With All My Heart - Emilia Finn Page 0,50
you can call after seven at night. I’ll take your call, I promise.” I look up and meet his eyes. “We’ll hang out. Have a beer. Break down a motor.”
His smile twitches. “Just like old times.”
I nod. “Just like old times.”
When I finish writing and put the cap back on the pen, he digs his work-stained hand into his pocket and scans the waiting room. “I have to go. My kids need their beds. They need to rest.” His eyes stop on my boys. “You guys all good? Everyone’s healthy?”
“Yeah, we’re all good. My middle son broke my youngest son’s arm. He’s getting patched up now.”
He laughs softly and reaches around to pick up his toddler son. “A broken arm. Happens to the best of ‘em.”
“True. It’s a rite of passage when you have a household of fighters.”
He nods. “Alright. I’ll catch you later, Bry.”
“Hey, call me. It’s been too long.”
He nods and leads his shy little girl away. “Will do.”
When the automatic doors whir open and he escapes into the midnight dark, it occurs to me I didn’t ask why they were here. If they were healthy and okay. But another whirring door at my back makes me spin and smile at my wife’s long legs in mini denim shorts. Then my son as he wears a fresh cast and a goofy grin. He raises his arms above his head like he’s holding a giant trophy. “I’m alive!”
I think he’s stoned, too.
Chapter 15
Bryan
Reilly didn’t call me that week. He didn’t even call me that month. But with my family in my home and my wife dancing around my kitchen, I didn’t put too much thought into it.
I gave him my number.
He didn’t give me his.
So if he wants to hang out, he can reach out.
In the meantime… “Bryan!” Nelly slaps my hand away and flitters from my groping hands. “I’m cooking dinner. Stop it.”
“The kids are fine. They don’t need to eat anyway.”
“They’re not fine!” She slaps my hand again, but she’s only playing. We’ve fucked in the kitchen before. She just wants me to work for it. “The boys are in the yard. They could walk in at any moment.”
“Just one thrust, Bert. Just the tip.”
She bursts into piggy snorts and flees my hands. Turning on me with a wooden spoon as her only protection, she shakes her head. “No. Let me cook this dinner. Then after, tonight, you have permission to use your mouth.”
“Oh, well…” Laughing, I step forward and pin her between the cabinets and my groin. I press my hardened dick against her stomach and lean in to nibble on her neck when she drops her face to my chest. “You give me permission to use my mouth.” I bite the sensitive flesh and groan when my dick jumps in my jeans. “I’ll use my mouth, Bert.” I run my tongue along her neck. “I’ll fuck you with my tongue. Does that sound nice?”
Whimpering and tossing her wooden spoon aside, the hands she was using to push me away only a moment ago now clutch at my back and pull me closer. “Uh-huh.”
“You want me to turn you around, bend you over the bed, and use my tongue until I make you scream? I’ll make it so your voice doesn’t work tomorrow.”
Fuck this ‘later’ bullshit. I’m getting mine now.
Peeking out the kitchen window and finding my three boys playing in the yard, then little Izzy sitting on the stoop with her head on her knees and her eyes pointed at the fence, I come back to my wife and pick her up.
“We have two minutes, babe. Two minutes to make you cry. You ready?”
“No!” Yes. She’s saying yes. “We can’t.”
“Yes, we can.”
“Bry.” The breath explodes from her lungs when I slide my finger between her legs and inside her hot pussy. “Bry…” Her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Not in the kitchen.”
“Okay.” One last peek out the window, Aiden and Bobby are grappling, and Jimmy now sits beside Izzy.
I pick Nelly up and swallow her sexy squeal, and running to the bedroom, I stand her on her feet at the end of the bed and yank her pants down. “Hold onto the bed, Bert. Hold on tight.” She whimpers and spreads her legs wide. Bending my legs to get lower, I unsnap my belt and tear the zipper down, but when she whimpers and pushes back against my groin, I instead drop to my knees, bury my fingers in her pussy, and