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“Mama! Mama!” Will runs my way. I hold out my arms and let him leap into my lap. “Papa said when we get home I can have a popsicle if I stop licking balls.”
Oh, the jokes I want to sayas Beau jogs up behind him because he smirks at what our son just said.
It’s still so sexy how Beau’s blue eyes can read a dozen puns on the tip of my tongue without me saying them.
“Alright,” I tell Will, kissing his sweaty, flushed cheeks. “Go play on the slides until it’s time to leave. We have an hour before your brother’s game starts.”
Forrest, Colt’s son, plays football for Clemson University. He’s their star tight end.
You see, Colt can’t be mad Forrest isn’t playing for Auburn or Alabama because Clemson is so close to us in Charleston; we see Forrest all the time. The kids worship their big brother.
And Reese? We’ll never be close friends again, but Beau and I have found the forgiveness Colt has.
Our lives are too blessed to be bitter.
“Damn, that kid,” Beau huffs with a smile, plopping back in his chair beside me. “I don’t care how it looks. We’re leashing him when we go to Disney next time. That cute fucker is fast, and I’m almost forty.”
Actually, Beau’s gotten hotter with age. So has Colt. They were just on the June cover of Sports Illustrated, celebrating Pride month and their wedding anniversary as the first married couple in the NFL.
And yes, I sent the kids to Ruby’s for a playdate the afternoon of their cover shoot.
Because when Beau and Colt came home, I put on my bridal lingerie from our honeymoon and made them put on their tuxes from the cover shoot.
No, their tuxes weren’t rentals, and yes, we ruined them. Because vanilla cake icing mixed with blue body paint and cum, stains fine wool.
Can I get points for that pun?
Sipping coffees, our gaze bounces from Will, whizzing down the sliding board feet away, to Colt, tossing the ball with Azora while Val sucks her fingers on her Dad’s chest.
“Look at her,” Beau admires our daughter as he reaches for my hand. “Our girl has a golden arm.”
Azora is the football player Beau said we’d have. And Val? Obviously, it’s too soon to say, but she sure does love story time. Will is the wild card. Is taste-tester a job? We’ll see where life takes him.
We soak in our dreamy, chaotic life, his warm thumb gently brushing over mine, before his phone in the side pocket of the chair pings with a text.
“You better check it,” I tell him. “It’s probably about the house.”
We’re remodeling a beach home on the Isle of Palms. Once we became so close to Zar and Nick, we bought a house near them. I didn’t want a place in Key West. We don’t want to leave the Lowcountry. Luca and Scarlett are only a few doors down, too, and Vale’s nearby on Johns Island. So is Ruby. All of our family and friends are close.
“It’s Ruby.” Beau smirks, reading his screen.
“What?” I ask because he looks guilty AF. “What’s so funny?”
“She’s trying to plan our Halloween costumes with The Six,” he says. “And she doesn’t want me to tell you. Like I can lie to my wife. But she and Eily Van de May really want you to be one of the kinky treats this year.”
“The little cunt candies,” I huff, shoving down my grin. “Go ahead. Play along. Y’all plan something, and I’ll act dumb about it.”
Dumb?
No.
The trick is on Beau. And on Colt, too.
Ruby, Eily, and I are going for the long prank. Of course, Zar and Nick are in on it, too.
The Six are Eily and Silas Van de May and their polycule. They host fun, family-friendly parties every month. I love our community of dozens now.
But it’s their adults-only events when we get shameless. Like every year, for their Halloween bash, when we plan elaborate taboo tricks and very kinky treats. It takes plans, plays, and practice.
