floor.
I jumped off the bed and kicked her clothes under the bed as I walked toward the door.
“Daddy!” Mary held up a pink unicorn in the air. The tips of her horns were covered in glitter. “Look what I got. Uncle Brad took us to Game Arcade. Don’t you love her?” She squeezed the unicorn against her chest so tightly that I swore the stuffing would burst from the seams.
“She’s cute,” I answered.
“Hey, Dad.” Sarah walked in, holding some pens and a journal in her hand.
“Hi. Is that what you won at Game Arcade?” My voice hitched up, as though someone had kicked me in the balls.
“Yeah. I killed it in Skee Ball.” She frowned at me, sensing something was up. “Were you working out or something?”
“N-no,” I stuttered, feeling my throat close up.
She tilted her head. “Oh, ’cause it looks like you’re about to work out.”
Of course it did. I was in boxer shorts and shirtless. “I’m about to take a shower.”
It wasn’t like the girls hadn’t seen me naked before. They were everywhere, playing with toys in my bathroom when I took a shower. Mary would walk in on me, taking a shit, wanting me to read her a book.
This happened to Mason and Brad too. We’d realized long ago that there was no privacy when we were raising girls.
“Where’s Becky?” Sarah asked.
I cricked my neck from side to side, trying to get the kinks out. My stomach tightened at her question because I hardly ever lied to the girls. There’d been no need to … until now.
I swallowed. “She must be in her room or … downstairs … maybe outside.” My voice was pinched, not even sounding like my normal self.
“Yay! I wanna show her my unicorn,” Mary said, hopping like a bunny on Easter morning.
Oh, great.
“Hey, girls.” Brad strolled in, his eyes panicked for a second before scouring the room. “I was looking for you guys.”
“Hey, Charles.” Mason walked in next, holding a pint of ice cream. “Girls, Janice has the cones ready downstairs.”
Well, damn. We had the whole darn family in the room now while Becky was underneath my bed, buck-ass naked.
I swallowed as every inch of me sweated profusely.
Mason’s eyebrows scrunched, and he sported a very disappointed gaze. “Did you just wake up? It’s practically three in the afternoon.”
I wanted to tell them Becky and I were tired from having nonstop sex last night and into the morning. That we had eaten breakfast, watched a reality TV show in bed, had sex again, eaten lunch, and repeated the process.
“I … I was about to take a shower,” I stuttered.
“Where’s Becky?” Mason asked, still clueless.
God help this man.
I gritted my teeth and shuffled from one foot to the other, running my hands through my hair.
“She might be in her room. Come on, Uncle Mason. Let’s look for her.” Mary took Mason’s hand. Sarah followed behind them.
As soon as they left, I released a heavy breath. Brad smirked, placing both hands on his hips. Why the hell is he still in my room, standing there, smiling like an idiot?
“Get out,” I snapped.
“Purple?”
I quirked an eyebrow. He tipped his chin toward my bed, and I turned to see what he was motioning toward—Becky’s bra.
“I didn’t know you were cross-dressing now.”
“Shut up,” I growled.
He turned around but not before saying, “Hey, Becky.”
I groaned. “You could have called before you came home.”
He threw me a look as though I’d said something stupid. “I did. Multiple times. But I figured you were preoccupied.”
Bastard had the audacity to full-on grin.
I glared at him. “Get out.”
He smirked. “You go shower. And if you need more showering time, we’ll be having ice cream outside by the pool. It’s nice out. I’ll be waiting for my Best Brother Award later.”
I didn’t have time to retort before he shut the door behind him.
I went on my knees and ducked under the bed. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Becky’s soft voice was shaky.
I assisted her out from under the bed, and when she stood, her hand trembled.
“Hey …” I pulled her into me, and my fingers threaded through her hair, bringing her head against my chest. “You’re shaking.” My arms fully wrapped around her lower back, pulling her in closer.
“That was a close call,” she said, her voice muffled against my chest.
“Yeah. Feels a little like we’re teenagers and I snuck you into my room.” I noted every inch of her body against mine, her soft breasts against my hard chest, her little patch of hair against my side. My