“What about Kiks and Mum?”
She shrugs her shoulders and huffs. “No, they did theirs. I went to Lakeside with Harley and Jimmie. We went for pizza after. Mum said it was fine as long as I did the horse stable this morning.”
She steps away from me and pours milk into her coffee cup.
“Fair enough, but take your phone.” I tell her.
“Dad!” She rolls her eyes as she says my name. “You can see the stables from the back patio if you’re that worried.”
This is true. It had made sense to have them rebuilt reasonably close to the house. Georgia has kept a horse ever since we bought and renovated the place, and the girls have had ponies since they could walk. Kiki still rode with Georgia regularly, but Lu is starting to lose interest, preferring to spend her time at the shopping centre with her mates. I’d threatened to sell Bella, her horse, on more than one occasion, but Lu’s only response was to ask if she got to keep the money, seeing as the horse was a Christmas present and it was only fair!
Lu drinks her coffee while I make one for myself and Georgia, and then she heads upstairs to change.
I step back into the office and note that apart from kicking off the throw I put over her, my wife hasn’t moved. She’s not a big fan of mornings and she’s probably gonna have a hangover if she drank the contents of the two empty wine bottles sitting on her desk.
I park my arse on the floor next to where Georgia sleeps and sip my coffee. We have more bedrooms than the Hilton in this house and my wife chooses to sleep on her office floor.
I watch her sleep for a few more minutes. Her T-shirt has risen, and I fight the urge to run my fingers along the strip of skin showing at the small of her back.
I lose the battle, and very gently trace a line along the top of her barely-there shorts with my fingertips. She has the best arse and legs and the most amazing tits. My dick’s hard again, and I close my eyes, debating whether or not I should just slip myself right inside her and fuck her and the consequences.
I open my eyes and she’s looking right at me. She blinks, once, twice, and then a smile lights up her face and my entire existence. I love the fuck outta this woman.
“You’re home,” she states, still smiling as she speaks, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I know that look and exactly what it means, I can’t help but smile back at her.
“I couldn’t keep away.”
“I missed you.”
“I know.”
“I’m so fucking horny,” she tells me, whilst moving to straddle my lap.
“I know.”
“How?”
“Kitten, I’m your husband, it’s my job to know what my wife wants, and besides, I need to be inside you right fucking now.”
I tap her arse cheek. “Get these shorts off.” She stands, whips them off, and lowers herself back down onto my lap, as she does, I release my dick from where Mr Klein has been smothering him and slide right inside her.
“Fuck, T,” she groans, whilst wrapping her arms around my neck. I slide my fingers into her hair and pull her face towards me. She resists.
“Morning breath.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Kiss me.”
She does.
My dick throbs, my heart soars, and all is right in the world.
I slide my hands over her skin, up under her T-shirt, and brush my thumbs over her nipples, all while moving my hips underneath her.
“Fuck, Kitten, I’ve missed you.”
Before she gets the chance to reply, the office door flies open.
“Dad, have you seen— What the fuck? Oh my god!” Tallulah shrieks.
“Shit!” Georgia shouts.
“Lu, language!” I shout.
There are a few seconds of silence as Lu just stands in the doorway and casts her gaze around the room. Georgia buries her face in my chest, and I wrap my arms protectively around her. Luckily, the T-shirt she’s wearing is long and covers everything important. Just as I think Lu is going to step out of the room, the door is pushed further open and our two dogs, Rooney and Becks, come bounding in, closely followed by George.
Georgia screams, and I jump as Rooney sticks his nose right where I imagine her arse crack must be.
“Oh god,” Georgia groans, trying to bury herself further into my chest.
“Get the fucking dog’s outta here!” I shout.
“Rooney, Becks—” George’s mouth snaps closed, and he stares for a few seconds, taking in Georgia’s shorts lying on the floor and the fact that she’s straddling my lap. “Oh my god, are you two actually having sex?” he chokes out.
“This is so gross. Who does that?” Lu is still shrieking.
Rooney barks, and Becks tries to squeeze his way between Georgia and me so he can sit in her lap.
“Get out. Get the fuck out,” I bellow. “And take the dogs with you.”
Lu turns to step out just as a bleary eyed Kiki appears.
“What’s going on?” she asks through a yawn.
“Don’t go in there, Kiks. Mum and Dad are having sex,” Lu warns her.