Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
By now, I’m used to their level of affection, or I should be. Doesn’t help that my sister and her new husband Chance are just as bad about the PDA. What’s worse, is she just announced to the family last week they are expecting their first kid.
I draw the coffee mug to my lips, leaning back against the counter while they swap spit like a couple high schoolers in the back seat of a Buick and for a second, I allow myself to be swept away into a fantasy of the gorgeous blonde, wondering what she would look like swollen and bred with my seed…
Fuck. Stop. They’re indoctrinating you.
“Anyway.” Natalie leans into Tor’s chest when he finally takes his tongue out of her mouth. He’s looking at her like she just descended from heaven itself, and a spike of jealousy pokes in my gut at what I see in my brother’s eyes. She smiles, cocking her head, her soft brown waves falling over her cheek. “You’re early and you have a shiner. Must have been quite a night. Being single is so exciting.”
I nod. “It’s a fucking Mardi Gras.”
She lets out this little gasp, then grits her teeth in a broad smile. “It was over a girl, wasn’t it?” She crinkles her nose on a hopeful shrug looking up at Tor.
I grunt in response clearing my throat trying to answer without making things worse. “What’s with you two? You have telekinesis?”
“I think you mean telepathy.” Natalie bobs her eyebrows and grabs Tor’s chin. “We have many things between us.” She licks her lips and Tor reaches down and takes a handful of her barely-covered ass.
“Please. Your kids can see you.”
“They see plenty.” Tor kisses Natalie on the top of the head, then smacks her behind as he whispering in her ear. “Dickhead here may have figured out what it’s like when you get your first look at the one.”
“Reeeeeeally?” Natalie’s voice sparkles with renewed hope.
“Don’t.” I jab my index finger toward Tor then Natalie. “Some girl I saw for a few seconds. It’s nothing. And do not tell mom or gran. Or Sophia. Those three will be on me like the fucking CIA.”
“I make no promises.” Natalie throws her hands up fluttering her eyelashes and turns toward the refrigerator. “I’ll get started on the pancakes. Can you guys go out and watch the kids? Megan is sleeping in the cabana, but Tabitha and Chase are sitting at the patio table waiting to get back in the water.”
We both nod and head out into the early morning sun. I slip my sunglasses back on and look at my watch for the third time since I walked in the house.
“You got somewhere to be?” Tor asks as we get to the pool gate and both the kids jump up as Tor motions that they can get back in the shallow end of the pool.
“Yeah, that’s the other shit part of the evening. Took a bet from fucking Niko on my last hand. His brat daughter is in some charity softball deal today and he wanted to make sure her team won. So, he threw in a hundred grand, and all I had to do was agree to play on her team if I lost. My head was fucked and he took me with a full house to my two pair. I gotta be there by ten.”
“Your athletic legacy lives on.”
“Unfortunately. Couldn’t stand for his little princess’s team to lose, so fuck me. I’m going to be up to my balls in brats.”
“Hi, Uncle Cyrus!” Chase shouts and dives into the water holding his nose before I can wave back.
Tabitha comes running my way as Tor walks through the door of the cabana to check on the baby.
“Hi, Wncle Cyrus.” She wipes a drop of water from her forehead, her bright eyes wide as she stands in front of me with her little toddler tummy and chipped pink and green nail polish on her toes.
I crouch down, looking over my shoulder to make sure Tor isn’t within earshot, then say, “Good morning, your highness.”
I bow my head and do this little loop de loop thing with my hand toward her little Buddha belly, as she plants her fists on her hips.
“You are m’nvited to my tea party w’ater. All my w’adies in waiting will be there.” She’s so fucking cute with her little lisp.
“I’m honored, Princess, but this humble servant has another battle to wage away from the castle today. I will gladly accept your invitation another time.”
She giggles and holds my cheeks in her tiny damp hands. “You are swilly, Wncle Cyrus.”
“As silly as you are beautiful, my lady.” I give her nose a quick pinch, then stand, slipping back into my mask of indifference. Tor emerges from the cabana as Tabitha toddles off and jumps off the edge into the shallow end of the pool.