Page 21 of A Constant Christmas

He pulls up her name and hits the CALL button. Three rings in, Tess picks up.

“Shouldn’t you two be naked right now instead of calling me?”

“Been there. Done that,” Tyler quips.

“Gross,” she says.

I hear Lilah in the background say, “Who needs to be naked?”

“Uhhhh. The nudists,” Tess answers.

“What’s a nudist?”

“Someone who is naked.”

“But why are they naked?”

“Lilah, go see where Uncle Ace is. I think he’s hiding. Go find him!” She says in her best, most excited voice.

“Where’s he hiding?” Tyler asks.

“He’s not here. He ran to the store. But it will keep her looking for a few minutes.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Are they driving you insane yet?” I say loud enough for her to hear.

“Nah, they’re fine. We are having fun. I’m good with them, but man, Alexander is a natural. For Mr. Dark and Brooding, he turns into Mr. Teddy Bear for your girls.”

“Thanks again for doing this, Tess,” I say.

“Oh, you know you’re welcome. We love it. Now, go have some more naked time. We are fine!”

With that, she hangs up the phone.

“So, how insane do you think my sister is going right now?” Tyler asks.

“Oh, I’m sure the girls are putting them through the wringer, but your sister is far too stubborn to admit that.”

We both laugh and start imagining scenarios where the girls take Tess and Alexander by force, tying them up while they devour all the junk food in the house.

We laugh until we cry because knowing our girls, none of our scenarios seem that far-fetched.

As much as I love our kids, they are a handful on their best of days, let alone their worst. So as much as I may miss them, I’m going to enjoy the quiet peacefulness the rest of this week has to offer.

Chapter Sixteen

Tyler

The next few days are spent in our tropical paradise. We eat, sleep, laugh, talk, lounge, and fuck. We fuck a lot.

It’s almost like it was when we first got together. We just can’t get enough of one another. I think we are more all over each other now than we were even back then.

I take her any and everywhere. In our bed. On the couch. In the shower. On the floor. On our deck.

I’m surprised she can still walk with how rough I’ve been at times. I’ve learned over the years that as much as she loves the sweet making love, Sam’s favorite is when I take her hard and fast.

One morning, I wake up to her lips wrapped around my cock. She bobs up and down while working me with her hand, and when I explode in her mouth, I flip her over and give her the same oral pleasure.

As much sex as we have been having though, it’s been nice to just talk and laugh. Usually, when we are home, I’m talking about work, or she is talking about the kids. Rarely, do we just talk about random things. We have found ourselves talking about things happening in the world and having in-depth discussions without being interrupted by kids every five seconds.

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