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TYSON

Eighteen years later

I exit the master bathroom to find our bed empty. Frowning, I shrug on my button-up and make my way down the hallway to the kitchen. My wife stands at the stove cooking breakfast while our son stands next to her texting away on his cell.

“Good morning,” I say cheerfully.

“Morning,” he mumbles, not bothering to look up.

My wife’s eyes meet mine, and she gives me a big smile. “Morning.” Abandoning the stove, she walks toward me, and I meet her halfway. Pushing her dark hair out of her face, I cup her cheeks and lean down, giving her a long kiss, hoping she understands that I’m about to drag her back to bed and bury myself between her thighs. She’s been mine long enough to know that I like to start my day with her screaming my name.

“Gross,” Halston whines, and pockets his cell.

I pull away from my wife, smiling, and look around the kitchen and dining room. “Where’s your sister?” I wonder.

“She stayed with Annaleigh last night,” he answers.

My wife goes back over to the stove to finish what she was doing. I pull out my phone and track Hartlyn’s car but frown when I see it’s in our garage.

“How do you know Hartlyn stayed with Annaleigh last night?” I ask Halston.

His baby-blue eyes meet mine. He’s on my side. He and I are a united front in this house. We protect the women we love, and no matter how much he and his sister fight, he’d kill for her without thought. “Annaleigh picked her up last night. They were going to see a movie and then stay over at her parents’.”

I pull up Sin’s number.

ME: Was Hartlyn at your house last night?

You can never be too careful. Lake would kill me if she knew I have a tracker on Hartlyn’s car, but that’s one fight I’m not afraid to have with Lake. She argues we have to trust them. Fuck that shit. I know what boys her age think about. I was once one, and in our world, you can never be too careful.

“I’ve got a meeting with Blakely today,” Lake tells me as I put my cell away.

“What time do I need to be there?” I ask her. She and Blake are starting their own business.

After my wife had our children, she wanted to stay home with them. It was important to her that our kids grew up with a different life than we had. And I couldn’t argue with her on that. As a parent, you want what’s best for your children. We are still a Lord and Lady, and our kids will never be what society considers “normal.”

They’re about to graduate high school. Halston and Hartlyn plan on attending Barrington University. Halston wants to be a Lord, and although my wife isn’t happy about it, we’ve raised him and his sister to have a mind of their own. To make their own choices.

Choices have consequences. I’ve told him just like my father told me. I can only hope that he doesn’t make the same mistakes I did. But if given the chance, I’d make them all again if it meant I’d get Lake in the end.

“Oh, you don’t have to…”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” I interrupt Lake, kissing her on the cheek and slap her ass, making her squeal in surprise.

“I’m off to school.” Halston rolls his eyes, grabs his backpack off the counter, and walks out of the kitchen.

“We love you,” Lake calls out. “Have a great day.”

“What about me?” I wrap my arms around her from behind.

“What about you?” She laughs.

“You know what would make my day great?” I ask, dropping my lips to her neck. “You and me in our bed.”

“Mm-hmm,” she mumbles.

“Your shaking legs wrapped around my neck…your cum on my face.” She moans, her ass pushing into my hard cock. “My idea of a great day is knowing your cunt…”

Her cell phone rings, cutting me off, and Blakely lights up the screen. “I have to take this.” Picking it up, she walks away from me. “How was your trip?” she asks in greeting. “Oh my gosh, that’s awesome. I bet she’s excited—”

I pick up a piece of bacon and pop it into my mouth while I listen to them talk about their meeting later on today. My eyes scan over my wife. She’s wearing one of my T-shirts that hangs off one shoulder. I can see her hard nipples through the thin material, letting me know my words were affecting her, and a pair of cotton shorts. No makeup on and her hair up in a messy bun.

Fuck, she’s so goddamn gorgeous.

I’m still obsessed with her. I can’t keep my hands off her. I wanted to have more kids after the twins were born, but it just wasn’t in the cards for us. I’d never say it out loud, but Luke did us a favor by having Jackson show up at the Minson Hotel on the day of our wedding. I love my wife and kids. Just when I thought I’d lost what future I could have, Lake gave me something that I could have never dreamed of.

When she was a few months pregnant, I asked her what she wanted to do with her life. Tears welled up in her eyes when she answered. “Spend it with you.” I reassured her I wasn’t going anywhere. No matter what, she’s stuck with me until the day I die.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out to see it’s a text from Easton.

Sin: Does Hartlyn like coffee?

I frown as I read over it a second time but respond. What’s that have to do with what I asked him?

Me: No. She hates it.

He reads it and responds immediately.

Sin: That’s what I thought.

I’m about to ask him what the fuck coffee has to do with my daughter, but Lake gets my attention as she ends her call with Blake.

My eyes fall to her hard nipples once again, putting my cell away. Sin can wait.

Her eyes meet mine. “What?” she asks, nibbling on her bottom lip.

I walk over to her, grip her bare thighs, and pick her up off her feet. She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her off toward our room as her laughter fills our home.

I’ve got two hours before I have to be at work. I took over the Minson empire years ago, and although I like my job, I’d much rather spend my days with my wife naked and tied to our bed, begging me to fuck her until she’s so exhausted, I have to carry her to the bathroom to bathe her.

Kicking the bedroom door shut with my shoe, I throw her onto the bed, and she immediately sits up, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it off. Then she’s lifting her hips and pushing her shorts and underwear down her tan legs.

I reach over and open up the nightstand, pulling out what I know she wants. Standing in front of her still fully dressed, she’s lies back on her elbows completely naked, her beautiful blue eyes on mine and the corner of her lips twitch as she fights the urge to smirk.

Holding up what’s in my hand, her eyes grow heavy, her lips part, and her breathing picks up when she sees the collar. She still wears it for me every now and then, and I love how much she wants me to use her. “Are you ready, little darling?”

THE END

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