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TABI
His cock is my favorite. I’ve done the research; I used to have a list. But his, by far, is the biggest and most attractive cock in the world. Sometimes I wish I could share it with people, so they’d understand how underprivileged they are. I’ve discussed it with Sam’s brother and his husband, but they don’t actually get the full scope of how insanely attractive The Senator is without pictures. And it’s the one line he’s specifically asked me not to cross. I’m kind of proud I’ve never shown his dick to anyone. I can play by the rules, despite what people think.
We were about to get to the spanking part when he got an emergency city call, so I’m sitting on our makeshift living room furniture. The leftovers from both of our old houses. I hate this furniture because it’s not ours. It’s mine or it was his. And his ex sat on his favorite chair at one point, and I do not care for that bitch at all.
I’m sure the city’s emergency is something stupid. An alarm went off at the community center and they can’t remember where the box is to shut it off. Or possibly the asshole barista’s kid, found more spray paint and decorated the sidewalk in front of Reader’s Books with balls again. That kid needs a book and a hobby. He’s interrupted my sex life too often. I cross my legs as Bax drifts in the room stroking his dick while he’s on the phone. That’s hot. He points to me and gestures for me to open my legs. He grins and licks his lips, then points for me to go upstairs. I raise a finger to him.
He says gruffly into the phone, “What? No. Don’t do that.” He turns away as he looks for a pen and paper. I toss on his t-shirt and search for my phone to plug in but discover a text.
RORY: Christ. Are you there?
Usually, I’d tune out my phone in my current situation. But I’ve grown too close to these people. They’ve been my respite from my intense and large extended family all around me. And only one of them knows what the last year has truly been for me. Everyone else on the planet’s pregnancy and kids bug the shit out of me, but not him for some odd reason. Maybe because he has yet to see it for the joy that it is and is bogged down in the worry part. It’s fucking funny to hear him squirm and be uncomfortable. I kind of live for it lately.
TABI: About to fuck my husband, super dirty and nasty, but I’ve got a second.
RORY: Stop. That poor man. Does he know what he’s getting?
TABI: What’s wrong?
RORY: She and Brad are bloody holding some kind of fucking ceremony with white robes and shite.
TABI: And?
RORY: I’m sitting at our pediatrician’s appointment and apparently the buggered ritual still has an hour left. Because the bloody fucking candle hasn’t crackled yet. What the fuck? My girl is too small to be subjected to Pop-Pop Brad.
TABI: Look, you can’t rush a good candle crackling. Go get a biscuit and chill. She’ll be fine.
RORY: She won’t be fine unless a doctor sees her.
TABI: Are there issues?
RORY: NO! But medical professionals should be taking care of Zoe and Shona not a self-appointed, self-involved, mother-stealing druid high priest bullshit Shaman! It’s a baby who needs to be medically looked after not chanted at.
Bax sees me texting and his eyes flair. It’s sexy, but I can tell he’s a little mad. He scribbles on a piece of paper.
GET YOUR ASS TO OUR BED. LEAVE THE PHONE. RORY CAN WAIT UNTIL LATER TO FREAK OUT. I NEED TO FUCK YOUR TITS. TAKE MY SHIRT OFF.
I quickly text.
TABI: I have to go. Apparently, my tits have a date with my husband’s dick.
RORY: No. Just no. Stop. Go. Kill me.
I remove Bax’s shirt and walk up behind him. I press into his back and reach around. The Senator’s not as stiff as he was but grows instantly at my touch. He’s still talking, and I start moving my hand up and back along his shaft. He turns around to me and mouths the word, “GO,” pointing to our staircase that’s seen better days. It’s the next thing we’re going to replace. The stairs are uneven, they’re stable, but have different pitches as you go up as if someone just randomly put boards together in a stair pattern. And the banister is splinter central.
But the kitchen and bathrooms are perfection. We salvaged the old iron clawfoot tub for our bathroom. And we have the biggest most luxurious bed. Solid walnut, tall with four sturdy posts we use for various activities. If there are ever kids, they’ll need a stepladder and a probably a key to get in the door.
Bax had the bed made for me. It’s a replica from a Kansas B&B we stayed in ages ago. Before we knew we were Tabi and Bax. Well, we were ignoring the fact that we were written in the stars. We trashed that room, wrecked that bed, and I puked most of the night. But he remembered all the same details I did from that bed. That bed was the first time we truly made love, and we didn’t even call it that.
They had to finish constructing the bed in the room because it was too heavy to take up the fucked-up staircase all at once. It was then and there I decided we’re never moving because I couldn’t bear to leave the bed.
Bax wraps me in his arms. It’s a little sexy but way too soft. He’s pointing to the steps, and I just bite my lip and stare at him. He’s gotten back to the gym lately with Sam and Josh. He was never out of shape, but now he’s got all these abs popping and biceps I want to bite. And that beautiful V is more defined and sexier. It’s like his hips are notched. His sprinkle of blond all around the perfect dick matches the hair on his head. His intense blue eyes are in overdrive right now. Damn. I mean, there’s not a pussy in the world that wouldn’t weep for him.
“Sup? Senator not into this anymore?” My nickname for his dick since we were twenty years old. He’s always a stand-up guy, does the right thing and he’s not afraid of hard work. Just like Bax.
He tosses his phone and grabs his dick. “I have to go there’s something brewing at the police station, but I think we might just have time for a session of congress.”
