Page 16 of His Bet To Take
20 years later
I’ve had Mae all to myself and I have enjoyed taking her on every single fucking surface this house has to offer. Now, it’s about to come to an end because the kids are coming home for summer break, and it honestly has me in a mood.
I haven’t decided what kind of mood yet.
Who am I kidding? I feel like killing somebody. I need James to go find me someone who owes me money.
“You are insufferable to be around today.” Mae’s hands slip around my shoulders and down my chest as she walks up behind me. I’m sitting at the long dining room table, staring at the financials of the casino, and my other endeavors. “You’re in a mood.”
“I am not,” I grunt, slamming my laptop shut, then spin around in my seat so I can see my wife’s beautiful face.
Fuck. She’s gorgeous in her little sundress. The tiny straps on her shoulders are nearly invisible with how thin they are. I snatch her by the thick of her ass, grabbing each cheek, and setting her on my lap. Mae places her legs on the outside of my thighs, getting comfortable as she wraps her arms around my neck.
“You are, Ian. Admit it.” Her thumb swipes back and forth across my neck, the annoyance leaving my body the moment her hands are on me.
“I was.” I nod, confirming her suspicion, but now that I have her in my lap and my hands are traveling up this flimsy dress, I’m suddenly in a better mood. “You’re here now. My bad mood is forgotten.”
She playfully rolls her eyes at me. “Oh, that I believe, but I want to take a guess as to why you’re so crabby, Mr. Roulette.”
I lift her dress to her thighs, losing my ability to focus when I see the lacey white material of her panties peeking at me. “For every wrong guess, you have to take off a piece of clothing, Mrs. Roulette.”
She smiles, the corner of her eyes showing barely-there wrinkles from our twenty years together. Mae is even more stunning than she was twenty years ago. Our adventures together are starting to show on our skin, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We have raised four wonderful, pain in the ass children who have given me my fair share of scares and grey hair.
I never had the privilege of being afraid of anything before Mae and the family she has given me. I will never forget when Kingston, my oldest son, first learned to ride a bike and he crashed. He broke his arm in two places and scraped his knee. When I heard him cry in pain, I was terrified. I was ready to destroy anyone who got in my way of getting to him.
That was my first grey hair.
And then Quillon, the middle child, and my second son wrecked his car at seventeen. He totaled it. We got a call from the hospital and my heart fell to the floor thinking he had died.
Next, we have Orion, the third child, and my biggest headache. He’s the rebel of the four children. He is impulsive and spontaneous. I never know where he is or who he is with. He’s free-spirited but serious. So imagine my surprise when he came home at fifteen years old with a giant tattoo and his nose pierced.
Lastly, we have my perfect, sweet, angelic daughter Lennox. She can never do wrong and can get anything she wants from me because she has me pathetically wrapped around her finger. My heart still stops when I think about how she came home crying from her first date because he kept trying to kiss her when she didn’t want to.
I didn’t kill the boy, but I did scare him, and send him and his family off my fucking island. No one makes my daughter cry.
Even though I love them and have these memories, I’m still going to huff and puff about not being able to have my wife to myself. I have to share her.
I don’t fucking like doing that.
She’s such a wonderful mother though. After she gave birth to Lennox, I thought I had lost Mae. My mind whirled down a road of fear of living a life without her, living a life as a single parent of four. Mae nearly died giving birth to our daughter. The bleeding wouldn’t stop. The hemorrhaging was too severe and because of that, she had to have a hysterectomy.
I didn’t care. I only wanted her alive.
“Now you’re in a different mood. Where did you go?” Mae strokes my cheek, bringing me back to the present.
“I’m thinking about our life together.” I slide my hands up her back, her smooth skin a salvation I don’t deserve to touch. Gripping her by her waist, I pick her up, turn her around, and sit her on the dining room table.
I slip one finger under the delicate strap of her dress and slip it down her shoulder, revealing a small tan line. “I’m thinking about how fucking annoyed I am that I have to share you when our kids come home.”
“Ian. You have me all to yourself all the time.”
Sliding the other strap down her shoulder, I growl. “And that still isn’t enough.”
“You’ll be glad they are home.”
“I know that.” I drift my hand between her legs, sliding it up her thigh before cupping her pussy. “But now I have to be careful of where I take you and when. You won’t be able to scream my name so it echoes in this house. You have to be fucking quiet,” I snarl, pushing her panties to the side and tease her entrance.
She moans, tossing her head back.