literally will be choking. And if I show up in dark jeans and a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to my elbows to show off my tattoos, no one will be surprised.
My brothers and I are so much alike, but we’re still uniquely individual. Branson’s the suit-and-tie guy, which makes sense for the CFO of Wellington Enterprises. Sure, since he married Ariana, the stick’s come out of his ass and he’s loosened up a bit—just not with the suits.
I’m the one more comfortable in cargo pants and Henleys. It’s probably in part to my nearly twenty-year career in the Army. Charlie likes me this way, so why change it?
Cohen, when not in scrubs or a white lab coat, continues to rock concert T’s and Vans, probably due to his wife’s rising career in music journalism.
We’ve been through so much shit together, and even though our family was divided for years, I love my brothers more than anything.
Warm hands wrap around my waist, and Charlie’s breasts press against my back.
Well, I love my brothers more than almost anything.
“Even though your mom insisted, I’m glad you ditched the tie.” She unbuttons another button, exposing a bit more of my chest. “There. My rugged man.”
She must see me roll my eyes in the mirror, because she takes a step back and swats my ass, and when I turn, her mischievous grin hits me like a shot in my groin.
“But you can always use your tie on me later,” she teases, shooting me saucy wink.
“We’ll make an appearance, drop the kids off at your dad’s, then come home all within in an hour.”
Charlie’s haughty laugh tells me it’s wishful thinking. “Trust me, that sounds like heaven. But your dad’s been looking forward to this for the past couple of months. I thought he was going to go insane waiting for your mom and his doctor to finally give the okay. Not to mention Grandma Kate.”
“Fine,” I growl. “When we get home, you’re mine.”
One corner of her lips turns up in a devilish grin. “Works for me. After all, Evelyn’s been a bit neglected the past few months. I think it might be time to give her some attention.”
My cock hardens at the mention of Evelyn, my ’67 Mustang. That’s an awesome car—and an even better place to fuck my wife.
“Sweetheart, you sayin’ those things, lookin’ like you do in that backless dress… You’re not makin’ it easy on me.”
She twirls around, showing off the way the dress hugs every curve of her incredible, toned body and how it showcases the delicate skin of her back.
“Think that’s the point, Rugged,” she offers, her voice husky.
My woman’s just as turned on as I am.
Every day with Charlie is better than the last. Sometimes I can’t believe it’s been over six years since she came into my life, berating me, cursing me out, and turning me the fuck on while she did it.
Six years since she brought me back to who I am. Made me a better man. Helped me find my place with my family again.
Six years since she took hold of my heart and never gave it back. Same with the rest of me.
I want her now more than I ever have, and my need for her increases tenfold by the day.
“Babe, you need to stop picturing me naked or we’re never getting out of this house.” Charlie grins at me-like that’s supposed to make me stop thinking about fucking her. “You’re still doing it!” she exclaims, placing her hands forcefully on her hips in mock anger.
“You look in the mirror today?”
A gorgeous pink blush heats her cheeks. “Well, yeah.”
“Then you know I can’t not do it.”
“You’re going to have to try.” She checks her watch. “We’ve got about ten minutes to get the kids dressed and in the car. I know you love quickies, baby, but five minutes isn’t enough for what I’m craving tonight. So be patient. Good things come to those who wait, you know.”
“Good things will definitely come tonight, sweetheart.”
“Oh my god. You and your one-track mind.”
She acts miffed, but the truth of it is she’s not surprised. It’s been this way since the first time she let me in. Pretty sure it’s never going to change.
“Are you sure about doing this tonight?” she asks, doing a complete one-eighty on the topic. If she wanted to deflate my erection, it’s an excellent way to do it.
I pause while clasping my watch, turning to her, my eyebrows furrowed. “Are you not?”
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