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The kids are going to a field party, typical for after a Friday night football game for our small town. They don’t hide the fact of where they’re heading, but they also don’t plan to divulge all the details of the party, either. But we trust Grady; he’s focused and dedicated to staying on the straight and arrow.
“Hadn’t planned on it,” Grady replies, looking into Bri’s eyes and placing his arm around her shoulders.
She blushes slightly but beams up at him.
“Bye everyone,” they both call out, and the parents all say their goodbyes.
Chapter Eight
Barrett
Everyone’s gone home from our after-game party. Maggie is spending the night at a friend’s house and, miracle of all miracles, so is Harper. Well, she’s staying at Lauren and Josh’s house. I have a feeling I know how that came to play, but I’m not gonna even bring myself to care that I know Tess discussed our lack of sex lately with Lauren. Hell, I talked to Josh about the same thing. And they’re good friends. They’ve been there once upon a time. Plus, they love Harper and her energy. They seemed excited to have her overnight.
I walk into our bedroom and notice that Tess has candles of all colors, shapes, and sizes lit around the room. I wish I had thought about doing that. I’ve been so focused on getting to the sex part that I’ve neglected the rest of it. She deserves the world, and I know I need to step up my game. I scroll through my phone and find some music to help set the mood that she’d already begun. After finding what I’m looking for, I place it on the docking station that doubles as my charger and alarm clock.
I’m stripping down to my clothes, just what the song is telling me to do, when my beautiful bride walks into the bedroom from the bathroom. Naked. Now, she could have slid on something sexy, like a nighty or lacy thing that pushes her boobs up, but any man will tell you this is way better. So much better, in fact, that I’m suddenly naked. No idea how I managed to get the rest of my clothes stripped so quickly, my clothes flung all over the room. I briefly think that I hope I didn’t throw anything on a candle but a quick sniff tells me nothing is on fire — except for the spark that ignited between us the second I caught sight of her. She’s beautiful. Even better, she’s mine.
She’s had my heart since I held her hand the day she let me take her home from school when I was just seventeen years old. I was a goner then by that one touch. Then, the next night on our first official date, when we were crossing the street to go to the movie theater, her letting me hold her hand was all it took for my heart to race and my mind to go foggy.
“C’mere,” I command, knowing my girl loves it when I’m a little more demanding in the bedroom. She complies quickly by sauntering over to where I stand next to the bed. I pick her up and throw her playfully on the mattress. She laughs loudly, the sound a direct line to my quickly growing hardness, but it dies quickly when I crawl over top of her and press myself closer to her, not entering her just yet. I know as soon as I do it will all be over.
My mouth descends on hers, and I quickly slip my tongue into her mouth. Mine. I pin her hands above her head and grind myself into her, my message clear as to where this is going.
“Please.” She breathes out when my mouth moves from hers down to her neck, her collarbone, her bare breasts. They’ve gotten bigger, fuller over time. They’re amazing, and I prepare to ravish them.
“Not yet, sweetheart. You know I won’t last,” I mumble around her soft skin and grab her wrist when I feel her hand gliding down my stomach to where I want her the most.
Her back arches off the bed, pressing herself into me even farther. “Just… d-do something, Barrett. Please. I need you. So bad…” Her voice is a whimper and she wraps her legs around me, holding me to her.
“I need you, too. But first I’m going to take my time with you.”
“After. We have all night. I just need to feel you first. We’ll go slow next time.”
I can’t hardly argue with that. Still straddling her, I reach into the nightstand for a condom. Yes, I bought them. I wasn’t joking with her when I said I won’t last and, even knowing we have all night and we aren’t going to be a one-and-done couple tonight, I’m not about to let this end after thirty seconds. She raises an eyebrow at me when she sees the little foil package, and we laugh as we both fumble around with it like it’s our first time. We’ve been married for over twenty years now. We haven’t used condoms for over twenty years, but I meant it when I said I want this to last, and it might help to not be skin on skin right away. After retrieving the condom from its gold wrapper, she lifts her body up and takes it out of my hand before sliding it over my…
Ring… ring…
“Who the hell is calling!?” I shout my frustration.
“Ignore it,” she pleads and reaches for me again. But the damn thing will not quit ringing. As soon as it quiets, the caller apparently picks back up again and calls right away.
I look over at my phone and see Cole’s name lit up and immediately my heart sinks. I grab the phone off the dock and quickly hit Go.
“Cole? What’s wrong?” I answer in lieu of hello.
That gets Tess’s attention. She sits up immediately, worry lacing her beautiful face, her body still exposed to me.
“It’s Grady,” he chokes out. Two words. That’s all it takes. Our evening plans long forgotten, my heart now sits in my stomach.
Tess’s eyes are burning into me apparently wondering what it is that has me in such a panic, and, more than likely, she notices that the blood has run from my face.
“What is it?” she asks, her tiny hand resting on my forearm to gain my attention. I put the phone on speaker so whatever I’m about to hear come from my firstborn’s mouth is nothing that I have to repeat.
“Cole. What’s going on?” I ask, staring into Tess’s worried eyes.
“There was… dammit. Dad, he was in a fight. Brandon just called me. I guess some dill hole — that Dawson kid? Well, he tried hitting on Bri. Which would have been fine, I suppose, if he had kept his hands to himself. When he got a little too handsy, and when I say handsy, I actually mean the prick actually hit her when she pushed him away, well that’s when Grady lost it. Brandon said he wasn’t drinking, which isn’t shocking since he never drinks but also is beside the point and at the same time a good thing, considering everything else. Anyway, when he heard what happened and saw the red mark on Bri’s face from where this little punk hit her after she told him no, he lost all sense of reason. It took Brandon, Matt, and Nick to pull him off him. As far as I know, Dawson’s fine — just beat up, which the little punk deserved — but, Dad, the police were called. He’s at the police station. They arrested him for assault.”
Chapter Nine
