And… now I need to figure out where we can live together. I feel relatively confident that Mack would be okay with me stayingthere since the house is built the way it is, but eventually, we’re going to want a family. Plus, with our physical relationship being so new, that might get uncomfortable for him as well as Shelly. I know he’s aware she’s an adult now, but at the end of the day, we need our own place.
“Oh my God, my eyes, my eyes!” Mack exclaims as we walk into the kitchen the next morning.
Shelly is wearing my T-shirt again, sans panties, and I have on a pair of cut-off sweats. I watch her face turn red as I burst out laughing. “Didn’t know y’all would be back so soon,” I finally choke out.
“Well, it was going well until Gopher ended up getting a hook stuck in his cheek,” Mack confesses. “The good news is that we brought back a ton of grouper and flounder, so Rio said we were having a fish fry on Saturday.”
“The fish will still be okay to eat?” Shelly asks.
“Yeah, sweetheart, we cleaned and gutted them, then put them on ice,” Mack replies. “Turned them over to Constance, Millie, and Maria who said they’d take care of seasoning them.”
“And Uncle Mack, just saying, but you and Marcella used to run around the same way,” Shelly states.
“But… but… you’re not—” he starts to say.
“I’m not what?” Shelly questions, interrupting him. “An adult? Over the age of consent? Please, tell me what it is that I’m not.”
I bite back my chuckle because she’s standing there with her hands on her hips, one foot is tapping the floor and she’s glaring at her uncle. This is another reason why we’re going to need our own place and space, because I almost came down without anything on.
“Never mind,” he mutters. Then, he pins me with a look and queries, “What does this mean for the two of you?”
“She’s now my ol’ lady, and she’s eventually gonna be my wife and the mother of our kids,” I reply.
“Well, there’s plenty of room here until you start adding kids to the mix,” Mack replies, “so there’s no sense in y’all finding someplace else just yet. Worst case scenario, I’ll go hang at the clubhouse if y’all want some privacy.”
“My room is almost a mini apartment already, Uncle Mack, but maybe we’ll worry about whether to find somewhere else to live later, okay? We can always add onto the house, that was one of the reasons you said you picked it.”
“True, I did say that, but Abyss may want y’all to have your own space, Shell,” Mack replies.
“Honestly, whatever is easiest for everyone is fine with me. But just saying, if I live here too, I’ll be kicking in to the household budget,” I emphatically insist.
“What budget? The house is paid for free and clear, all we have left are the utilities and groceries,” Mack retorts.
“Then we have a deal,” I tell him. “And when we decide to add on, I’ll be covering that.”
“And… we’ll discuss that when it happens,” Mack advises, smirking at me.
“Men!” Shelly exclaims as she moves to the refrigerator. “All I wanted was a cold drink. That’s all, not some long-winded diatribe about household budgets and shit.”
“Somebody needs her caffeine,” Mack teases, earning him a glare. “And with that, I’m off to bed. Your brothers aren’t much for sleep, which is probably why Gopher got hurt.”
“We work hard so we can play harder,” I retort. “We’re going back to bed, too.”
“Lalalalala, I can’t hear you,” Mack says as he plugs his ears and leaves the kitchen.
“God, he’s such a child sometimes,” Shelly mutters, making me chuckle.
“Come on, sweetheart, grab your drink and let’s hit the sack.”
“But not to sleep, right?”
“Fuck no.”
“Good to know,” she says as she grabs my hand to head back upstairs. “Because there was a position I was curious about trying.”
And with that, my dick hardens. Time to get busy with my woman once again.
EPILOGUE
