We don’t have plans set in stone, because we are all for one in our little tribe, but Tatum and I aren’t opposed to moving the family as we approach a country reopening after the pandemic.
So, here we are, in a big ass Van that the kids, Tatum and I tricked out in preparation for the trip, which was good for Darcy too.
***
“So Van life?” Jagger asks as the kids tear around the gym, chasing his little ones.
“Good way to get the hell out of the city.”
“And you wind up here?” He jokes.
I look around Legacy. “Good for Darcy.”
Jagger and I speak weekly about the gym, and everything else in life. “And you?”
I look back at him and nod. “City’s a mess. Good to get out.”
“This place is the same,” He sighs.
“You guys holding up okay though?”
“Always kept the circle tight, we’re doing the same man, good. We have each-other and our little ones.” He nods to them.
“Family is a good thing to have.” He grips my shoulder. “Glad you remembered that and came to visit yours, brother. Hoping some day you’ll make it back for longer than a week.”
I look around and nod, “Never know what tomorrow might bring.”
“Ain’t that the fucking truth,” he laughs.
~~~
With the kids asleep in my old apartment, that Jagger and the guys obviously fixed up I look at the bathroom door as Tatum comes out.
The way she’s looking at me, makes every cell come to life.
“You wanna try to get in a chapter tonight?” She smirks.
I look around at the kids all sprawled out. “You know I do, but.”
She nods to the door that leads to the stairs down to the gym.
I swallow back the words, ‘Fuck yeah’ do a final sweep of the room, making sure Tanner’s got his stuffed puppy, Shaw has his tiger, and Darcy has her silky, —A small pillow that she and Tatum cut and stitched together, adding the pieces of silk from her tattered baby blanket—, that she spritzes with Vanilla, —a scent that remind her of her mother Onna— and she sleeps with. When I am sure they’re set, I head down.
She’s leaning against the padded wall in a corner, untouched by the dim lights, her night shirt —an old flannel button down of mine— unbuttoned just enough. I walk toward her, feeling like I have every time since our very first encounter. Never dulls.
I’m hard before I reach her, she’s lifted the shirt up and over her head and drops it on the floor, but it hasn’t reached it before I pull her against me.
Mouth to hers… my wife’s… I kiss her in a way that’s not possible in a van full of kids, and her bra… one flick and I’ve undone it. She laughs into my mouth, and I smile against hers because once I remastered the one handed unclasp, I was real damn proud of myself.
Running my hands up her shoulders, I slide down the straps, her tits now fall heavier, and cup them, squeeze the, pinching her nipples as she pulls one arm and then the next free from the straps.
Once her hands are free, she pushes down my sweats, my boxers, and wraps her hands around my cock, stroking it as I run my hands down her sides, lips on her neck, sucking and nipping at her sweet smelling skin as my hands move south, thumbs under the thin strings holding the tint scrape of material in front of her… my pussy. I rip them, cup her ass, as she strokes me, on hand on my cock, the other gripping the back of my neck, and lift her and lay her down on the cool mat.
Holding myself up with one hand she pulls up my Henley, I switch hands and she pulls it off, hands on my chest, running down my stomach, moaning at the feel of my muscles, now a bit sifter under my skin. She doesn’t give a fuck, she loves my body, said she likes me better less hard everywhere except my cock. I love hers that way too. Her hips widened from bringing three children into our life. More curves to explore. Like her tits, I think as I take one ion my mouth.
Her legs wrap around me, pulling me against her, with an urgency.
“Angelo,” she tone begging quietly.
I let her breast fall from my mouth and tell her, “We can take our time.”
She reaches down and grabs my dick, “Lets do that, but with you inside me.”
Rubbing my cock between her folds, heals of her feet pushing against my ass, urging me to drive into her.
I give her the tip, then lick across her nipple, and cup one of her breasts.
“So fucking soft,” I say, because she is.
I lick across the left one, and she cries out, heels now digging deeper, “Angelo.”