“So? Please tell me everyone is okay and happy?”
I leaned back, my hand stroking her back softly as I gazed at her. “Well, Caleb said they were cunts for not telling him sooner, but baby, you ought to see them together. It’s fuckingmagical.”
She squealed again in excitement, and I smiled softly.
“Did you help calm him down?” she asked knowingly.
“I just reminded him you can’t help who you fall in love with,” I whispered as our lips met again.
It didn’t take long for the kiss to escalate, my hands slipping inside of her t-shirt to feel her bare skin, which was soft beneath my touch.
“This house is a fucking shagging wagon.” I heard a voice groan from the doorway as we whipped our heads around to see Caleb staring at us in despair. He was handsome.
“Seemsyouare the only one not getting any,” I smirked as Gretchen tutted at me.
“Variety is the spice of life, old man. I get plenty,” he declared, stretching as he yawned.
Old man?
“I feel sorry for you. You need someone to love. No better feeling in the world than fucking, but fucking someone you’re in love with is something else.”
“Jeez, Mom, did you not have many options?” Caleb winked as Gretchen rolled her eyes.
“Mouthy little shit. Fuck off before you see baby number five being made,” I growled, and he grimaced, making his way upstairs quickly.
“Cal,honestly,” Gretchen chided, pouting at me.
“What? Don’t you want another?” I teased as my eyes met hers.
“Absolutely not. I’m thinking we go away on a Caribbean cruise the minute Zane & Alice graduate.”
I groaned. “That’s fucking four years away. Why did we have kids?”
She arched an eyebrow at me in response. “Because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other,” she reminded me, trailing a finger down my chest as I kissed her again.
“Why are you speaking in the past tense, woman? Right, that’s it, get to the fucking bedroom now,” I rumbled, nibbling on her neck, picking her up bridal style.
“Dad, when’s Grandad back?” came a voice from the doorway. Zane eyed us suspiciously as I gingerly placed Gretchen down. He wasreallyinto acting, the talent having skipped a generation.
“A few weeks, I reckon. Why are you still up, dude?”
He shrugged, his green eyes mirroring my own.
“Been watching silent movies.”
He is a quirky little fucker. I’ll give him that.
“Bed. I’m off duty now, little man. So is your Ma.”
He nodded as he yawned, turning towards the stairs. Gretchen smiled lovingly at him as she turned to me.
“They’re so like you. Beautiful inside and out.”
I walked forward, closing the door as I eyed her hungrily.
“Mmm. No more talking, Mrs. Fallon. I need to be balls deep,” I grunted, pulling her towards me as she giggled.
“So fucking romantic,” she said dryly.
