“Hey, Mrs. Bishop, it’s great to see you again,” I tell her, letting her kiss my cheek.
“You can call me Mama, Travis. Why have y’all stayed away so long?” She gives me a disapproving look.
“Sorry, Mama B.” I grin. “Kids and jobs get in the way,” I say, jokingly.
“You should’ve brought me those three precious kids. I would’ve watched them for you!”
“Mama…” John warns behind us. “You have twelve grandchildren of your own.”
“Pff. That’s not enough. I need more,” she argues. It always makes me laugh when Courtney talks about how grandbaby hungry her mother is.
“I promise you the next time we come to visit, we’ll bring the whole crew,” Viola says, and I give her a side-eye glance. Next time? All three kids? Hell, the adventure to get here was almost more thanIcould handle.
“Okay, y’all got yourself a deal then. Make sure to try my famous pies tomorrow,” she orders. “I’m bringing extras just for you two.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Viola says, laughing and I love the sound so damn much. Even after all these years, I can’t get enough of everything she does.
“Mama. They were just going to their room. They’ve had a long day,” John interferes, which I’m thankful for. Though I adore Mrs. B, we’re exhausted, and I want to get my wife into bed and feast on her before we pass out.
“Alright, well I’ll see you kids tomorrow then.”
“Of course,” I tell her. “Thanks again for letting us stay here considering how book y’all have been lately.”
“Courtney was very particular.” She winks.
“I should’ve known she was up to something,” Viola says. She kept telling me what to pack and vetoed every other outfit I picked.”
We finally make it up to our room, and before we even get unpacked, I pull my gorgeous wife into the shower with me and don’t let her out until I’ve tasted her and have her counting her orgasms—I give her a break this time and only make her count to four.
But tomorrow’s a new day, and I’ll be aimingmuchhigher.
VIOLA
FRIDAY
“That better be a banana making it’s way up my shorts,” I mutter, half asleep. Travis mauled me the second we walked in our room last night and my legs are still numb.
“You wound me, Princess.” His voice is gravelly and rough in the morning, which I’ve always found sexy. His tattoos and abs don’t hurt either, still making him so damn irresistible.
I chuckle and twist around in his arms so I can plant a kiss on his lips. “I’ve barely recovered from last night.”
“Well good thing we’re going horseback riding today, and you won’t have to walk too much.” He flashes me a wink, and I squeal.
“We are? Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?” I nearly fly out of bed with excitement, but Travis wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me back to him.
“Not so fast.” He cups my face and presses his mouth to mine, swiping his tongue between my lips and seeking entrance. Over a decade later, and my man is still hungry for me first thing in the morning. “Mm…can’t remember the last time we got to lay in bed without a child bursting through the door.”
“Thirteen years ago, give or take,” I say, chuckling. Though I miss my kids already, we needed this little getaway.
“Guess we better take advantage.”
Travis hovers on top of me, bringing the covers over us. He slides down my body, moving my shirt up as he kisses his way between my legs. My shorts and panties disappear, and he sucks all around my pussy, teasing and torturing me. His thumb rubs over my clit, slides down, and then he slips two fingers inside my opening.
The tightness makes me gasp and my back arches off the bed, seeking relief. If there’s anything my husband is a master at, it’s knowing exactly where I need him. The connection we share has always been intense and mind-blowing. Our relationship was sizzling hot from the start and watching him be a dad during the day then being insatiable for me at night, makes it impossible to not fall deeper in love with him every day.
“Mm…yesyesyes,right there,” I hum when he flicks his tongue against my clit before bringing it into his mouth. He loves driving me insane like this, but knowing other people are around and could hear us, I bite down on my lip to hold my moans inside.
As if Travis reads my mind, he brings a hand up to my mouth and pushes three fingers inside. I dig my teeth into his knuckles as he thrusts in and out of my pussy. My hips jerk up, seeking more. He’s a master with his mouth and tongue, and it’s a wonder we didn’t end up with three more kids.