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“If you think I’m gonna wait hours for people to eat, dance and shoot the shit before devouring every inch of your body, you must not know me.” Rhett rips his tux jacket and shirt off.
“But all those people came in for us,” I start to say but Rhett cuts me off.
“And we’ll see them all at the next gathering.” He twirls me away from him and starts to work on the zipper of my dress.
Helping me step out of the material, I stand in the middle of our living room in only my heels, and matching white lacy thong and bra.
“Gorgeous,” Rhett comments as he works on removing his belt.
“What if Ryder comes home?” I ask, finally coming to my senses. The last thing I want is to further scar our son with the image of seeing his parents naked.
“Stone and Crusher are taking him hunting for the weekend,” Rhett answers. “Now go wait on the bed.”
A thrill runs up my spine at his words. I turn and make a show of strutting out of the room and towards the hall that leads to our bedroom. When I look over my shoulder, I catch my husband checking me out with his hand on his dick over his black pants.
“Don’t take too long or I might fall asleep,” I say, dropping my voice in a sultry tone.
“Pretty girl, you’re not gonna sleep for a week,” Rhett’s deep voice says as he stalks towards me, his eyes predatory like I’m the prey he’s been scouting for his next meal.
On his next step I take off running for the room as he takes chase. I don’t even make it to the doorway before I’m scooped up into his strong arms. He carries me the rest of the way before depositing me on the big bed with a bounce. He loses the rest of his clothes in a flash and drops down on top of me after stripping me of the last few articles of clothing.
“I know this isn’t how you saw your life,” he says as he cups my face. “But I promise that you won’t go a day without knowing how much I love you and our family.”
I’m not sure if it’s the weight of the day or if my hormones are wacked out but a sob bursts out of my throat. I cup his face with my hands and bring him down close.
“That teenager’s dream wasn’t realistic or sustainable, Rhett. She thought everything had to be perfect and planned out.” I scratch at the scruff on his face. “My dream is wherever you, Ryder and this little one are. As long as I’ve got you, I don’t need anything else.”
“Good, cuz you’re stuck with me. Not even death can keep you from me now.”
MANY YEARS LATER
“Saturday parties aren’t like they used to be,” Brass says against the chain-link fence of the ballfield here on the property.
“No, they aren’t, brother,” I chuckle as the older boys take the field playing baseball while the little ones go up to bat.
Stone comes over and hands us each a beer.
“Just wait until you meet your woman then come talk to us about your weekends,” Stone says with a smirk.
“Brother, I’m in my forties. Ain’t no way I’m settling down now. If I was gonna do it, I’d have already strapped a bitch to me,” he says gulping down his drink. “Besides, I get to have all the experiences with y’all’s brood then send them home on a sugar high.”
“Choke up on the bat, River!” we hear Ronan yell from second base to his younger brother.
“Don’t help them,” Jett shouts at shortstop to his best friend.
Havoc sets up the tee again as my youngest son swings and misses by a mile. Remi and all the wives are spread out making sure the kids have water or snacks. Melissa has the little girls in the shade playing dolls by the playground.
“If you guys don’t stop breeding your women, we’re gonna have to build on to the clubhouse to make room for all the new members we’re gonna be adding to the chapter,” Brass chuckles as we hear the ping of the bat connecting with the ball.
River takes off in a mad dash to first base and his brother easily fields the ball but slowly comes up and tosses the ball to Rocky at first, letting his brother take the base.
“Come on, Ronan,” Zane, Havoc’s oldest, yells as he stands beside his younger brother, Crew, who occupies third base.
The little boys are jumping up and down on the bases bragging as the older one’s kick dirt.
“You hear from Ryder?” Stone asks as we sit back and watch the kids play.
“Yeah, he’s headed to San Antonio with the team. Remi and I are going down there for the weekend to watch him play,” I tell them.
