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“You know, Kane, as far as ‘I’m sorry for banging your daughter’ briskets go, this one is fucking good,” Dad says, shoveling another mouthful into his mouth.
“Garrick,” Mom berates Dad, smacking him in the stomach. “You did not just say that.”
“What?” Dad scoffs, some of his prized brisket flying out of this mouth. “It’s a good brisket.”
“I’m referring to the part about our daughter. Yes, we’re happy for them, but I never want to hear you talking about banging and them again.”
“But—”
“No buts, Garrick. Now apologize.”
“Sorry for saying your ‘I’m sorry for banging your daughter’ brisket is good.”
“How about we all stop with the apologies and just enjoy the rest of the evening?” Kane says.
“Agreed,” Mom and I say in unison.
Thankfully, after that, the rest of the evening goes smoothly and there’s no more banging talk, well, that is until it’s just Kane and me. We’ve just climbed into bed when he says, “Sooo, Sunshine, shall we bang?”
ChapterForty-Three
… six months later
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I bellow down the phone.
“No, Kane, I’m not fucking kidding you. Like we predicted, Bitchifer refused to sign the papers, again, but don’t fret, this time, to quote you, ‘we aren’t backing down’. This time we will take it before a judge and unless she pulls some miracle out of her ass, in as little as thirty days, you sir, could be divorced.”
“I’ll believe it when I hold that signed piece of paper in my hot little hands. Alex, you have permission to throw everything into this. I want to be rid of Danica Heard.”
Hanging up from Alex, I walk upstairs and into my bedroom. I’ve already showered and I’m waiting on Calliope. Tonight, we are all heading to the country club for my forty-sixth birthday. I would have been happy to just stay at home, order Chinese, and chillax on the back patio, especially when I walk into the en suite bathroom and see my woman in the sexiest pink—of course—lingerie set. “Fuck me, Sunshine, you are a vision,” I voice as I step behind her and rest my hands on her hips.
My gaze tracks down her body’s reflection in the mirror. I want nothing more than to pull at the petite bows sitting on her hips with my teeth, remove her panties, and have my way with her before we get to dinner, but I know Calliope, she won’t allow that to happen before we go out.
My gaze finally lands on her beautiful face and we silently stare at one another in the mirror. Lifting my hands, I cup her boobs and squeeze before gently tugging on her nipples through the lace of her bra. “Is this new?” I whisper, biting her earlobe.
“You know it is,” she breathlessly pants, grinding her ass into my crotch. “You sent it to me with a card that read ‘Happy Birthday to Me.’”
“Ohh, yes, yes I did … and I have to say, seeing you in this, is the best birthday present. I cannot wait to unwrap you later.”
Spinning around, she drapes her arms over my shoulders. “Would you like a little peek now?”
“Do we have time?” I ask, my cock thickening in my pants at the thought of peeling Calliope out of this sexy set.
“It’s your birthday, do you care if you’re late?”
“Fuck no,” I declare as I slip my finger under her bra strap.
“Uh-uh,” she tuts, stepping back. “I’m running this unwrapping, now, go and sit on the bed or the armchair, birthday boy’s choice, while I finish up.”
“Fine,” I relent, “but hurry up.”
Walking into the bedroom, I unbutton my pants and remove my shirt. Dropping on to the edge of the bed, I flop back and stare at the ceiling, eagerly awaiting my present.
The beat to “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails begins to play and immediately I lift up to my elbows and I have to say, I like, no fucking love, what I see. Calliope has covered herself with THAT robe and she’s leaning against the doorframe to the en suite, arching her back and pressing her tits out. Her hips sway side to side in sync with the music. Pushing off the frame, she spins around and shakes her ass at me. Leaning forward, the robe lifts, exposing her G-string-clad ass. She snaps back upright and spins to face me. Her hips, once again, rocking side to side. She takes a step toward me and I sit up straighter. I don’t know where to look.
Her sex fueled face.
Her long, lean, sexy legs encased in the shoes I bought her for graduation.
