Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Once winter came, it became impractical, so I allowed her to wear yoga pants or pajama bottoms–something I could take off easily.
I loved watching her body change when she was pregnant with Nate, a year older than Thomas, and once he was born, I was happy to knock her up again almost immediately.
I just cannot keep my hands off her.
She’s the perfect woman. Gorgeous, sexy, fierce, capable, and a wonderful mother. I’m a happily involved father, but I know that when I’m busy with work, my kids are in the best hands they could be.
“Daddy!” Nate cries out, rushing over to me when he sees me standing at the garage door. He raises his arms and leaps up at me, knowing I’ll catch him, like I always do.
I scoop him up and nuzzle my nose against his little chubby cheek, causing him to squeal with delight. “How you doing, son? Being a good boy for your momma?”
He nods happily. “I’m helping!”
“Helping?” I chuckle, glancing over at Ivy, who’s already smiling. “How are you doing that?”
Ivy lifts a small tin of nuts and screws. “He’s been collecting runaways for me. Making sure Momma doesn’t drop something and forget about it.”
“Oh, that’s good.” I nod, impressed, giving my boy the thumbs up. He giggles, warming my heart. “Because I thought he might have been getting up to mischief”!
I tickle him in the side, right in the spot that I know always gets him, causing him to break out in laughter. His little brother, saddled on Ivy’s hip, bubbles something unintelligible but reaches for me with drool-covered fingers.
I take him into my arms and give him a kiss on the forehead. He lets his head fall onto my shoulder, clearly ready for his afternoon nap.
“You ready to get outta here?” I ask her quietly. She wipes her hands on a rag, giving me a questioning look.
“Already? It’s not even dinner time.”
“We started early today,” I reply, bouncing my sons in my arms. “The boys could use a nap, and I could use a little…” I drag my eyes up my wife’s sexy body, making no mystery of what my intent is.
She smiles happily, setting her wrench aside, and walks over to me, taking Thomas from my arms. “I see what you’re saying,” she replies, giving me a knowing look with eyes that drill straight into my soul.
I close up the shop while Ivy gets the boys into the car, and we hold hands for the short drive home. The house is much better now that I’ve spent the last several years working on it. You’d hardly recognize it from the barren shack it used to be. We even managed to put an addition on after the bike-building business took off.
Thomas is totally passed out when we step through the front door, and I head right upstairs to the nursery and put him down. Ivy takes Nate to his room so he can read, which I know means he’ll also be asleep within ten minutes, maybe less.
I’m already in our bedroom when she enters, looking like the goddess of motorcycles. She’s wearing her work overalls, a tattered flannel, and has grease streaks all over her face–not to mention her hair is a mess, tied up in a bun that’s about to fall apart–but she couldn’t be any sexier to me.
“We shouldn’t have closed up,” she says as she unhooks one of her overall straps. “Matt’s gonna want his bike by next week and–”
“Come here,” I interrupt her, patting the bed beside me. “Don’t think about all that right now. Just come here.”
Ivy twists her lips adorably, unhooks her second strap, and lets her overalls drop to the floor, revealing her slim, flawless, milky-white legs. My mouth is already watering as a surge of blood pumps to my cock.
She really is perfect.
Her flannel hangs just above her panty line. She chose light blue today, laced, a simple thin little triangle concealing her slit. Normally, we ravish each other senseless every morning, but today our routine was thrown off when I was called into the shop early to deal with a hydraulic issue with one of the lifts.
To say I’m horny for my wife now would be an understatement.
“Come here,” I growl, tugging down my fly. Ivy smiles sassily at me and pops the top button on her shirt.
“Why?” she teases. “You want something?”
My eyes narrow, and my lips part. “You know what I want, baby.”
“Yeah? What is that, Daddy?”
I can’t hold back any longer. I reach out, snatch her by the wrist, and pull her onto the bed, spinning so she lands beneath me. She gasps, looking up at me with fire in her eyes.
“You,” I tell her, reaching a hand between her thighs. “And this.”
Her mouth opens, and her back arches as I apply pressure, feeling the wet spot already soaking through her panties. She’s just as turned on as I am, but that’s no surprise. Ivy and I go at each other like a couple of college kids in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. And I don’t see that changing anytime soon.