“I guess Miss Minnie needed to get dressed up for ladies’ night too,” I say dryly. I’m not going near that llama. Last time I did she spit on me. My woman was nowhere in sight at the moment and I knew the thing would be mean as ever if my daughters and their mom weren’t around to see what it was doing. It always plays nice in front of them.
Our little girls are over at Delilah’s mom and dad’s place tonight. They are having a sleepover with Drake and Delilah’s kids. It was supposed to be guys’ night too.
Guys’ night for Drake and me is waiting for our wives to get done doing whatever it is they’ve decided to do for the night. Not that I am complaining. She needs her nights out but I can still silently pout about it to myself. I know Drake is doing the same as we both sit in the diner with our arms folded over our chests. Neither of us watching the game that Johnny put on for us.
“You going to get your llama?” Drake asks.
“Nope.” I pick up my phone and fire off a text to my new deputy to come get the thing. Not like there is anything else going on in our small town. At least this will give him something to do for the night.
“I think that llama is a distraction.” I pick up my cup of coffee, polishing it off. The question is why did our women need to try to distract us? They are up to something. They pulled out all the stops putting Miss Minnie here. I look over at it and I swear it knows exactly what it’s doing here. It’s probably taking pleasure knowing it’s tricking us.
Drake stills beside me. I’m guessing his mind is finally getting up to speed with mine. He and I have gotten close over the years. My woman still kind of works for him. She helps him manage some investments that he’s kept. They don’t work a ton but it still lets Charlotte have her own thing and she enjoys it. Between that and Delilah and her becoming best friends, we end up together a lot. Hell, he is pretty much my brother-in-law if I think about it.
“Neither are pregnant.” That’s a first. They are both always pregnant. That’s the way it seems anyway. Either they are pregnant together or one right after the other. Thinking of Charlotte pregnant has me missing my woman. There is nothing more beautiful than when my wife’s belly is round with my child.
“Nope.” I drop the cup down on the diner table.
“The only reason they wouldn’t tell us that they were going to Moxie’s is because of what they were wearing.” I drop money on the counter. I’m already halfway to the door as Drake mutters those words. I know what dress she has on. The one she got two months ago. I fucked her long and hard in that dress. She’d gotten it in the mail and decided to try it on in front of me. I took one look at her, bent her pretty ass over, flipped that dress up and made her scream my name as she came all over my cock. When we finished I forbade her from wearing that dress anywhere but our bedroom. She’d laughed but had not agreed. I see the error of my ways now. I should have made her promise before I let her come. I won’t make that mistake again. Tonight she’ll be making those promises. My cock will make sure of it.
I should have ripped that thing to shreds when I had the chance. She wouldn’t be wearing it if I had. She looks sexy as fuck in that dress though, so for selfish reasons I kept it in one piece. I like taking her when she’s wearing it. I bet that little sneak ordered it just to get a rise out of me, now that I think about it. It isn’t anything fancy; it resembles a man’s button-down shirt. Not mine, though. Mine would fall farther down her legs. This one comes to a stop way above her knee. It is way too fucking short for my liking, showing off those perfect legs of hers. I won’t make the same mistake twice. There won’t be a button left on the damn thing by the time I’m done with it.
Drake is hot on my heels. I nod at my deputy as he pulls up to get my damn llama. I don’t go for my truck. I keep on moving toward the bar that sits a block down from the diner. The only bar in town. When I push through the door I see Tammy first.
“Busted!” she hollers out, making my wife and Delilah turn from where they are standing on top of the bar dancing. Only Tammy could be loud enough to be heard by anyone in the place. Not even the sound of the jukebox, which is blaring some pop song, can drown Tammy’s voice out. Delilah’s eyes go big for a moment before she gives an innocent smile over my shoulder to Drake. My wife only winks at me and keeps on dancing. She does have that damn dress on. Not only that, she has it paired with black boots that run all the way up her legs and over her knees. Fucking hell.