Page 6 of The Legend
She eyedthe offensive meat carefully and then looked at Casten, “and you wonder why,when you were younger, I dressed you like a girl.”
“Realmature Casten,” Spencer added attempting to cause a war between my kids. Heknew how to play the game with them. Problem was that I could start a war withhis too. He just didn’t realize that I was behind the majority of their fights.
“Hey, I’mthirteen...or fourteen...orwhatever. I’m immature and too young to know the difference,” Casten repliedcutting into his steak and then purposefully chewing as loudly as he could toannoy Arie. “I don’t think maturity has kicked in yet. More than likely it’llcome in sometime after commonsense, which I seem to be lacking too. After all,”he paused and smiled, “I did paint a police horse.”
“Or it maynever,” Emma added speaking for the first time in this argument. Up until now,she and Aiden has remained quiet watching with smiles on their faces. Theyprobably had the worst kids out of all of us so I could only assume this was anightly occurrence for them. Emma continued to chew her food slowly gesturingto Spencer and me with her fork. “It never kicked in for Jameson and Spencer.So, it might not for you either.”
Though Iwasn’t entertained by Emma’s remarks, I had to laugh at how much our family waschanging. It’s strange to me how when something in your life begins, you thinkabout what it will be like twenty years later, at least I did. Now here I was,almost twenty years since Sway and I got together. It was similar to what Iimagined but paled in comparison to what it really was.
“I knowwhat I want to be when I grow up,” Casten announced out of nowhere carryingplates into the kitchen for Sway.
I wasn’tsure if it was a rhetorical question or not, but decided to reply when he stoodnext to me, “That’s great buddy. You’re only thirteen, way to have your lifefigured out.”
He rolledhis eyes. “I’m fourteen. How do you always forget my age?”
“Whatever,what do you want to be?”
“A lawyer,with the amount of times you’ve been arrested; my sister and her poor choicesin men and my uncles, I think it’d be beneficial to our family.”
“We have afamily lawyer and Tommy is not your uncle.”
“Might aswell be,” Casten shrugged scooping a few more plates in his hands. I could hearSway laughing in the kitchen at something Emma told her. It made me smile too,just hearing her soft laughter ring throughout our home.
“Allright,” my dad stood. “It’s been fun but I have things to do. Let’s go honey,”he said reaching for my mom’s hand. Mom looked up at him resting her hand inhis. They both exchanged a look of adoration and then looked at the rest of usstill gathered around the table fighting over the last piece of pie.
“You don’thave shit to do, Jimi,” Aiden laughed leaning back in his chair when Spencerstuck his hand in the pie claiming it as his own. No one wanted it after that.“What could you have to do? You’re retired.”
“Oh I havethings to do,” he slapped my mom on the ass as they moved toward the kitchenand then out the back door.
I leanedinto Sway with my shoulder, “speaking of things to do.”
I didn’thave to say much more than that and she was rushing through dishes and tellingthe kids to behave for the night.
Onceinside our new bedroom, I leaned back against the door. My head tipped to theside watching the clothes disappear. Soft green eyes watched me with a hunger Iknew well.
Slowly sheapproached and looked up at me with emerald eyes. “Let’s go over align boringagain. I think I may have forgotten the process.”
Thosewords seemed to be my breaking point and everything else slipped away besidesus. I cradled her face in my hands kissing her softly as she worked on my beltbuckle shaking my jeans down.
“Let’s getto the bed at least,” I chuckled when she wrapped her hands around my neck andthen her legs around my hips positioning for some machine work.
Shepressed more firmly against me, “No, let’s do this quick and dirty. I likequick and dirty.”
Oh wellhell, if that’s what she wanted, I would certainly provide for my wife.
Our kissessoon became needy and urgent. The two of us knew the dance very well from ourfirst time, eighteen-years ago, in that Charlotte hotel room.
Her tongueswept across my lower lip and I couldn’t fight the groan that escaped. Her backhit the door when I spun her around. She was getting it dirty if she wanted. Myhands fisted her white shirt. I balanced her against my thighs and the door andyanked it over her head tossing it aside.
“I thinkyou get hotter every day.”
Shelaughed. “I’m a sure thing. You don’t have to sweeten me.”
“Sweetenyou?” I laughed, “You’re sweet all right honey.”
“Shut up.Where are the dirty engine terms you promised?” her hands gripped my shoulderstugging at my t-shirt.
Once itwas removed, I slammed her back against the door. “Hold on tight then. Alignboring requires a specialized motion. A motion,” I swiveled my hips forward,and then paused my body shook as I tried not to move at the sensations, “...that can re-align long term mechanicalstress.”
