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I stood in my kitchen, a beer bottle dangling from my fingers. My father was in a chair he’d pulled out, a cup of coffee he barely drank sitting cold on the table. “What is taking them so long?” he muttered as he looked at his watch. “We were supposed to leave ten minutes ago.”
Both Georgia and her mother, Mabel, were in the bedroom getting ready. Still.
“My wife is normally a lot quicker than this,” I gloated. “It’s probably your wife who’s going to make us late.”
“You’re probably right,” Dad grumbled, but his cheerful voice said he was anything but annoyed. Mabel was my father’s first love, and when they reconnected around the same time Georgia and I did, I couldn’t have been happier for them. I still am, despite them acting like two horny teenagers. “Don’t know how many times I have to tell her she can’t fix perfection, but she still takes forever with those curlers and putting on rouge.”
“What the hell is rouge?”
“The color she puts on her cheeks.”
I chuckled. “You mean blush?”
“No. Rouge.”
“Whatever.” I took a swig of my beer and dumped the rest down the drain. “Did you see Baker this morning?”
A smile stretched across his face. “He came over for breakfast.”
“Good.” My youngest brother had some issues he’d been working through and hadn’t been home much in the past few years. He was starting to come around again, and everyone was finally glad to have him back. Dad felt responsible for Baker leaving in the first place, so he was beyond thrilled to have his baby boy home again. “He’s supposed to be there tonight, too.”
“I still can’t believe today’s happening.”
“What?” I asked. “Paris getting married?”
A solemn look crossed his face. “But without her daddy here. A lot’s changed around this town recently, but Donovan not being around for his little girl’s wedding makes me sad for her. Despite what she went through, I’m sure it’ll be difficult for her.”
“I hate to say it, but it’s probably for the better.”
“I guess.” He nodded. “Finally. Took y’all long enough…” His voice trailed off when Mabel walked into the room. She wore a very modest plum-colored dress with short sleeves made of lace. “Worth the wait as always, My Belle… you’re stunning.” Dad got to his feet and strolled over to her, telling me on the way, “We’ll meet y’all in the car.”
Once they were outside, I crossed my arms and did a long, slow sweep of my wife. Her dress was a peachy-pink color. It had no sleeves and a slit on one side of the tight, knee-length skirt. “Remind me again why we agreed to ride with them?”
“What do you mean?”
“Because I’d really like to hike that skirt up and see what color your panties are before I ripped them in half.” I dropped my arms and started walking toward her. “I’d keep them in my pocket, and then when I couldn’t take it anymore, knowing there was nothing in my way, all I’d have to do is bend you over, and I’d be inside you in a matter of seconds. I bet you’d be soaked, waiting for my cock all night.”
She arched a brow. “You think so, huh?”
“I know so, baby.” I came to a halt when the tip of my dress shoe almost touched the open toe of her gold heels. Gliding my finger down the side of her face, I brushed it over her lips, down her neck, between her breasts, and then pulled the silky fabric out and groaned. “Tell me, do your panties match that sexy as fuck white lace?”
She pushed up on her toes, kissed my jaw, then settled her lips by my ear. “Who said I was wearing any?”
My cock swelled, and before I could react, she ran away, laughing. “Dammit, Gigi. Get back here.”
“Nope. We’re already late.” She made it to the porch, and I took a deep breath before going out behind her and locking the door.
Mabel was in the back seat, and Georgia slid in next to her. I narrowed my eyes at my little tease of a wife as I got in the passenger seat and slammed the door harder than intended. “Ready to go?” Dad asked cheerfully.
“Yeah. I’m ready. Gigi, you ready, baby?” I tilted my head. “You sure you didn’t forget anything?”
Her already pink cheeks got darker, and she crossed her legs. “Nope, I didn’t forget a thing.”
Dad pulled out of the driveway, and I tried to participate in the small talk, but all I could think about was my wife sitting feet away from me with nothing covering her sweet pussy. My phone vibrated, and when I saw her name flash on the screen, I glanced back to find her deep in conversation with her mother.
I opened the text to read one word.
White.
