I lean down in front of her, and a smile fills her face. "Morning," I return, and her hand comes up to hold the back of my head as I kiss her softly. "When did you wake up?"
"About thirty minutes ago," she replies as I sit in the empty chair beside her. "You wouldn’t let me go to my bed." She laughs. "You had a death grip on my breast." She takes a sip of her coffee, and I lean over and kiss her again.
"Turn in the chair," I say, and she looks over at me. She is wearing a long button-down pink linen gown that falls to her knees.
"What?" she asks, looking at me.
I get up and turn her chair to face the side of my chair and sit back down, taking her legs in my lap. "There, much better."
"What time is the family getting here?" she asks, and I rub her legs and shrug. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah," I answer. "And we didn’t even get interrupted." I wink at her, and she shakes her head.
"Daddy." I turn and see Mia coming out, rubbing her eyes as she crawls on my lap. I kiss her as I cradle her at my side.
"Did you sleep good?" I ask and then look over when I see Emma coming outside, rubbing her eyes just like Mia did. She looks at me and then looks over at Erika, who holds her hands out so she can crawl into her lap.
"Morning," she whispers to Emma and kisses her head. "Did you sleep okay?" she asks, and she nods, still rubbing her eyes.
"Can we go to the beach today?" she asks Erika, who smiles at her.
"We better," she replies with a smile. With my daughter on one side and my hand on Erika’s legs while she holds my other girl, I could not feel more content. "How about we go in and make breakfast?" She looks at Mia. "And then we can get ready to go to the beach."
"Well, well, well." I hear and look next door and see my father standing there, his hand propped over his brow to shield the sun. "Look at who is lounging around."
"Grampy!" Mia jumps out of my arms, and my mother joins him.
"What time did you guys leave New York?" I ask, shaking my head.
"At the ass crack of dawn," my sister Franny grumbles, rubbing her eyes. "I’m going to bed. Don’t wake me up." I laugh at them.
"Why don’t I make a big breakfast?" Erika suggests, slipping her legs out of my lap and putting Emma down. "I’m going to go put my shorts on," she says, and I look at her. "Meet you downstairs."
"Yeah," I say. I want to run my hand up her leg, but I know people are around.
I get up from my chair and look over at my complaining father. "Baby," he calls my mother. "We need to call someone, and they need to put umbrellas and chairs on the beach. We have kids."
"This is going to be so much fun," I say, leaning over the railing. I walk back into the room, and I hear Erika.
"Which swimsuit do you want to wear?" she asks and I peek in the room and see her bent over. Her linen outfit is not hiding anything.
"I’ll dress them. You go get dressed," I remark, adjusting myself. She smirks at me.
"I might need help tying my bikini bottom," she whispers in my ear. She walks into the room where she put her clothes but didn’t sleep. I get the girls dressed and then walk downstairs, opening the back door and seeing my parents outside sitting down.
"Dad," I call, and he looks over. "The girls are dressed." He gets up, slapping his hands together, turning to walk into the front and I walk outside with them, seeing my father opening the gate, the girls squeal.
"Where are my girls?" he asks, and they jump up and down. They run over to him, and he takes them both in his arms. "I have some surprises for you guys."
"We’ll take care of them," my mother says. "Go relax. We have breakfast coming in an hour."
I run up the steps two at a time and find Erika in the room wearing a black bikini. She was not fucking kidding about the ties. Her bikini bottoms have bows at each side, and her ass is showing way too much skin. I walk up behind her and grab her hips. "You can’t wear that." I kiss her neck as she laughs. My hands slide from her hips to her tits, and my cock wakes up and wants in on the action.
"Where are the girls?" She moves her head to the side so I can keep kissing her.
"My parents have them, and they ordered breakfast," I say, and my hand goes down her toned stomach and slips into her bottoms. "They told me to relax."