Page 82 of Under Her Skin
He turns to go back to his house. “I’ll call him and ask when would be a good time for him. You’re pretty much wide open aren’tyou?”
“I’m completely wide open. Thanks so much.” I wave and goinside.
I break into a dance as I finally may have someone to help me not only take action to keep my money, but maybe they can help me figure out something worthwhile to do with it aswell.
Looks like I got another luckyday!
Max
“For the love of all which is holy!” I jump to avoid tripping over the Barbie dream car hiding at the bottom of the staircase. “Zoey, what did I tell you about leaving your toys lying around? Especially on the stairs!” I round the corner to see my four-year-old daughter diving behind her mother as she sits on the sofa in the sitting room we use for the kids to playin.
“Max!” Lexi shouts at me. “No need to yell! She’s just a little girl. She forgets things. It’s not herfault.”
“Then who’s is it, Lex? You baby these kids. The twins are in pre-k forGod’s….”
“Stop!” she interrupts. “Remember there are little parrots in this home and they repeat every word wesay.”
“For goodness sakes. Okay? Happy?” I ask as I look around for my car keys. “Do you happen to know where the keys to my Jagare?”
She points to our one and a half-year-old son, Zakk. He has them in his mouth and is slobbering all over them. I look around for something to trade him and find a candy cane that may have been around since last Christmas, but I gotta do what I gottado.
I pick up the slightly chewed on candy and make my way to the smiling babyboy.
“Look what Daddy’s got.” I wiggle the candy at him and his blue eyes shine up at me. He has my eyes and his mother’s silky, blondehair.
Lexi clears her throat, drawing myattention.
“No way. Keep looking for something else to trade himwith.”
With a growl I take the candy cane to the kitchen and dispose of it like it should’ve been done long ago. I find him one of his little cookies and take that back to the sitting room my not so little family isin.
Lexi meets me just outside the door, my keys in herhand.
“NowIhave them. What are you going to trade me for them,huh?”
Wrapping my arms around her, I whisper behind her ear and press my body to hers, “I’ll trade you one kiss and a hell of a lot more tonight when I get you into ourbed.”
“Deal,” she says as she places the keys in my hand and turns her lips up tomine.
Though we’ve been together for a good few years now, her kiss still takes me to another place and time. Heat fills me as her sweet lips press against mine. Her lips part and I swirl my tongue aroundhers.
I grind into her soft body and wish like hell we could run upstairs for a little alone time. Her hand runs over my ass and my insides turn tojelly.
Then she tugs on myshirt.
“Daddy, hey, Daddy!” my four-year-old son, Zane, shouts. “Hey, can I gotoo?”
It washis hand on my ass apparently. I pull my mouth from my wife’s and place my forehead tohers.
“How many more of these things did I say I wanted tohave?”
“You said several more, but I’m getting the distinct impression that three is enough for you.” Her hand runs over my cheek and I grab it and kiss herpalm.
“Yeah, for now and maybe forever, three is more than plenty.” I turn and rub Zane’s little, blonde head. “Hey, buddy, not this time, okay? Daddy’s picking up a man at the airport and it can be a little taxing to try to keep up with you when there’s so many people. I’ll be back homesoon.”
“Well, can you at least bring me something back, like a puppy or a kitty cat?” he asks as his bottom lips juts out in apout.
“Oh! A kitty!” Zoey shouts as she runs out of theroom.
