Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“You’re going to get it. You know that, right? Not only by Johnny but also by Sebastian.” I nod to where my men are standing off to the side. Seb’s arms are crossed over his chest. He’s in a white dress shirt, the bow tie long gone, suspenders, and dress pants. It seems he’s also lost his shoes and socks. My boy. When he’s done with an outfit, he’s done with an outfit. At least he’s not stripped down to his boxer briefs. Yep, another addition. When Johnny went shopping, the girls told me they tried to pick up any type of boy’s underwear. Trent and Johnny gave them the lay of the land, and the girls giggled when they told me about it, while the men looked exasperated.
“They can stand in line. Momma Catherine looked like she could give me a dressing down with her keen eye alone. Has she taken you under her wing, too?” Jagger spins me around the dance floor, a crooked smile on his face and a playful look in his eyes.
“I think she’d have a line of her own. Johnny’s mom doesn’t share well,” I reply, thinking about all the times she’s pulled through for me, never judging, loving me like I’m one of her own even when I left her son. Although, she’d had some choice words for him herself.
“Probably right about that. You doing good, sweetheart?” He nods at Johnny. I turn my head over my shoulder, taking in the man who owns me, body, mind, and soul.
“I’m really good. We’re trying, you know,” I admit to Jagger, for the first time out loud. He’s more like a brother to me, and when his smile widens, I know he’s happy for us.
“We’re gonna be in for a world of trouble with pretty little Winnies running around.” He tsks.
“Me? What about Johnnies? Jesus, the girls are going to ring the phone off the hook. I already have Sebastian, who can melt the ladies’ hearts. I’m screwed, completely and totally screwed.” Jagger spins me around one more time. I see Momma Catherine. She’s looking around the room. Probably searching for eligible women for the bachelors in our group. From what Clay said, she’s constantly looking to find happiness for other people. When Jagger swooped in, I’d been talking to Momma Catherine about what she’s been up to lately. They’d been traveling more and more with the expansion of their family. Her sons and daughters-in-law have less of a need for her in picking up the kids from school and watching them, so they’ve ventured out more. She even started chatting about spending more time in Florida. I have an inkling it might have to do with the weather. The cold winters of Wyoming have done her in.
“It’s a good thing we’ve got a big family. I think our time has come to an end.” Jagger places a chaste kiss on my cheek. I hear a deep growl coming from over my shoulder. My husband is none too pleased. He acts like Jagger would ever cross a line, when in all actuality, Jag only likes to get a rise out of him to piss Johnny off. He goes further, dipping me in an exaggerated way then bringing me back. “Here’s your wife. The pleasure is all mine.” He hands me to Johnny and snags Sebastian up by the waist. “The big guy and I are heading to the dessert bar. You’re welcome in advance.”
“Me wants chocolate, lots and lots,” Seb says, lifting his arms up, fists pumping the air. His hair is a sweaty mess, and there are already remnants of some kind of food smeared on his cheek.
“What a minute. You have to pay the toll.” I push my cheek out toward him.
“Oh yeah.” He smacks a kiss on my cheek, hands going to my face, and I’m greeted with sticky everything—fingers, palms, and arms. Sebastian most definitely will need a second bath today, earlier because he went to the park before it was time to get ready, and after the wedding for obvious reasons.
“Love you, Seb.” I place a kiss on his cheek.
“Te amo, tía,” he replies with a goofy smile. Years from now, Johnny will have to explain what him speaking fluently in Spanish will do to girls. Good grief, I am not prepared.
“Be good for Uncle Jagger, sí?” Johnny tells him. He’s been adding new words here and there, seeing what all he remembers, and Sebastian is picking it up like it’s no big deal. Now, aiming into the toilet when going to the bathroom, that’s a completely different story.
“Sí, tío.” My heart melts a little more. Johnny wraps me in his body. His hand reaches for mine, bringing it to his chest and placing the palm on top of mine, holding it there. His other hand goes to my lower back. I’m wearing another one of what I like to call Johnny’s dresses. This one is backless, black, skimming mid-thigh, has a high neckline, and I’m once again without a bra. At least this time, I’m able to wear underwear. Which is a good thing because my husband in a suit has wetness coating my pussy. One would think after last night, I wouldn’t be turned on. Except when it comes to Johnny, I seem to be insatiable.