Page 104 of Recklessly You
I’m indebted to this woman who loved me broken and bruised and took a chance on loving me.
“She forgot,” Diego whines.
I love my little sidekicks.
“Are you guys having fun playing with your cousins?” I ask.
Angelica wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. “Loco chase me,” she says, growling.
I throw my head back in laughter. When she was younger, she couldn’t say Luca, so she started calling him Loco, and it stuck. My kids speak Spanish. I make sure to talk to them in Spanish. My mom speaks to them in Spanish, and Sophie is learning. She’s picked up on dirty words—they sound hot coming from her mouth, especially with her accent.
“We play cops,” Diego says with a yawn.
“Cops and robbers?” I ask.
“Yes,” Diego clarifies. Their little heads jolt when Sophie walks out. I give her a disapproving look as I turn around. I’m mad at her.
She kisses the kids on the tips of their noses and then does the same to me.
“Nice to see you, wife. You’ve been neglecting us,” I huff, turning away from her. I stare at the sunset and the ocean waves crashing in the distance.
She bursts into a fit of laughter. I don’t see anything funny about it. I want her in our bed so I can do sinful things to her. I’ve been so damn horny, and she’s neglected me.
“Not funny,” I say, still looking at the crashing waves.
“Not funny,” Diego says.
Angelica joins in as my side-kick, “Not funny, Mamá.”
“Oh, I see my little monsters have turned on me.” She gives the kids kisses on their cheeks. “So dramatic, Liam. My possessive, jealous husband.”
“I have needs,” I say, and it sounds more like a whine. From the corner of my eye, I see her red lips curve. “And the kids are tired—ready for bed.”
Once the kids are down for a nap, I can convince her to abandon our guests for a quickie or, if I’m lucky, she’ll rap those red lips around me.
“I not tired,” Angelica says.
Diego chimes in, sticking with his twin, “Not tired.”
Traitors.
“How about we put on our Christmas pajamas on so we can match?” Sophie asks.
They scream excitedly.
“And have cookies with hot chocolate and marshmallows,” Sophie adds.
More cheering for their mother, who saves the day. They forget so easily how she neglected them.
Duke runs out, and the kids ask to be put down so they can chase him inside. When we’re alone, Sophie wraps her arms around my neck.
“When are they all leaving?” I bite out.
“Liam,” she says, pecking kisses.
I remain hardened to her advances. If I don’t, I’ll give in. I’m mad at her, but my dick swells in my jeans. Her scent and her warmth are not helping.
“What’s with you?”
