Page 44 of Relentles
“And you still naked.” The leer was clear in Outlaw’s voice.
“Mort, you’re taking his time from me.”
“Sorry, Meggie girl.”
“She ain’t on speaker.”
“Apology accepted,” she called mischievously.
Mortician laughed.
“Baby, I got pictures of Jo texted to me.”
“You did?”
“Yeah,” Outlaw said warily. “You want to see them?”
“Ask her if she wants to have photos sent to her phone, Prez. You not offering full disclosure but it’s better than nothing.”
“Ohhhh, look at that precious little face,” Meggie cooed. “We go for another update with her care team tomorrow, Mort.”
“Actually, later today, baby.”
“True,” she agreed.
“You want pictures texted to you?”
“That’ll just be more work on the nurses. Just show me the photos whenever they send you a text.”
“I want to go to sleep,” she pouted.
Outlaw sighed. “I gotta go, Mort.”
Either he’d chickened out or didn’t recognize the wisps of smoke that had the potential to turn into an inferno. “Yeah, Prez. Sleep tight.”
“You, too.”
Disconnecting Mortician sat in the darkness. A sliver of moonlight gleamed through the bay window. Bailey and Harley enjoyed window seats, so he’d had the trees removed from this side of the house, so his wife and daughter had a marginally better view. Mainly the walkway parallel to the road. Better than nothing, he supposed, though he wished they’d have a better view of the flower beds he’d had planted for them.
Stretching out his legs, he crossed them at the ankles, trying to push aside the memory of Bailey in his arms. For the first time in months, she’d been so sweet and pliant. It hadn’t been a rushed fuck merely to get off.
His cock stiffened.
“Down, Roscoe,” he mumbled. “Not yet, big bro. I have to do Daddy duties first, then I can see to dick duty.”
At the mention of children, Roscoe deflated.
“I feel you.”
What better mood killerwerekids?
He snickered.
Bailey wanted more children. Well, one more. She wanted another daughter. Much like Bunny, although his dickhead of a brother blamed Meggie for that, too.
Motherfucker was beyond grown. Mortician had enough to worry about without trying to keep Digger’s brain in his fucking head. What was wrong with that motherfucker? Now, because of Digger’s stupidity, Bailey wanted Mortician to patch out…
Fuck Digger and his resentment.
