Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“I’ll always be good to you.” She pulls her feet away and tries to shift over into my lap. I grab her before she busts her ass, repositioning her so she straddles me.
“Take me to bed, cowboy. I want orgasms and a nap. How every Sunday should be spent.” She doesn't have to ask me twice. I pick my wife up, carrying her to the bed. I make love to her until she passes out on my chest. I join her. I rest easy now with no fear of nightmares anymore. Now, I only have sweet dreams of her.
Epilogue
Many years later
“Did you tell the husbands where we are?” Bunny asks, taking a drink of her fancy-looking green martini. When she ordered it the bartender gave her a funny look but made it anyway.
“No. They track us so what’s the point?” I take a swig of my beer.
“Right. I always forget that.”
I don’t. My husband stalks me. I find it adorable and for some reason it turns me on when he pops up random places that I’m at. It’s more fun to pretend that I forget he does it.
“Not sure this place is going to last long. It’s dead in here.” We look around the empty bar. It is only seven, I guess. We stopped in the nearest small town to us, which is about fifteen minutes from home after we left the nail salon. Something we do every other Saturday. It’s important for us to have some girl time.
“Small town I guess. I kinda hope it makes it. They have a pool table.”
“You don’t play pool.” Neither do I.
“The husbands might. They can bring us out one night. We can get all dressed up and make a night of it.” I don’t point out that we could just go to the city. I hate going into the city unless we have to.
The hustle and bustle now seems overwhelming to me. I’ve gotten used to the quiet. It's peaceful. Well, as peaceful as it can be with three boys. How do I always end up with all the boys? I’m surrounded by them. I have been for my entire life. Not that I would change that for the world. I guess it’s a good thing that I grew up with so many brothers because it prepared me. My boys are everything to me. I hate that they’re growing up so fast.
“Looks like they have a dance floor too. I wonder what time the music starts.” Bunny chugs the remnants of her super fancy drink. She makes a face afterward and shakes her head. I’m guessing it’s not what she expected. “We should dance. I haven’t danced anywhere but in my studio for so long. It’ll be fun.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, there’s no music playing and no one else is dancing.” I point out the obvious even though dancing does sound fun. I always had fun dancing with Bunny. She taught me how.
“Jukebox.” She points across the room. I turn when I hear a group of people come walking in. “Come on.” She grabs my hand, pulling me out of the booth and across the dance floor. “Oh, I haven't heard this one in forever.” She punches a few buttons and Wild Thing pours from the speakers.
We hit the dance floor, not caring if we look like fools. All we care about is that we’re having fun. Bunny’s eyes go big a moment before an arm wraps around my waist. I smile, knowing exactly who is standing behind me. I sway my hips a little more.
“Don’t hit me,” Bow says into my ear. I turn in his arms and keep on dancing. One of his hands goes to my ass.
“You think I don’t know my husband's touch?” I pull him down to kiss me. He lifts me off my feet. I let out a small scream.
“How did you find me?” I hear Bunny say over the music. She already knows she’s just giving her man a hard time. Jameson is already pulling her out of the bar.
“You breaking up our girls’ night?” Bow of course doesn't put me down.
“I don’t remember your jeans being this tight when you left the house this afternoon,” he says, not answering my question.
“Bowen Davis, are you saying I got fat this afternoon?”
He stops walking. “I didn't-”
I burst into laughter. “Take me home,” I say through giggles. He puts me in the truck first, then walks around to the driver’s side.
“They were all looking at your ass.” He pulls out of the parking lot. Bunny and Jameson are already long gone in her SUV. Jameson must have ridden with Bow.
“No one was looking at my ass.” I roll my eyes. “Not that I’d blame them.”
Bow starts driving faster. I knew that would get him. It doesn't take us long to make it home. When I get out of the truck, my phone is ringing with Bunny’s ringtone.