Two to Tango (Filthy Dirty Desires) - Page 22
I nodded. “In all fairness, she did tell me that I should go out with him before I even left for LA.”
“And it’s not like you don’t have bragging rights of your own,” Nancy grumbled.
I glanced toward the crowd that was dispersing and back to Juliette. “Did you help Hale with the dance?”
Juliette did one of the eight counts with a laugh. “Yup, the choreography was mine.”
“And I got it all on video,” Nancy added.
Thank goodness for my best friend because this was a memory I wanted to be able to share with our children. The perfect proposal from the thoughtful man I loved.
“Run! Run! Go, Cabe, go!” Lisa shouted at the top of her lungs and jumped and clapped her hands as our son raced toward the end zone.
“Baby,” I growled. “You need to calm the fuck down before you put yourself into early labor.” She was seven months pregnant with our third little princess. All the jumping up and down wasn’t good for her, so I pulled her into my arms to keep her on the ground while we cheered.
“He did it!” she shrieked when Cabe threw the ball to a teammate in the end zone to score the winning touchdown.
We shouted and cheered, earning us a wave and a fist pump from our seven-year-old, who was already showing promise of being a star. Not that we were pushing him to pursue the sport. Lisa and I didn’t want our kids to feel obligated to do football or dance just because that was what their mom and dad did. So we’d offered Cabe the opportunity to play and let him decide.
He was a little mini-me, though, so neither of us was shocked when he chose to join the Nighthawks peewee team.
However, Lisa hadn’t been thrilled to find out that it was partial contact. But she was a sucker for her baby boy and couldn’t say no when he pleaded. She had been happy when he’d been chosen to play quarterback since they were the ones protected rather than doing the protecting.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that the boys all trained in each position at practice. Or remind her that it wasn’t rare for the quarterback to get sacked. Cabe had taken plenty of hits, and he’d dished out even more. The kid was going to be a badass on the field.
“Abe! Go! Yay, Abe!” Sydney, our two-year-old who loved to watch football and begged me to play it with her, screamed from her seat on the bleachers. She understood the game far more than I expected for a toddler.
Megan, our-five-year-old ballerina, clapped and called her praise out to her brother, but her expression was bored. I laughed when she sighed and went back to reading the book she’d brought.
When we met him outside the locker room, Nancy, Kevin, Declan, and Juliette joined us with their own kids to congratulate Cabe before we all went out to celebrate the last game of the season.
Our kids were as exhausted as we were when we finally tucked them into bed that night, so I expected Lisa to be snuggled under the blankets and fast asleep when I finished checking in with security and locking up the house for the night.
Instead, I found the bed empty and light coming from behind the cracked bathroom door. “Baby?” I wandered toward the master bath, and before I reached it, Lisa walked out. “Fuck,” I breathed as I stopped in my tracks. My gorgeous wife was wearing nothing but a negligee that hugged her every curve.
“Do you know what today is?” she asked with a sexy smile as she sashayed in my direction.
I shook my head, unable to speak since my mouth was full of saliva, practically drooling over her incredible body. After three babies, her hips had widened, and her tits had become fuller. I could never keep my hands off her, and that hadn’t changed one bit. In fact, it had only gotten worse. So she’d only worried over her body once because I’d made it perfectly clear how much I wanted her when I liked every inch, worshiping her for hours, and giving her a handful of orgasms.
“Do you like my outfit?” she asked, drawing my attention from all the ways I planned to fuck her once I’d ripped the fabric off her.
I swallowed hard and blinked a few times, trying to focus. Suddenly, it hit me. Lisa must have had the lingerie custom-made because it looked like a tiny version of the gold dress she’d worn our first night on Dance, Magic, Dance!
“You look even more beautiful than you did that night,” I rasped as I took her in my arms.
“Today is the anniversary of the day you first kissed me.”
“Are you trying to recreate what happened later in Austin’s guesthouse?” Fucking hell. That had been one of the hottest nights of my life. My already hard cock swelled to painful proportions.