“Jules and Nix will be with me. They worship the twins, so they won’t be bad around them.”
“We should move the pair of them in here if that’s the case,” Keela said, making me snort.
When Enzo left the house, it was so quiet I could hear myself think ... that hardly ever happened. I stared at my wife, my eyes roaming over her body hungrily. I thanked God she wore pyjamas shorts; her legs were soft, supple, and though she was on the short side, her legs were long, and I loved them. My eyes travelled up to her cute ass next, then her tiny waist, then to her mass of thick red curls.
“How do you get sexier with each passing day?”
Keela looked over her shoulder and locked eyes with me.
“Have ye’ been watchin’ me again, playboy?”
I raised my brows. “Kitten, I watch your fine self every chance I get. Now come here and give daddy some loving.”
She wiped her hands dry on a tea towel and walked towards me, her hips swaying from side to side. She had a grin on her face, and I knew right away that she wanted to fuck me. I straightened up when she gripped the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. She had no bra on, so her bare breasts drew a groan from me. This was my wife’s one insecurity. After have so many babies and breastfeeding them all, they weren’t as perky as they were when we first met, and telling her that was perfectly natural wouldn’t have worked so I worshiped them just as much I did when I first laid eyes on them because I loved them just as much now as I did then.
The second Keela was in touching distance, I reached around and snagged her by her waist. She laughed as she kicked off her pyjamas shorts and straddled my thighs as I took a rosy pink nipple in my mouth. Her breathy sigh of satisfaction made my cock hard. When her hands slid from my shoulders down my bare back, I hissed against her breasts. When she gently raked her nails over my sensitive flesh, my body involuntarily bucked. My wife knew what touching my back did to me, and she knew it well.
I stood, making her laugh as she wrapped her legs around me. I grinned up at her, but my smile disappeared when I heard a high-pitched cry. Both my wife and I jumped with fright.
“Mammy!”
Keela gasped. “Miller!
I set Keela down and ran out to the hallway with my heart in my throat. I came to a sliding stop when I found my youngest son in the arms of my big brother. Ryder was trying to soothe Miller, but he was too far into his sobbing to calm down for him. When my son locked eyes on me, he cried louder. I took him when he reached for me.
“What happened?”
“He fell and hit the back of his head playing tag with the twins in the yard.” Ryder frowned, placing his hand on his hips. “I checked, and he has no cut, just a small bump.”
I hugged Miller to my chest and swayed him from side to side to calm him, and I caught the moment my brother looked down at my boxers and used his hand to hide a grin. I looked down and saw the tent I was sporting. Excellent.
“Don’t,” I warned, looking back up at my brother. “She’ll kill you if you make jokes when he’s crying this much.”
Keela appeared next to me, fully dressed and cooing as she took our son from me. Ryder and I were forgotten as Miller became my wife’s sole focus. She wandered off into the living room, and it didn’t take long for her to calm Miller down. His crying slowed down until he was just sniffling. Ryder and I leaned against the doorway as we watched Keela work her magic.
“Interrupted playtime, did we?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “It’s cool, though, as long as he is okay.”
I fixed my boxers, glad my erection wasn’t an issue anymore. Hearing my son’s cry and realising he was hurt killed it instantly.
“I’ll call later to see how he is,” Ryder said. “I have to take the rest of the tribe to soccer soon.”
I clapped my hands on his shoulder. “Thanks, bro.”
Ryder left, and I joined my wife and son on our couch. When I sat down, Miller climbed onto my stomach and lay his head on my chest. Keela smiled at him when he sat up and looked at my bare chest. This prompted my son to strip out of his tiny little soccer outfit. I laughed when he was down to his cute little Batman boxers and lay back down on my chest, getting himself comfortable. There were three Slater kids who hated wearing clothes. Miller and my nephews Israel and Rafe loved to be in their birthday suits whenever possible.