Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“You’re home,” she whispers, turning around slowly after giving our boys one more look.
“I am. I missed you, beautiful.” I push off the doorframe and move into the room, closing the distance between us.
“I missed you too.” She slides her arms around me and I drag her in close, bringing my lips down on hers, kissing her deeply. Growling, I scoop her up by the back of her thighs, and she giggles. One of the mattresses moves and I grunt, “Oh shit, the boys.”
I slowly sneak out of the room with my woman in my arms, carrying her to our bedroom.
“Put me down. I’m heavy.”
“The hell you are. You’re a feather, but as it happens, this is the place I want you.” I lay her down on the bed and climb on top.
“You’re sweaty, Mr. Miller.”
Although my wife doesn’t like violence in general because of her past and tough guys kind of scare her, she finds me sexy as hell in the cage. She gets all fucking soaking wet when my muscles are flexed and I’m delivering an ass-whooping to someone.
Even though I’ve retired, I decided to open a training facility of my own. After what happened with my manager, having a good one who didn’t need the money was something guys in the industry needed. He was banned from working as a professional manager and his name went up in smoke in the industry, so he’s off trying to hook smaller people in the underground markets and it’s failing. Thankfully, the Riders are keeping tabs on him just in case he gets out of pocket, but things are good.
As for my work, I only train men in the facility, and any women are trained by female trainers, but I have yet to hire any. It’s just started, and we only have three fighters.
“I might have thrown a few punches, and a few pins.” My lips twitch, pressing my hips firmly into hers.
“Yes,” she says, thighs clenching under me.
“Does that turn you on, wife?” I reach between us and cup her pussy. Her tight leggings need to get lost. I slide my fingers under the material. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
“I like watching you get all sweaty.”
“Good, because we’re about to get nice and sweaty.”
Tina
“Dr. Miller to the nurse’s desk, please.” That never gets old. The past sixteen years have changed everything. With our two sets of twin boys and girls coming back to back, we decided to stop having babies. Now, our oldest two are learning to drive. When they were both in school, Mike told me to do what made me happy and I wanted to be a doctor, so at twenty-eight, I was back in med school, and now I’ve been practicing medicine for several years.
I walk to the nurse’s station and see my son and husband. “Oh, no. What happened?” I gasp, cupping my son’s face that has a light bruise on his cheek.
Mike clamps his lips shut. “He got into a fender bender.”
“It wasn’t my fault,” he instantly exclaimed.
“It actually wasn’t, but I got him looked at. He’s all good.”
Slapping my hands on my hips, I stare at the man I’ve loved for nearly half my life. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I didn’t want to bother you unless it was necessary.” I cross my arms and huff. He’s lying to me and I don’t know whether to scream or cry, but I’m at work, so I maintain my professional composure. Mike groans, but he doesn’t come up to me like he normally would. “Baby girl, I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to stress you out for no reason.”
“So there’s nothing wrong with you?” I ask my son, who doesn’t seem to have any injuries with the exception of a little square bandage on his forehead and the tiny bruise.
“I’m good, but Dad’s not.” Mike gives him a look that means he’s in trouble.
“What? You were in the car too? What’s wrong?”
“He got hit harder,” my good boy answers for him.
“I’m fine.” He plays it off, but I know better. We’ve been married so long and when we’re in a room together he can’t keep his hands off me, even when I’m at work.
“The hell you are.” I went around the large station where Mike had pushed a wheelchair out of the way, so I couldn’t see it initially.
“Mr. Miller, it’s time for you to get back in bed,” Nurse Susie says, coming up from around the corner, looking adorable in her uniform, and eyeing my husband too fucking long. He’s not even looking at her; his eyes haven’t left mine.
“I’ve got him.” I grab the wheelchair and stick it behind him. “Sit.”
“It’s not your job,” she huffs.
“Did you not hear my wife?” Mike snarls, taking a seat in the chair.
I turn toward the bitch and say, “Honey, if you come anywhere near my husband, you’re going to need a wheelchair. I’ve dealt with women like you my entire marriage. He’s not interested, so move along.” It pisses me off that so many whores are out there intentionally trying to ruin marriages. Men and women stray, but damn, when hookers throw themselves in their path like that it’s like they need a cunt shot from my killer heeled boots.