This is our latest drama.
Cindy.
She’s apparently disappeared. No phone calls, texts, or email. She’s gone silent.
Even her social media is gone.
Unfortunately, this is not the first time, so it’s hard to take it seriously. She up and left for days after the trial, but the girls are convinced this time is different.
We’ve been keeping an eye on old Dr. Davis. The threat of exposing him for the fraud and sick fuck he is seems to have made him slither away. He’s still practicing medicine, but as for his other activities, they’ve stopped.
“Yo, Ryder, send my daughter and wife home, will you? My son has something he needs to tell his mother,” Blade yells and I have to grin. Thank fuck, we own three of the four properties on this cul-de-sac because we’re not a quiet clan. The nice older couple who live at the end of the street seem happy to see the kids playing.
We’ve also beefed up security. I’ve installed at least a hundred sensors in the hillside, and three-dozen cameras on the street, not including the massive number in our houses.
“Will do,” I bellow back, as both he and James Dean enter his house. Axel’s GTO rumbles to life, and Antoinette rolls down the window.
“Hey, Ryder? Can you tell Eve and Julianna that Jax Saddington has confirmed the meeting next week? This is huge.” She looks at her phone, then at me. “Tell them we might have to push things to make this work.”
She smiles and waves as I hear Axel say, “Finish our kitchen first.”
I walk up our driveway and enter my house. Eve is standing there holding Nicole’s hand and swinging her massive bag on her shoulder.
“I heard him, Ryder. God, all of LA probably heard him.” She rolls her eyes.
“I’m supposed to tell you that Jax Saddington confirmed the meeting next week.” I rattle this off as Eve stops and cocks her head.
“Really? Hm, that is big. But with the baby coming, we really need to focus on finishing your house first.” She reaches for a bunch of blueprints before she leaves. Nicole happily skips next to her mother, telling Eve about her day.
I shut my door and lock it, then look around for my jewel.
“Julianna?” I walk toward our bedroom.
“In the baby’s room.” I stop to enter our son’s room. I knew it was gonna be a boy. I had a dream, and not like the ones I usually have. This dream was different, but just as powerful.
He was maybe ten, with big blue eyes and brown hair. I asked him if I could name him Chuckie after my friend. He said no, that he wanted his name to be Ethan. We talked about things that made no sense but that seemed important to him. Then he got up to leave.
“Remember, Dad, Ethan is my name.”
“Ryder?” Julianna’s hand caresses my face. I haven’t grown my beard back yet. She likes being able to see my face, and I like the feel of her cunt.
“Hey, Bellezza. You feeling okay?” I pull her into my arms.
She looks up at me. “I’m freakin’ tired. Remind me again what I was thinking tearing our house apart when I’m about to have a baby.”
I sigh and lift her up. She squeals about being too heavy, and I walk us into our room. Thank fuck, I had her fix it first. She decided the master bathroom had to be completely redone, and that French doors opening out to a balcony were a must.
The 3 Designing Blondes do amazing work, and our bedroom looks fantastic. It’s also huge, so I fit.
Let’s be honest: I feel complete anywhere with Julianna. I lie her on our bed and start to undress her.
She smiles up at me. “I love you so much.” Her voice makes my already hard dick leak. I toss her tennis shoes off, then she reaches for my cut and we undress each other.
She kicks off her panties, and I groan at how stunning she is. She licks her lips and scoots back as her large, full breasts and hard nipples taunt me. Her hair spills onto the pillow like golden strands of honey.
Lowering myself, I touch her stomach and smile as I feel my son kick. Then I move on to her breasts.
“Ryder, careful. They’re sensitive today…” She moans as I take her nipple in my mouth and suck hard.
“I need a shower, I’m dirty,” she rasps while my tongue flicks back and forth on her hard bud.
“We can take a shower together later.” My mouth latches on to her neck and I suck and lick, tasting her.
“Ryder.” She sighs, wrapping her hands in my hair, almost guiding my lips to her drenched cunt.
I grin. She’s insatiable. She begs me to fuck her at least three times a day, so my cock acting like he’s ready to go off already is bullshit.