With both families being so close, Daisy and I know that our kids will be thick as thieves with each other. Hell, they already are. They can be a handful when they’re all together. It’s not long before we get to the fair. It looks even busier tonight then it did last night. And that’s saying a lot since last night was pretty packed. There aren’t a lot of things going on in these parts, so when something like this rolls into town, everyone comes out.
“Funnel cake,” Eric says as he hops out of the truck.
“Did she tell you that?” I send my girl a text to see where she is.
“No, but I know my wife.” I follow behind Eric, who is clearly on a mission. People jump out of his way. The look I’m sure he’s got on his face has them scrambling. That grunting he does all the time makes everyone in town always give him a wide berth.
Out of the two of our wives, my sister Daisy is usually the one who starts the trouble or comes up with the idea. She’s always been a little troublemaker. Not that my wife is an innocent angel in all of these shenanigans. She’s always right beside Daisy in whatever mischief is going on.
“Motherfucker,” Eric barks out, causing a few women to cover their kids' ears before giving Eric a glare. He could give a shit about the looks because he doesn't even notice them. His eyes are trained on something. I follow his line of sight. Yeah, motherfucker is about right.
My eyes are on my wife, wondering what the hell she’s wearing. My eyes travel up from her cowboy boots following the path of her long legs to her shorts. No, not shorts. They are some kind of overall things that hook to her top. She’s got her long blond hair down, and her glasses are sitting on the end of her nose as she glares at someone with her hands on her hips.
Hips that have gotten fuller from the babies she’s given me over the years. Hips that I gripped this morning as I fucked her in the shower before anyone else in the house woke up.
“You’re lucky my husband and brother are here to save your ass,” my sister shouts. She’s got her finger in some man’s face going toe to toe with him. I see two funnel cakes on the ground at her feet.
My eyes go back toward my wife, knowing my sister can handle herself, and Eric is two seconds from having the man by the back of the neck. I don’t recognize him. He’s clearly not from around here. A few locals are lingering around, ready to watch the Noelle and Daisy show, but I’m going to shut part of that show down right now.
I know that my wife and sister would never act this way unless something big happened. I’m guessing this man needs to be taught a lesson in respecting women.
When I make it to Noelle, I see the man has powdered sugar all over his face and shirt.
“Are you going to apologize?” Eric stands behind the man with his arms folded. He has no idea he’s there, but Eric is letting Daisy continue until he thinks he needs to step in. Now everyone has stopped and is staring.
“Am I apologizing?” The offender points a finger at himself as though he can’t believe she’s asking him to do such a thing. “It was your friend who shoved the funnel cake in my face!” The man's face is turning redder by the second. I swing my gaze to my wife. She shrugs. I shake my head, fighting a smile.
“You’re lucky she didn’t knee your ass in the balls for grabbing her and making those asshole comments.” And I’m done. I’m on the guy before he knows what is happening. I'm hitting him with a right hook in the jaw. Not hard enough to break, but he’ll be feeling me for a week.
He stumbles backwards, and Eric sidesteps him, letting him fall to the ground.
“Hey! That was my hit!” Daisy shouts at me. I start to go for the guy again, still pissed as hell, but Noelle grabs my arms.
“You’re not going to jail on date night.” I look down at my wife. Fuck, I don’t know how she does it, but I swear she gets more beautiful each day. I can’t blame the guy for coming onto her. Doesn’t mean I still don’t want to lay him out again for grabbing her. No one touches what’s mine. “We handled it.” Noelle lifts her chin.
“I said apologize!” Daisy shouts. I look over my shoulder to see Eric has his arm wrapped around Daisy’s waist so she can’t go anywhere. The man is still on the ground, his eyes wide as they bounce between my sister and me.