Page 602 of The Winslow Brothers

“Yes.” She kisses me harder. “But good news is that I already made arrangements for them to have a sleepover at your mom and Howard’s house, so when you get back from Thatch’s tonight, we can definitely make the me riding your cock thing happen.”

Fuck, I love this woman.Maybe I need to make a charcoochie board of my own.

Jude

I lean against the kitchen counter, watching my five-year-old son Hawk and my three-year-old daughter Meadow cause absolute mayhem in the living room while my gorgeous wife Sophie pulls her famous cinnamon rolls out of the oven.

Hawk, completely naked, is using a wooden spoon as a sword, lunging around like a tiny, enthusiastic warrior, and Meadow, wearing one of Hawk’s capes, is perched on the back of the couch like a tiny, feral queen, munching on popcorn as she watches her brother’s performance.

It’s overstimulation at its finest, and still, I can’t seem to keep my eyes from wandering back to my wife’s ass.

I could be getting some clothes on Hawk or getting Meadow off the couch, but let’s be real—Hawk and Meadow both came into this world with zero shame, and it’s not changing anytime soon. This isn’t something new—this is a daily occurrence.

“Who wants a cinnamon roll?” Sophie calls out, and both of our kids come running into the kitchen, shouting in excitement at the top of their lungs.

“Me!” Hawk exclaims with his hands in the air. He’s still naked but with a pair of light-up sneakers on his feet now, andMeadow’s wild curls are bouncing around her face as her cape trails behind her.

“Cimanems!” she yells. “I wants too!”

Sophie is quicker to realize our son is sans clothes and do something about it, but let’s be real, she has the distinct unfair advantage of facing away from her fine-as-hell ass. I’m a mere mortal in my goddess’s presence. “Hawk, where are your clothes?”

He just shrugs. “Don’t know.”

She quirks an eyebrow at me. “You saw this, and you didn’t say anything?”

“He seemed happy, and so I chased my own happiness by admiring his mama.” I grin and take the plate of cinnamon rolls from her hands, fully preparing to pass them out to our adorable heathens. “And you know how it goes with that kid. He’s a wild man. Loves being naked. I only wish it were a genetic thing he got from you.”

Sophie snorts, but she also rolls her eyes and walks into the living room to find Hawk’s missing clothes. And while I get the cinnamon rolls on plates and cut Meadow’s up into bite-sized pieces, Sophie manages to get our little wild man to put on his underwear and T-shirt again before he sits down at the kitchen table and dives face first into his pastry.

“Do you hear that?” Sophie questions, coming to stand beside me at the kitchen counter.

I quirk a brow.

“Silence. Beautiful, glorious silence.”

I laugh and look over at where our kids are destroying their treat. “Though, I have a feeling after they down all that sugar, this glorious silence you speak of will be a distant memory.”

Sophie groans dramatically as she takes a sip from her coffee. “Oh, don’t ruin the moment, Jude. Let me just enjoy the peace and quiet.”

I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her close to my side. “Love you, Soph.” I kiss her forehead, and she grins up at me.

She presses a kiss to my lips. “And you’re going to love me even more after I tell you the good news…”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” She nods dramatically before leaning forward to whisper into my ear. “The kids are staying at your mom’s tonight.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.” Her smile grows. “So, when you get back from Thatch’s, we’ll have the whole house to ourselves.”

“Fuck, do I love the sound of that.” I pull her into my arms and press a smacking kiss to her lips while I discreetly squeeze her perfect ass in my hands. “And I already have some ideas in mind.”

“Oh yeah?” Sophie asks with a challenging quirk of her brow.

But before I can respond, a loud bang grabs my attention, and I look toward the kitchen table to find Hawk standing on top of it with whatever is left of his cinnamon roll held high in the air.“For glory!” he shouts victoriously, fist-pumping the air as he does.

“For glories!” Meadow cheers him on from her booster seat.

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