Chapter 7

Oh Holy Awesome

Thanks to Anna giving my family the green light to stay as long as they wanted, two months later, my home was still full of visitors. Every single room was being used up by various relatives who’d decided to “visit” and refused to leave.

Anna’s parents were staying with Kiera and Kellan. Kiera said that was because our house was too crowded, but Anna let it slip that the real reason they were staying over there was because they preferred Kellan over me.

She didn’t say it quite like that. She’d merely said they “had a few issues with my personality.” What? I had an awesome personality, so that couldn’t really be it. They were just wrapped up in the Kellan Kyle fantasy, like everybody else.

That really irritated me. I was the coolest person I knew, and certainly Martin and Caroline would come to know that if they spent a little more time with me. I didn’t see what problem they could possibly have with me anyway. I’d married their daughter, given her an awesome home to live in, and impregnated her with two of my very best seeds. What more could they ask of a husband? I should be on their Most Awesome Person in the World list.

Anna had deep bags under her eyes as she bounced Onnika in her arms. “Griffin, I’ve had about as much of this as I can take. When are they leaving?”

We were in our room, where Onnika slept in a bassinet by the bed. We were eventually going to move her upstairs in a room next to Gibson, but Anna wasn’t ready to be that far away from her yet. Me either, although I was looking forward to having sex in my bed again. When Anna had felt ready to resume the horizontal mambo, we’d moved over to the closet to complete the act. I just couldn’t have sex in the same room as my kid, no matter the age. I never would have thought I’d have a sexual Achilles’ heel, but I guess I did.

I knew what Anna meant by her statement. Even with our bedroom door closed, I could hear people talking, laughing, shouting, running, watching TV, stomping, eating, playing, and somewhere, someone was crying. I needed a bigger house.

Shrugging, I told her, “I don’t know when they’re leaving. You kind of told them they could stay as long as they wanted. I think some of them are planning on moving in.” A few of my cousins had jokingly said that when they’d noticed the pool and tennis court. At least, I was pretty sure they were joking. I might have to deal with squatters in the near future.

Anna gave me a look born from exhaustion, a look that said she was frying my manhood in her mind. “I do not remember saying that. Or anything even close to that. I think you told them it was fine to stay longer, which goes against our negotiations. So, according to the rules, I have one free win to use at my discretion.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t say shit to anybody.” Except my sister, Chelsey, but I didn’t mention that. “You were the one feeling all lovey-dovey in the hospital.”

“I was doped up on baby juice. That doesn’t count.”

She closed her eyes, and I saw the tears forming. She was so tired. I’d told her in the beginning that she’d be less tired with everyone around, but that just wasn’t the case. Anna felt the need to entertain them, and while they did help with Onnika and Gibson during the day, Anna was still the one getting up all night long with Onnika. I’d tried to talk her into napping whenever she could, but she said it was too loud, she couldn’t sleep. I wished there was something I could do to help her, but I was stuck. She’d opened the hospitality doors, and I couldn’t shut them. Not on family.

Pulling Onnika from her arms, I gently placed her in the bassinet. She was such a beautiful baby—thick dark hair that curled at the ends, eyes that were turning greener every day, and pink chubby cheeks that must have been kissed fourteen million times by now. It was difficult to put her aside, but my wife was having a panic attack. I needed to soothe her.

Onnika was a pretty mellow baby, so she didn’t object too much when I put her down. Anna slumped over, like she had nothing left. I pulled her into my arms, and she loosely wrapped herself around me. “I can’t do this, Griffin,” she muttered while I stroked her back.

“Sure you can,” I told her. “You’re one of the toughest chicks I know, Anna. You deal with my shit, you handled being pregnant all on your own when you found out the first time, you started moving into management at Hooters until I started raking in the dough and you didn’t need to work. You’re an amazing mom to Gibson and a pretty fucktastic wife. There’s nothing you can’t do, babe.”

When I pulled back to look at her, she was smiling. “Yeah?”

Nodding, I leaned down to kiss her. “Yeah.” Our lips moved together for a few moments. When we pulled apart, I ran my lips to her ear. “I want to take you in the closet, run my hands all over you, sink myself inside your wet pussy, and stroke you until you fall apart. Then I want you to take a nap, while I handle the girls.”

I peeked over to her eyes, and they were glossier than before. She gave me a hard nod, like she really, really wanted what I’d just offered. I wasn’t sure which part she wanted most—the sex or the nap—but I didn’t care. The curves of her body were pressed against mine, and all I could think of was her nipple in my mouth, her hand around my cock. Fuck, I wanted her so bad.

We both looked over at Onnika in her bassinet. She was watching a mobile dangling above it. Anna turned it on so it would twirl and play music, then we headed over to the closet. Mom and Chelsey were entertaining Gibson, so I wasn’t worried about her needing anything as I closed the closet door. For once, Anna and I might be able to have sex during daylight hours without an interruption. Just the thought made me throb. God, I couldn’t wait to touch her.

There was a chaise lounge in our closet now. Or sex couch, as Liam called it. He was totally right too. It was a sex couch, and whenever I passed by it, my dick twitched. Anna yawned as she ran her hand over the back of the couch. I wondered if I’d be a better husband by leaving her alone so she could take a nap in here, but I wasn’t that awesome. I wanted sex.

She shimmied out of her yoga pants, then pulled her long-sleeved shirt over her head. She was wearing a lacy red bra and matching underwear, and I instantly stopped worrying about just letting her sleep. No one who didn’t want to be nailed wore underclothes like that. “Fuck, baby, you look amazing.”

“Yeah?” A tired smile brightened her face as she ran her hands over her curves. She wasn’t back to her pre-baby body yet, but I didn’t fucking care. What she was showing me right now was hotter than the rest of the female population. If I didn’t get inside her soon, I might need surgery to correct the internal damage going on.

Unzipping my pants, I showed her my raging hard-on. “Yeah. Lie down…relax.”

With another small yawn, she removed the remaining pieces of clothes and then did as I asked. Only, she didn’t casually lie on the couch, like I thought she would. No, she straddled it, then lay back with her feet resting on the floor and her legs wide open. Holy fuck. The Promised Land was right in front of me, and I gave myself a few long strokes as I stared in awe at what was being offered. Un-fucking-believable.

Anna yawned again as she stretched out, and I knew that I might lose her to sleep if I didn’t get moving. Stopping my own self-exploration, I ripped off my clothes and tossed them aside. Her eyes were closed, but she smiled when I finally touched her. “Mmmmmm.” A satisfied groan left her as my hands traveled up her warm, supple body. I straddled one of her legs, mainly to stop myself from nestling between them and thrusting into her. I wanted this to be about her, about relaxing her, about bringing her body so much pleasure that she’d be too exhausted to open her eyes afterward.