. And if you’re practicing for when the trips get here I should warn you. By the time they get here that kind of threat might be old school.”
She’s trying to make me nuts. “Kat, serious talk, no joke. Don’t you ever think about making a run for it? Just packing up one day just you and me and hoofing it to the border?”
I said that shit to get her mind off of whatever the hell was making her cry on the stupid TV. She howled with laughter like I knew she would and the knots in my gut untangled themselves.