Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I smile at her and then look over at Abigail, who just smiles at me. “Did you sleep well?”
“I guess so.” I take off the baseball hat on my head, putting it on my knee before running my hands through my hair. As soon as I hear the ping for the seat belts, the whole plane basically springs to action.
I look over at Abigail, who holds the iPad as she hands it to me. “Thank you,” I say, grabbing the iPad and then the black bag to put it back in. I get up from my seat and stand, stretching before I feel Penelope next to me.
“Daddy, can we go to the beach today?” she asks, and all I can do is lean down and kiss her head.
“We better,” I reply, smiling at her and then looking over at Abigail standing up and trying to get her bag out of the overhead bin. I don’t even think about it before I’m leaning forward over her, her back to my front, as I reach over her to grab her bag. “I got it.” I look down at her as she looks up, and I suddenly realize how close I am to her.
“Um,” she stutters, “thanks.” She turns and quickly walks away from me. I swallow down the embarrassment of my cock being so hard. The minute I leaned over her and felt her ass on my cock, it was just like the switch was turned on, and my cock was ready for whatever was coming its way.
I place her bag in front of me, hiding my cock in case someone looks at me. God, this is going to be a long fucking week. My eyes are stuck to her ass as she walks in front of me, which makes my cock even harder if that was possible.
We slowly start to leave the plane. It’s so bright I have to close one eye when I step out onto the stainless steel. Abigail holds on to the railing with one hand and never lets go of Penelope’s hand.
As soon as I step foot on the tarmac, I look over and see three huge buses waiting for us. “Holy…” I say, putting my hand in front of my eyes to block the sun. “This is quite the production.”
I look over and see Dylan is next to me. “It might look like it’s madness, but it’s actually a well-oiled machine.”
My eyebrows pinch together, confused. “Trust me,” he reassures, putting his arm around my shoulders and trying not to laugh. “You are going to hear some yelling, and someone is going to swear at least five times.” I look over and see Matthew throwing up his hands in the air.
I also see most of the women are on one side, ushering the kids onto a bus and out of the sun. My eyes find Penelope, who is now holding hands with Emma and Parker. “Don’t worry, the kids get on one bus where there is food and snacks,” Dylan informs me.
The porters are in the back of the plane, grabbing the luggage as they load them onto a trolley and then drive it over to the buses. I make my way over to the bus I saw Penelope walk into. The door opens when I get close enough, and the air-conditioning hits me right away. I walk up the steps of the same bus we use when we are at away games. I scan the seats looking for Penelope and see her sitting with Parker.
Erika and Alex are sitting behind him, and of course, my eyes roam the rest of the bus looking for the other woman I always seek out, who sits in the row across from Penelope with Gabriella.
I sit in front of the bus, watching the madness outside. I grab the bottle of water from one of the trays beside me with the snacks, putting Abigail’s bag on my lap, being careful not to lose it.
Forty minutes later, we are pulling up to the hotel or, as I’m told, a private resort. When the bus stops, I get up, walk out of the bus, and make sure the kids don’t run off. A woman and a man are holding a clipboard each.
“Name?” the woman asks.
“Tristan and Penelope Weise,” I reply. She smiles at me and hands me an envelope with two key cards inside, suite number eight written on the front. “Thank you,” I say, nodding at her and then calling, “Penelope.” She turns over toward me. “Come on.” I motion with my head and she skips over to me.
“Your luggage will be delivered to your room within the next thirty minutes,” the woman says to me. “If you walk through the lobby and toward the back, you will find signs on how to get to your room.” I look around at everyone grabbing their own card.