Even my sweet granny, Bonnie, was protected by the SOS.
It wasn’t so hard to imagine her in leather, truth be told.
I grabbed another box and carried it into the house. Our house. Nobody had noticed that it was all my shit. I grimaced. Molly really didn’t have a pot to piss in. I wanted to change all that. Not only was the deed of the house in both our names, but I’d already started buying her clothes. I wanted her to have books, makeup, jewelry, and anything her heart desired. I’d forced her to pick out all the paint colors and light fixtures. She’d been shy at first, but once she got the hang of it, it was easy going.
I grinned to myself.
My woman has damn fine taste, if I do say so myself.
Jack walked past me carrying, I shit you not, a stack of five boxes. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I pointed to the kitchen. With a grunt, he ambled that way, looking not unlike a redwood that had uprooted itself from the earth and was helping me move.
The man really was a giant.
I laughed and set my box down in the master bedroom, then jogged out to get another. Just in time to see a car pull up. I saw a flash of red hair and knew immediately that Janet was driving. I squinted and saw that Kaylie was in the front seat. Molly was in the back, peering out the window at the house.
Hell, they were all craning their necks.
I smirked, wagging my finger at them.
“You ladies were not supposed to be here yet.”
Molly smiled beatifically. “We were just taking a quick ride—”
Becky jumped in, finishing her sentence. “And we happened to pass this way so—”
Kaylie jumped in. “So we decided to say hi!”
I shook my head sternly.
“You were all being nosy. Just admit it.”
They looked at each other guiltily. All of them looked contrite except Janet, who was giving me a knowing smile. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at them.
“Everything was supposed to be perfect before Molly saw it. It’s a surprise, remember?”
“It is perfect,” she piped up. I smiled at her. She was so sweet and loyal. She was wedged between Becky and Sally or I would have pulled her out and put her over my knee for a soft spanking.
After kissing those luscious lips of hers.
I made a mental note to put a spanking on the menu for tonight. She hadn’t minded last time, and it had made me even hornier than usual. That ass of hers was epic. Basically, it had turned me into a set of balls with an erect cock dragging a man around behind him.
“Alright, if you want to see it, you can come in. I was about to start unpacking so you didn’t have to do it.”
“But I want to!”
Janet got out of the car, slamming the door shut.
“Silly man. Don’t you know women love unpacking?” She raised an eyebrow as she walked past. “Otherwise, how can we tell you men where things are when you can’t find them?”
My jaw dropped and Kaylie and Molly started giggling.
Becky nodded wisely, patting my shoulder.
“It’s not like you aren’t going to ask her where something is fifty times a day.”
“I am?”
“Yes. It’s biology.”
“Huh.”
Becky nodded sagely and followed Janet toward the house. Sally and Kaylie were right behind her. I caught Molly in my arms when she tried to sneak past me.
“Oh, no, you don’t!”
She squealed as I hoisted her up against me so that her cute little feet were dangling in the air.
“Callaway!”
“You’re a bad little girl, you know that?”
Her cheeks turned bright pink as she played along.
“I am?”
“Oh, yes. And later tonight, you’re going to get a spanking!”
Her eyes got wider and her cheeks got redder. She opened her mouth to protest but I stopped her with a kiss. A thorough, heart-thumping, toe-curling kiss that went right to my cock.
Yeah, I was once again a walking hard-on.
I set her down and took her hand, letting her lead me down the front path. It was the original brick, but we’d pulled it up and re-laid it in a herringbone pattern. Just like the picture Molly had picked out online. I wanted her to love every little thing about this house and I’d gone out of my way to make everything perfect for her.
Starting with the front door.
Molly’s favorite colors were blue and green. She especially loved mixing them together to make teal. So our front door was . . .
“It’s beautiful! Perfect!”
She traced the outline of the honeybee doorknocker I’d bought her and smiled.
“You got it! How did you know?”
I grinned, shrugging. I’d asked the girls for help and they’d gone above and beyond. Janet had taken downtime at work to help her set up a Pinterest account, then put it on her phone. The girls had encouraged her to look far and wide ‘just for fun’ and she had gotten into the spirit of things.