Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Tammy sighs. “Saxon, are you going to let your daughter put another hole in our drywall?”
I shrug playfully, taking a sip of my coffee. “She gets it from you, baby.”
Tammy narrows her eyes, shooting me a semi-playful but also scolding glance. We bought this house six months after I proposed and moved in immediately. A gorgeous old farmhouse on the outskirts of town. One hell of an upgrade from either of the tiny apartments we were renting before.
Tammy turns back to her plate as Ryder continues to leap on her like a wild animal. I’ll get up in a second and stop Lily from damaging our home, but for the moment, I have to just sit and watch them all.
Watch the chaos, the noise, and the absolute beauty of the life we’ve built together. Nothing warms my heart more than knowing I’m a husband. A father. A provider.
It’s hard to believe it’s been five years since I put that ring on her finger. Since I gave her my name, my life, my very soul. And every single day when I wake up with her in my bed, gorgeous and angelic, I know I’m the luckiest bastard alive. Sometimes I can barely believe she’s mine.
Tammy catches me staring at her, eyeing the plump curve of her ass beneath the soft fabric of her shirt. Her lips part slightly, and my blood instantly goes hot like the pistons of my bike. Even after all these years together, I still react the same way when I see her. I may be thirty-five, but when I’m around her, I’m like a horny teenager.
“Hey, Ryder,” I say firmly. “Take your sister and go play in the living room.”
Tammy’s eyes flash, and she shoots me a questioning look. Ryder twists his lips in annoyance, and Lily lets out a dramatic sigh. “But Daaaaaaaaaaaad,” she whines, stomping her tiny heels against the floor. “I’m crashing my motorcycle!”
I give her a look, reminding her that I’m her father. “You can crash your motorcycle in the other room, darling. And try crashing it into another motorcycle, and not the wall. Okay?”
She nods as Ryder takes her hand and leads her out of the kitchen. The second they’re gone, Tammy plants a palm on the counter and shifts her hips, doing her best imitation of a scolding glare. “You can’t just kick the kids out whenever you wanna get all primal caveman on me.”
I stand, dragging my eyes up her beautiful body. “Yeah? Says who?”
“Says me,” she counters, raising her chin, doing her best to be defiant while a smile creeps over her lips.
I cross the room in three quick strides and place both of my hands on either side of her, pressing my body against hers and pinning her up against the cabinets. “And I’m just supposed to listen to you?” I tease, my voice filled with heat and desire.
She takes a deep breath, her fingers tracing the lines of my chest. “Saxon, the kids–”
“I know.” I smirk, slipping a hand up her shirt to cup her perfect breast. “I know I can’t have the whole meal right now, baby. But you were standing there, looking so appetizing that you’ve got my mouth watering, and I just needed a taste.”
Tammy smiles, leaning her head against my shoulder. “Since when did you become such a poet?” she whispers.
“Since always,” I joke back. “I just never revealed it to you.”
“Always learning new things,” she breathes softly as I trace her soft back with my fingers.
“Can you believe it’s been five years?” I ask, filling my lungs with her scent. “Five years and I want you more and more each day.”
The sound of something crashing in the living room interrupts our moment. We both laugh and sigh in unison. Tammy raises her eyes to mine. “Go check on our little hooligans, would you, Daddy?”
I nod and press my lips against hers. I swear to God I could stay alive from her kisses alone.
“Of course, baby.” I smile. “And remember, you and I aren’t finished. I’m going to punish you later.”
As I step away, Tammy feigns a gasp and puts a hand over her mouth. “Punish me?” She giggles. “Punish me for what?”
“For what?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “For being so goddamn sexy of course.”
That night, when the kids are finally asleep in their room, Tammy and I curl up in bed, her head resting on my chest as her fingers trace the lines of my abs.
“You’re so good,” she whispers.
“Good?” I ask. “At what?”
She laughs softly. “Everything? Being a father. Being a husband. Who would have thought the leader of the Heartless Bastards would end up being the most passionate, tender, sensitive man–”
“Hey now,” I interrupt, pulling my wife on top of me. “Tender? Sensitive? Don’t let anybody hear you talk like that. I’ve got a reputation to protect.”