Feeling light and free and invigorated from watching Ethan face down my family, I grin.
“Hey, Ralph!”
He pauses at his car door, hunched like he’s expecting another duck attack. “What?”
I grin wider. “Suck my dick!”
Chapter 111
Ethan
Placing an arm behind her back,I swing Tilda up into my arms.
She lets out a laugh as I hold her to my chest and step through the threshold into the house.
I kick the door shut behind me, then smile down at my Firecracker. “You can suck my dick, Wife.”
She’s still grinning. “You deserve the biggest blow job ever for all that.”
I start across the house. “How does one make a blow jobbig?”
Tilda hooks her arms around my neck. “Not sure. But when I figure it out, I’ll show you.”
“Deal.” I step into the bedroom. “But you can figure it out another time.” And I drop her onto the bed.
Chapter 112
Tilda
Me: How was work today?
I tapmy fingers against the counter.
Grumpy Ranger: Fine.
Grumpy Ranger: People are idiots.
Grumpy Ranger: How was your day?
I grin at his grumpy answer.
Me: It was nice. No idiots over here. Just made some suncatchers on the front step while Quackers played in her pool.
Grumpy Ranger: Show me.
Me: She seemed so happy.
I send him a video of her splashing around in the water.
Me: Pretty sure I spotted some of Ralph’s hair tucked under a rock by the food dish.
Grumpy Ranger: We should’ve shaved him bald and given her all his hair as a reward.
I snort.
Me: She really was magnificent.
Grumpy Ranger: She was. And this is a good video. But I meant for you to show me the suncatchers you made.