Page 27 of A Constant Christmas

She giggles. “I’m kidding. Of course, I will be nice. If he’s happy, I’m happy. Unless she’s a gold-digging troll. Then, I will knock that bitch out.”

“Baby, do you really think a gold-digger would go after John Flemming? A man who hasn’t bought a new truck in 25 years?”

“That’s exactly who they’d go for. Clearly, he isn’t spending any money. So, maybe he has it all buried in the backyard somewhere.”

“Are you Miss Conspiracy this morning, or what?”

“I’ve already had two cups of coffee, and I’m ready to start the day!” She says as she stands up and begins jumping on the bed.

“I want a divorce,” I mumble stuffing the pillow over my face.

“A divorce, huh?” She plops back down on her knees as she pulls the blankets off me.

In one quick motion, she pulls my pants down and fists my cock with both hands. Her mouth quickly replaces one of her hands as she runs the flat part of her tongue along the sensitive underside before using it to lick circles around the head. I’m hard in seconds.

“Holy shit,” I moan as I push her hair out of her eyes so I can see that gorgeous face. She bobs up and down with ease, taking me as far back as she can until she hits the back of her throat.

She pulls me out of her mouth with a loud pop and looks up at me. “Still want a divorce?”

“God, no. Please don’t stop,” I plead.

Thankfully, she doesn’t make me beg and goes back to giving my cock all the attention it craves. The woman sucks me as if her life depends on it, and I love it every single time.

She strokes me in concordance with her mouth, and when she reaches her other hand up to play with my balls, I’m done for. I clench my fingers in her hair, careful to still let her take me at her own pace. Within seconds, I’m spurting down her throat. She swallows it all with no problem as her big green eyes gaze up at me.

I am one lucky motherfucker.

When she is done, I flip her onto her back about ready to return the favor, but she stops me. “Hold up, Romeo. You can owe me one. There’s something I want to do before everyone comes over for lunch.”

With that, she springs off the bed to get ready for the day. And I follow closely behind. Refreshed and ready to start the day.

Chapter Nineteen

Sam

“Hey, Mom. It’s me.”

I kneel in front of the headstone that’s under the large Willow tree. We stopped on the way and picked up some flowers that I set in the vase my dad had put in. Tyler waits by the car to give me some space.

“I’m sorry it’s been so long since I came to see you. I guess life has just gotten in the way…again. I’m pretty sure that’s my excuse every time I come here,” I say with a slight chuckle. “Guess I need to get better about that, huh?”

Silence overtakes me for a moment as if I am waiting for her to answer. Once upon a time, my mother was a brave, fierce, amazing force of nature.

And then, she got sick. The voices in her head were telling her that we were the enemy. She had good days and bad, but towards the end, the bad far outnumbered the good.

At the end of the day though, she was still my mom. She was always there when I wanted to talk about boys or whatever else was going on in my shallow, teenage life. Despite being sick, she still loved us kids with every fiber in her being.

“Mama, I miss you. I miss you so much. I know maybe you weren’t always the leading expert on how to handle stress well, but man, I sure would love for you to be my sounding board right about now. More than anything, I wish I could call you and complain about how your grandkids were driving me insane. But then again, I know you’d just laugh and tell me to leave your babies alone.

“But you should see Dad. He’s the best grandpa in the world, and they adore him. I even named my son after him. But I guess if you’re looking down on us, you already knew that, huh?”

I sigh. “I feel like I’m doing this whole thing wrong. I have a husband who has given me the world on a silver platter. A man who would go to the ends of the Earth just to see me smile. And I barely give him the time of day.”

Thoughts of the last time I was here pop into my head. I remember kneeling in front of this same headstone telling my mama about how I had found a wonderful man, but I was living a lie to protect him. Even all these years later, I still feel like I’m not loving him as I should.

I talk a little while longer before I say my goodbyes and head back to the car. “Thanks for waiting,” I say to Tyler once I reach him.

“Of course. How was she?” He asks.

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