“What? I have a coverup on.” I do. I’m wearing a long flowy skirt.
“If you say so.” He laughs before he pulls a beer out of the fridge.
“Where is that husband of mine?”
I haven’t seen him for a bit. Not since he went to put our son, Mason, down for his nap, stealing him away from me. Mason and I can get lost in my work room for hours. We went in first thing after breakfast. Mateo ended up bringing us lunch in there before snatching Mason from me and taking him upstairs to lay him down.
Mateo shouldn’t have made me such a wonderful workshop. He put it in the sunroom, where I could open all the windows and doors, allowing the breeze in from off the ocean. It has some of the best views in the house. I love how much thought my husband put into making it perfect for me.
I’m always working on some kind of new patent or a prosthetic for one of the shelters back home. Mason has become obsessed with my 3D printer and has started on his own projects. Today he was recreating one of Scarab’s toys that spins around. Right now, he’s more into seeing if he can copy something. I know that it won’t be long before he’s coming up with designs of his own altogether.
“Why are you walking around the house practically naked?” Mateo’s growl breaks me from my thoughts.
“Speak of the devil,” my brother Henry chimes in with a shit-eating grin on his face. “And don’t try to say that I didn’t give you fair warning about your fashion choice,” he says before he makes his exit. I glare at him as he goes, but he only laughs.
Why do I always invite him out here? Because he’s an amazing uncle. The kids love him, and he got away from our father. Henry tried with him for a few years. Then Henry got taken by one of my father’s rivals. My Mateo and Verne had to rescue him in the end because my father sure didn’t go out of his way to. He was too busy going back and forth with the people about the ransom amount. Henry finally got a real good look at who our father was. Unfortunately, he will never be the dad we deserved.
We still get random calls here and there from him. More so lately. I think he’s realizing all those pretty things he collects can’t love him. In a small way, I’ll always be thankful to him, though. It was his terrible ways that brought Mateo and me together.
“The gardener is here and you’re dressed like this?” Mateo growls.
I roll my eyes because he’s being really crazy now, but that explains where Verne and Buffy are. The gardener is retired from the Brotherhood. The man is in his sixties. He’s also in love with Verne, and Mateo knows it. Buffy is always trying to sneak up on him like a ninja swearing one day she’ll get the jump on him. It hasn’t happened yet.
“Now you’re asking for a spanking,” he warns.
“Gotta catch me first.” I grab the nearest thing to me, which is an apple, and throw it at him before I take off.
I don’t have to look back to know he caught it. The apple distraction probably slowed me down more than it did him. Maybe I should take some of Verne’s ninja classes with Buffy ‘cause I don’t even make it out of the kitchen before I’m being lifted off my feet and cradled in Mateo’s arms.
“You’re not supposed to be running. You’re pregnant.”
“I only made it three feet. Not sure that counts as a run.” He sprints up the stairs and straight to our bedroom. Scarab scurries out, knowing exactly what’s about to go down. Mateo kicks the door closed behind him. He places me gently down onto the bed before he walks back over to lock the door.
I scurry to get my clothes off before he turns back around. He freezes when he sees I’m already naked. I drop down onto all fours.
“Ready for my spanking,” I tease him. My thighs are already coated with need.
“I know what you’re doing, my little treasure.” He pulls his shirt off, tossing it away as he walks over to the side of the bed.
“What?” I feign innocence, giving my ass a little wiggle. His nose flares.
“You’re tempting me to fuck you.”
“What’s wrong with a man fucking his wife?” I push my ass back as I let my legs slide open more.
His lovemaking is always gentler when I’m pregnant. It’s still amazing, but sometimes a girl needs to be fucked by her husband. So maybe I did know what I was doing after all when I came downstairs dressed this way.
He rubs my ass with one hand while the other goes between my thighs. He lets out a groan when he feels how wet I already am for him. My body knows what this man can and will do to it. I gasp when he gives me a small slap.