Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Our hands roamed, grabbed, slapped, dug in.
Our mouths crushed and sucked.
Our tongues circled and tasted.
“I need you inside of me,” Nyx whimpered, reaching for my hips, pulling me against her.
I surged inside of her then, and I swear it was like being home.
We fucked hard and fast, not even bothering to try to be quiet as we got to that edge, then crashed over and down together.
Nyx crying out.
Me cursing.
We collapsed together afterward, Nyx curling into me, her fingers absentmindedly stroking over the tattoo on the left side of my chest.
I’d gotten it on our honeymoon.
A woman in a black gown in front of a crescent moon.
Nyx, the goddess.
But with my girl’s face.
She had one for me, too. Placed low enough on her hip that it was pretty much on her ass. Where only I would ever be able to see and enjoy looking at it.
“I needed that,” she said, stretching her legs out, her back arching.
“Me too,” I agreed.
“Uh oh,” she said, grumbling as she sat up, looking around as she heard kids’ voices outside.
With that, we both knew our moment was done, so we got ourselves dressed and made our way downstairs to find Morgaine looking out the window.
“What are they up to?” Nyx asked.
“Well, it’s hard to tell, but I suspect that my kid is making your kids help her build some sort of… animal shelter,” Morgaine said. “Using all that crap they were going to make an obstacle course out of.”
Maybe other parents would have gone out to ask. To know every minute detail about what their kids were up to.
But all of us at the club were kind of okay with free-ranging our kids.
So long as no one was crying or bleeding, we tended to let them do their own thing.
It kept them occupied, tired them out, gave them confidence and independence.
“Oh, geez,” Morgaine said, gesturing toward a group of girls who were walking up, following behind a blond-haired kid that looked just like his father. “Seriously, but what is with that man’s genes?” Morgaine asked.
Just like his father, Sway’s son always seemed to find himself surrounded by girls.
We watched as Shy started barking orders at the new crowd of friends, making all of us shake our heads as the girls, and Sway’s son, got to work as well.
About an hour later, there was some sort of lean-to structure standing there, and one of the kids was piling a blanket one side while another kid was putting two dog bowls into it.
“Should we be worried that they are inviting the wildlife to move in?” Nyx asked.
“There’s been a trio of stray kittens around lately. We’ve been trying to catch them so we can find them some homes, but they don’t trust us yet. She’s probably trying to draw them closer,” Morgaine said, smiling softly at her gentle-hearted daughter.
Nyx and I both focused our attention on our sons getting into some sort of petty argument.
They were always so hot and cold like that. One minute, working together, the next biting each other’s head off.
“Better get out of there before a total brawl breaks out,” I said as the boys started shoving at each other, making some of the girls try to step in to stop them. Then Sway’s son tried to get between the girls and our sons to make sure no one got hurt.
By the time the two of us got out there, our sons had taken the fight to the ground, but no one was bleeding when we pulled them off the ground.
“What do we have to do to stop all the fighting?” Nyx asked, and I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me, herself, or the kids.
“I think they’d fight less if we had those dirt bikes we talked about,” Shy said, tone so damn innocent that you might not immediately suspect she was a little mastermind.
But one look at her little smirk told us she knew exactly what she was doing.
“How about… if you three can go two weeks without anyone fighting—arguing or hitting one another,” I clarified, “We can talk about those dirt bikes again.”
That’s right.
We weren’t above bribing our kids to get a little peace.
Later that night, we passed by the boys’ room to find Shy standing above them as they sat on the bed, waving out her arms, talking in serious tones.