Within a few hours, Peyton and Sugar were pulling up the driveway. Yes, in Peyton’s hearse. Because some things never change. They were going to be borrowing Billie’s hippie van where all the car seats lived, and we’d exchange back the next day.
“Pop!” Bay cheered, rushing up to Sugar, a man he hero-worshipped. Which I liked for him. And the other kids.
Having grown up a good chunk of my life without a family after my grandparents had died, I guess I really had no idea what I was missing out on until I joined the Henchmen, until they invited me into their enormous, crazy family.
And I loved that my kids would have what I never did.
They had a bunch of uncles and aunts to learn things from, since we all had our own ways of looking at the world, our own special sets of skills. And they had a ton of cousins—and more being born every year—to play with, to grow with, to build bonds with. Like Billie had with the girls. Like the guys in the club had with one another.
On top of that, they had a crazy-ass grandmother and her patient, adoring husband.
And, of course, the absolute best fucking mother the world had to offer.
Sure, maybe I was biased, but that was what I saw when I looked at Billie.
The best mom.
“I’m coming,” Peyton called when Sugar informed her that he had the kids all in their seats. “Here, I brought this for you guys,” she said, handing Billie a box. That I mistakenly figured was some sort of dessert or something. Until Billie pulled off the lid to reveal some sort of butterfly-shaped clit vibrator that seemed to be hands free, attaching to the upper thighs with straps. At my choked, uncomfortable laugh, Peyton’s gaze rose to me, eyes bright, amused at my discomfort. “Have fun with the child-free fucking,” she said, whacking me on the shoulder before turning and walking away.
“Oh, it’s okay,” Billie said, leaning her head into my arm. “So what if my mom knew what we were up to?”
“Just a bit of a mood killer, babe,” I admitted.
“Really? Hm. I can see that. Hold on one sec,” she said, moving through the house to the bathroom while I let the dogs outside to go roam around for a while. They were getting antsy, which usually meant Wolf’s dogs were outside, and they wanted to go hang out with them.
After that, I tossed some toys off the couch that Billie had already cleaned up earlier, and dropped down, taking a deep breath, finding that my ears were practically ringing from the silence in the house.
“So, are you sure the mood is killed?” Billie asked, coming from behind me. “I can always go head upstairs and hit the hay early,” she added as she moved out in front of me.
Stark fucking naked except for the hands-free butterfly vibrator.
I felt like I’d been kicked in the stomach at the sight of her.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my cock already getting hard.
“It came with a remote,” she informed me, opening her hand to show it to me.
“Give it to me,” I growled, holding out my hand.
Lips twitching, she placed it onto my hand.
“Yes, sir,” she said, eyes bright.
“Now why don’t you get over here and suck my cock?” I suggested, spreading my legs a little wider, inviting her between.
And I got to watch as the woman of my dreams moved forward and dropped down onto her knees to eagerly suck me off.
It wasn’t the first time and wouldn’t be the last, but I’d learned over the years that each and every fucking time was new and exciting.
And this time, we got the added benefit of the toy that I got to control while my cock was down her throat. Which had her moaning and whimpering around my cock, the vibrations of her pleasure shooting through my own body as well.
“Get up here and ride my cock,” I demanded, grabbing her hair, and yanking until she was crawling up onto my lap, lifting her hips, and dropping down on my cock, taking me deep in one motion.
Her head buried in my neck on a moan as her tight, wet walls tightened around me.
“You’ll feel it too,” she told me, rocking her hips in a circle. “When you use that remote on me, you’ll feel it too,” she told me as she pulled back to watch me as she started to ride.
I just watched for a long moment, never getting sick of watching her as she drove herself up using my body—the way her hair flirted with her shoulders, the way her tits bounced, the flush that crept over her skin, and the way her body tightened with each wave of pleasure.
My finger moved to the button thinking she was mistaken.
But then the vibration moved through her and into my cock, making me damn near come right then and there, I was so unprepared for the sensation.