She was mine.
“I don’t know.”
“You married my sister, Bullseye. I know she and Layla are tight like you are, but the longer you and Kitty are together, the harder everything will be. I’m worried about her.”
“I would never hurt her.”
“I know that. Not intentionally. Look, man, I just don’t want my sister hurt. She’s been through enough already, and now she has that kid.”
“Your niece.”
“Yeah,” Savage replied, looking away.
“Have you gotten to know her yet?”
“She’s a baby. What’s to know?”
Shaking my head, I sighed. “I don’t know Savage. How about the fact that Hailey smiles all the time. She loves to laugh. Her favorite toy is a matchbox car. She hates green beans but will eat carrots like they're going out of style. How about that she prefers apple juice to grape juice. Shit, man, that little girl is a gift. She didn’t ask to be born, but she deserves to have people love her, want to be with her. You are her uncle.”
“I know, and Kitty is still busting my balls for not acknowledging her. Fuck man, the last time I saw my sister, she ripped me a new one because I didn’t pick the kid up when she was crying. I didn’t know what to do. I never held a kid before. I just can’t. All I see is that fucker and what he did to my sister.”
I growled. “Hailey had nothing to do with that.”
“Anyway. Just think about what I said, okay. I’m not gonna get mad if things go sideways with you and Kitty. I know you only married her to protect her, but I can’t help how I feel. She’s my sister, man. I love her.”
“I get it. I do. Layla’s my best friend, and I love her. I would do anything for her.”
Nodding, Savage agreed. “Yeah.”
Saying nothing more, Savage turned and walked away towards the clubhouse as I headed for the front door.
Once inside, I walked into the living room to find Hailey playing quietly in the playpen Kitty insisted she just had to have. That little girl was spoiled rotten and the spitting image of her mother. No wonder I gave her anything she wanted. She was my little angel. Smiling at her, I knelt down and tickled her tummy. I chuckled as she blew bubbles at me, grinning kicking her little legs. Walking to the kitchen, I spotted Kitty at the stove cooking dinner. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious. I placed the gallon of milk on the counter and walked over to her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. “Hey, baby.”
“Saw my brother outside.” She said as she continued to stir what was before her. Kitty was a fantastic cook. Hell, everything she did was wonderful. She was perfect, and she was all mine.
“Mmm,” I replied, kissing my way down her neck to her shoulder. I loved watching as she responded to my touch. I could feel the goose-pimples rise on her skin as I nibbled away on her neck.
“What did he want?”
“Nothing,” I said as my hands came up to cup her breast. God, my wife, was a beautiful woman. Kneading her tits, I lightly bit her neck in that particular spot I knew she loved. She moaned, turning in my arms. “God help us if he ever learns the truth.”
“He won’t,” I said right before I kissed my wife. God help me, I loved kissing her. Her lips were amazing as they always welcomed me eagerly. Soft, full, and luscious, I could nibble and kiss on her for the rest of my life. Just the thought of her lips on me, any part of me, had me so fucking hard.
Finding the hem of her shirt, I wasted no time pulling it off her. Grinning, I cupped her whole tits in my hands, “Hello, my beautiful babies. I’ve missed you,” I said right before I bent down to devour them. I could hear her laughter as she kicked off her shoes and quickly undid my belt. As she moved to my pants, I flipped her bra down and sucked a nipple into my mouth, making her moan.
“You should never wear clothes,” I said, nipping her breast as I moved on to the other.
“I am not a nudist.”
“We could be,” I said, flicking her other nipple with my tongue. “Say the word, and I’ll make it happen.”
“Oh, shut up and fuck me already,” she said, yanking down my pants. Have to admit, I loved it when my woman got all bossy, and who was I to refuse a command like that.
Grabbing her from behind her thighs, I picked her up, her legs going around my waist. Scooting and shuffling us towards the table, her laughter was music to my ears. Laying her on the kitchen table, I quickly divested her from her clothes.
“Fuck baby, you should be a porn star.”
“Okay, I’ll get right on that.” She said cheekily.