Sweet Rome

Molly pushed out her tongue and I slapped her tight ass. “How is it that even after living in the States for over twenty years, that accent of yours is still as thick as ever?”

“Says you! There’s no shaking that southern drawl out of you, is there?”

Oh, she was just asking for trouble.

Gripping her thighs, I pulled her to straddle my waist, making her moan as I instantly ground my c**k against her core, my hands locked on her cheeks, and I hushed out, “I should take you to the old cabin and f**k the living shit outta you for old time’s sake. There’s something in the Bama water that makes me want to own every f**kin’ part of you, to fill every hole.”

“Well, I think the new owners might have something to say about that,” she muttered, trying to restrain herself from moaning out loud.

“I couldn’t give a shit about the new owners!” I said curtly, and my eyes closed when she began rocking back and forth against my dick.

“I’ll take you right here, Mol. Don’t think I won’t,” I threatened, this time without humor, as I dragged my teeth along my bottom lip, my hands dropping from Mol’s face to squeeze and nip at her br**sts.

“It’s good that you still want me after all these years. Four kids aren’t exactly flattering on a woman’s body.”

I laid kisses along the side of her neck, licking and biting as I went. “Are you f**kin’ kidding me? You’re so damn hot it’s unreal. Christ, I want you more now than ever.”

“Yeah, again, four kids kind of shows that! You’re insatiable, always have been.”

My eyebrows danced. “Wanna try for number five?”

I was deadly serious.

“Not a bloody chance!”

My break of laughter relaxed her. I knew she loved having kids, adored being a momma, but she kept telling me that three boys under the age of seven and a pubescent teenage girl was quite enough to deal with alongside being a full-time professor.

“Just so you know, though, I’m ready when you are. I want as many children as we can produce,” I said meaningfully. I loved having a huge family and would pop one out a year if I had my way. I loved being a daddy. It was the best damn thing in the world.

Those caramel eyes narrowed in jest. “You’re trying for your own football team, aren’t you?”

“Yep, and that’s a hell of a lotta kids. We need a strong offense, defense, oh, and the special teams of course…” Mol giggled and shut me up by smashing her lips against mine.

“Eww! That’s gross!” A high-pitched shriek stilled us both and we rolled our heads to the side, taking in the face of our disgusted, shocked daughter glaring at our compromising position.

If that Asher kid was back, I was gonna castrate the f**ker.

Immediately straightening her hair, Molly went to move off my lap, but I held on tightly to her waist, whispering in her ear, “Do not move unless you want to scar our girl for life.” I knew the moment she felt it, my hardness, and she couldn’t help but blush as she kept still, hiding my… umm… awkward situation.

“What do you need, honey?” Molly asked, feigning normalcy.

Taylor shook her head in horror, her attitude still in place from before. “I’ve been calling for you both, but you never heard me. Now I can see why!” Molly glanced down at me and we had to force ourselves not to laugh at our daughters reprimand.

“Whatever. Look, you’re the main feature on the nightly news, I thought you’d wanna know. It’s about Daddy taking the QB coaching job at the Tide. And you too, Momma, ’bout you becoming a professor at UA, and that you’ve both taken positions at the same school. Said they’re gonna tell the story of your life or something.”

Molly turned to me and raised her eyebrows. “You know about this?”

I didn’t have a clue and shook my head in bewilderment.

“We’ll be there soon, princess. You go on back inside.” Taylor turned and ran back inside without looking back.

Molly immediately jumped off my lap and ran her hand across her forehead. “I wonder what they’ll be saying?”

Even after all this time, she hated being the center of attention.

I stood, fixing my jeans, and held out my hand for her to take. “Let’s go see, eh?” Clasping her hand in mine, we followed the path to the house and straight into the family room. Our four kids were lined up on the huge black leather sectional, their eyes glued to the screen. And Mol froze on the spot, a loving smile ghosting her lips.