Page 31 of Prince of Darkness

Dave picks up the step stool she’s using and moves it so she can take another shot. She’d talked him into teaching her how to play. We are killing some time. Olivia passed out cold in our room. It’s Saturday, and we’re all at the clubhouse today.

We spend a lot of Saturdays here. The girls love running around, and we always have big barbecues with bonfires out back. This place goes from a clubhouse to a daycare on the weekend. I love every second of it.

Before Olivia, this place hadn’t felt like home, and I wasn’t always happy to hang out here. Running a clubhouse wasn’t what I envisioned myself doing with my life. It had been my father’s dream, not mine. It never felt like the right fit for me. That’s all changed.

The men and women who stayed after I’d made some changes actually feel like my brothers and sisters now. We stick together, and I have no problem sticking my neck out for any of them, knowing that they would do the same for me and mine.

Even Olivia’s brothers belong to the club now, as crazy as that sounds. I’m damn proud of this place. We still throw a wild party here every now and then on Friday nights. Olivia, Pink, and Vee tend to be the ring leaders of those. I think Olivia putting her stamp on this place helped with me making it my own.

“You don’t want to learn how to play?” I ask Mickey. She scrunches her tiny nose, looking up from her coloring book. She just turned four.

She and Izzy are Irish twins. They’ll both be four together for the next month before Izzy turns five. They might be close in age, but their personalities are night and day from each other. Izzy is a tomboy where Mickey is a girly girl. Except when it comes to mining for gold, but that’s only because she has a bit of an obsession with gold. It’s shiny, and jewelry is made from it so she is more than willing to get her hands dirty to go out and get some.

“My nails.” She wiggles her tiny little fingers my way. I’m not at all surprised that they’re painted a shade of pink.

She and Olivia went this morning and got them done. They do it every Saturday morning while Izzy and I take the quad out onto the land. I’ve tried to get Izzy to go with them, not wanting her to miss out, but she insists she doesn’t want to. To be honest, I love the fact that she wants to stay here with me.

“Isn’t it that gel crap that doesn’t chip? You’re able to mine with it.”

“It’s worth chips for gold, Daddy.”

“Right,” I say with a laugh.

“When are we going?” She sits up a bit straighter, looking toward the clock. “Mama and I are supposed to cook tonight too.”

“How about I go check on her?”

“That baby in her belly makes her sleep a lot.” Mickey picks up her crayon and starts coloring again. “Makes her like cake too. I bet we make a cake tonight.”

“You and Mama make the best cake.” I get up from my chair.

“We really do,” she agrees.

“Be good for Grandpa while I check on Mommy.” I kiss her on her little head before I make my way to our bedroom to find my wife.

I find her in the kitchen with a sleepy look still in her eyes. She’s got a pint of ice cream in her hand.

“You let me sleep too long,” she says with a mouth full of ice cream.

“No, I didn’t. I was waiting for the sun to set so it’s not so hot. The girls will still have an hour to pan for gold.” I make my way over toward her. “How do you keep on getting more beautiful?” I rest my hand on her stomach as I lean in for a kiss.

She moans against my mouth. “Do you need me?” I ask between kisses.

“I always need you, but we don’t have time,” she huffs.

“Always time to get my wife off.” I lift her, sitting her on the kitchen island and spreading her legs. She’s got a summer dress on, making this a whole lot easier. I pull her ass to the edge as I drop to my knees.

“Jason.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she watches me push her dress up her thighs before I pull her panties to the side. Her pussy is always a bit sweeter when she’s carrying my baby inside of her.

I know my wife's body. It doesn’t take me long to have her coming against my tongue as my name pours from her lips.

“You’re so good to me.” She sighs as I start to stand.

She makes a grab for the button of my jeans, but I hear the sound of my mom’s voice and Izzy’s laughter a moment before the door opens. I quickly right Olivia’s dress as our daughter bursts into the room. I don’t miss the smile my mom has on her face when she sees Olivia and me.

“Grandma and Grandpa helped us put our boots on. We’re all ready to go,” Izzy informs us before turning and heading back out of the room.

“Vee and Archer just got here too. Archer is helping Dave get the four-wheelers out.”

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