Page 81 of Roughing the Player
“Kaylee!”
“That’s what married people do,” I say.
“That’s disgusting. I’m going to my room.” And this time she follows through. She flounces out leaving us alone in the living room.
“Is she going to spend the rest of our married life hiding in her bedroom?”
“She’s a tween. That’s what they do.”
“A tween?”
“Meaning in between a girl and a teen.”
We can’t keep walking on tippy toes around Kaylee. Sooner or later, she’ll need to accept our intimacy. And I know just the way to do it. “Does she have headphones?”
Her brow scrunches. “Yes.”
“Let’s make sure she puts them on.”
“What?”
I pull her to her feet. “Follow my lead.”
The double bed in Ellie’s room is not big enough for the two of us, but we’ll make it work until the King-size gets delivered next week. But it does have one great feature. A nice, big, oak headboard.
“Get on the bed. On your knees.”
“What are you going to do?”
“It’s not what I’m going to do, but what we’re going to do. If there’s any damage, I’ll take care of it. Okay?”
Her eyes grow big as saucers.
I bang the headboard against the wall. “Moan.”
“What?”
“Moan.”
She does.
“Louder.”
“Oooohhhhh.”
“Now, yell my name.”
A wicked glint shines in her eyes as she realizes what I’m doing. “Oh, my God, Brock. Oh, that feels so good. So good. Harder.” She’s clearly getting into the act, but then she giggles and that may spoil the whole effect.
I kiss her and cover her mouth. “No giggling.” I spank her bottom, one, twice, three times.
And that gets her motor running. She keeps up the yelling, the moaning, screaming my name and a couple of saints while I rhythmically bang the headboard against the wall.
After fifteen minutes, I slowly dial it down. And then I strip the both of us and quietly, tenderly make love to my wife.
When dawn comes, I roll out of bed. After a quick shower, I kiss Ellie, who’s still fast asleep, probably exhausted from our lovemaking. I walk out of our bedroom to find Kaylee parked by the kitchen island, a smoothie in her hand.
“Good morning.” I head for the kitchen counter to grab some caffeine since I can’t function without it. To my surprise, the coffee’s already made.
