“What in the fuck is my woman doing now?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, asshole?” Nicole mutters back at me, slamming the lid to the washing machine.

Damn. When my woman gets her panties in a twist she lets it hang out there. All these years together and she still gives me her lip. I don’t know why I like it, but fuck me I do.

“What’s going on now?” I ask, sighing out my frustration so I don’t react to her with anger. Nicole and I are famous for the way we go at each other and then make up. It’s a hell of a lot of fun, and definitely makes life interesting. Today, however, I don’t have time.

“What’s always going on?” she huffs.

She finishes choosing the settings on the washer, starts it and then turns to look at me. I’ve told her and told her that I pay a girl to clean. I do that shit so she doesn’t have to, and yet she never listens. I walk so that I’m next to her and I literally have to pull the fabric softener from her hands. She finally hands it over, and turns to face me with resignation on her face.

“What did Dom do now?”

“It’s not just Dom, Dragon. Both of your sons are going to kill me.”

“Thomas—”

“Thomas will follow Dom into the fires of hell if his brother wants him to. They’re going to kill me,” she complains.

“Mama, calm down,” I tell her, bringing my hands up to softly cup the sides of her face, drawing her closer to me.

“Easy for you to say. I swear, Dragon, they are driving me insane. I was prepared to take you on, I didn’t know I’d have two boys that would be their daddy made over,” she whines.

I do my best not to smile—I don’t think that would help my case right now.

“What did they do?” I ask, figuring it had to be pretty bad to get Nicole all riled up.

“They got suspended… again,” she admits.

This time I can’t hide the smile on my face. My kids are hellions and they may be giving Nicole some gray hairs, but I fucking love it.

“Dragon! Don’t you dare laugh! This is serious!”

She tries to pull away from me, but I don’t let her. I also laugh—which is probably not a good thing, because it seems to piss her off more. I pull her up into my arms.

“Calm down, Mama. What did they do to get suspended?”

“They followed Gabby into the girl’s restroom, and ran everyone else out.”

I frown thinking that over. I figure there is more to the story. My first thought is that they got caught fucking. If that’s what it was though, Skull would be knocking my damn door down.

“They suspended them for that?”

“No. Gabby ran in there crying so they wanted to check on her.”

“Mama, that don’t sound like a bad thing—”

“It was that damn Walters boy again. He was picking on Gabby and calling her names because of her braces.”

“Is there a point to this, Mama?” If Gabby were mine, I’d be teaching Chuck Walters how to rein his boy in. Since he’s not, there’s not much I can do and I really want to bend my woman over this washing machine before I have to get back to the garage.

“Thomas got mad when Gabby told him,” she says, her sigh resigned.

“Thomas not Dom?”

“Dom too… but it was Thomas who stormed out of the bathroom and found the Walters boy and took it upon himself to take up for Gabby. By the time Gabby and Dom got there, the boy was making fun of Thomas’s stutter.”

“Fuck,” I growl rubbing the side of my neck. I hate that Thomas is having issues. We’ve done what we could to get him help, but he still has speech issues when he’s upset. “So that’s when Dom got involved,” I answer myself, knowing that Dom goes off when anyone picks on his younger brother. Fuck, Dom got held back in school just so he could be in the same grade as Thomas. We tried to stop it, but in the end it was just easier to ask the school to place them together. Nicole didn’t like it, but Dom is a lot like his old man—not that Nicole would ever hear me admit that out loud. When my boy gets something in his head, there’s not a damn thing going to stop him.

“No, he didn’t,” she says and that makes me look up at her, because it’s different.

“He didn’t wear the Walters boy out for making fun of Thomas?” I can’t keep the disappointment out of my voice. I’ve taught my kids that family sticks together. It’s the lesson they need to learn. It’s my hope someday they’ll take over for their old man and they need to learn now that there is strength in brotherhood—especially for them. They have to be strong. They’ve got battles ahead of them, it doesn’t matter if their skin might be a little lighter than their old man’s. Fuck, in this world nothing matters. You live a good life, or try to make a good life for yourself, evil will come after you, eventually. It always does.

“He didn’t need to. Thomas punched him and broke his nose,” Nicole responds, and she’s watching me close so she sees it even before I let the laugh out. “Damn it Dragon, you cannot be proud of Thomas for breaking another boy’s nose!”

“I sure as hell can and you can too. We’ve been trying to get our boy out of his shell for way too long. He needs to learn to take up for himself.”

“Okay, well I’ll admit, that part doesn’t bother me that much.”

“So, that’s why Thomas got suspended, why did Dom—”

“They didn’t get reprimanded for that. It’s when Thomas and Dom pulled the boy over the ground by his hair and made him kiss Gabby’s feet and apologize that they got in trouble.”

“That’s my boys,” I brag.

“Your arrogance is showing, Dragon,” Nicole responds, but she’s laughing and smiling at me.

“It’s good to know a man has boys that will take care of themselves and live a good life, Mama. You gave me good kids, Nicole. Everything you give me is good,” I tell her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and letting my thumb drift along her jawline.

“Don’t get sweet right now, Dragon. Sweet Dragon makes me forget we have a problem with our boys,” Nicole murmurs, but her tongue is darting out to lick her lips. I know what that means. If I check right now, my woman will be wet for me—and you better fucking believe I’m checking.

“Our boys are perfect. So they got suspended for teaching a kid to have manners, it doesn’t—”

“That’s not why they got suspended,” she interrupts. My hands freeze on the waistline of her jean cut-offs. My fingers freeze on the button.

“It’s not?”

“No. The principal had a teacher take the Walters boy to a nurse and then proceeded to round up our boys and Gabby to take into the office. He told the boys he was calling everyone’s parents to discuss what happened.”

“Nicole—”

“Dom and Thomas didn’t feel that Gabby’s parents needed to be called, because she was innocent—their words by the way. And, Dragon, later—after I’ve calmed down from this—you and I are going to discuss why Thomas felt he need to assure me that Gabby was really innocent and hadn’t even been kissed yet, so I didn’t need to worry—”

“Mama—”

“—And that he and Dom are waiting until Gabby is older before they claim her, because you told them that was what real men do.”

“Fuck,” I grumble behind my hand, thinking I need to do some damage control or I’m not going to get lucky. “Mama, don’t go getting all pussy-tight on me.”

“Pussy-tight?” she squeaks.

“Yeah so pissed that you don’t let me inside that sweet little snatch and—”

“That! That talk right there is why our boys are barely in middle school and talking about claiming a girl! You can’t go around talking about snatches! Besides, that’s a gross word,” she grumbles, clearly working herself up and not in the way I like.

“That talk is why we have boys. You going to pretend it doesn’t make you hot, woman?”

“Damn it, Dragon!”

“Tell me when our meeting is with the principal so I can make note, then bend you over this washing machine and fuck you so you’ll be my sweet little Mama again,” I order her, my voice stern.

“I…” her eyes go huge and she stares at me. I see the exact moment her body softens. She’s mine. “We don’t have a meeting. When the principal insisted that Skull and Beth had to be called and used a bad choice of words… Thomas busted his nose. Now they’re suspended for the next week and we all have to have a meeting to see if our boys would be better in an alternative environment.”

“Motherfucker.”

“That’s exactly what I said—and that is your fault too, by the way. Before you came in my life I rarely even said fuck—let alone motherfucker!”

“Mama, why did Thomas hit Principal Adams?”

“He told Thomas that Gabby wasn’t innocent,” she says with a sigh, but she’s not fooling me. This time she’s trying to hide a smile.

“That was a poor choice of words,” I laugh.

“And when Thomas punched him, the principal grabbed his nose and called Thomas a stupid fucking kid—”

“That fucking asshole, I’ll have—”

“Calm down, Dragon. You don’t have to.”

“The hell I don’t! I’ll make that little prick sorry he was ever bo—”

“And—” Nicole says speaking over me as she puts her hands over my mouth so I’m forced to stop talking. I show my displeasure with my face, but I stop. “And,” she says again, softer this time. “That’s when Dom hit him so hard he hit the floor.”

“That’s my boy.”

“When Dom told me what happened, I called the superintendent. We both agreed the boys were better off staying home for the rest of the week.”

“Bullshit,” I grumble, my words muffled against her fingers.

“But, only because apparently Dom’s hit caused some emergency dental surgery for Principal Adams and the superintendent wants him to attend the meeting.”

“Good enough,” I tell her, thinking of all of the ways I’m going to make that fucking principal sorry he was ever born. “I hope he’s sucking soup from a fucking straw for a year,” I growl.

“You’ve lost sight of the problem, Dragon.”

“You’re right. You need to strip.”

“God help me, you realize you’re supposed to be old now and not want sex all the time, right?”

“If I ever stop wanting to put my dick in you Nicole have Dance put a fucking bullet in me.”

“Stop it. That’s not funny.”

“I wasn’t saying it as a joke, woman.”

“Whatever. I don’t even want to think of being without you. I tasted that life briefly and I never want to be left in that position again,” she says and fuck, as long as we’ve been together she still gets a haunted look in her eyes when she talks about those days.

“Got it, Mama,” I whisper, moving her face close to mine and capturing her lips.

I don’t care how long Nic and I have been together, every fucking time I kiss her feels new.

“I don’t know why I love you,” she mumbles against my lips once we break apart.

“Fuck if I do either, Mama, but I’ll never stop being thankful for it.”

“I knew having your babies was going to come back and bite me in the ass…”

My hands move down to her ass and I spread my fingers over the luscious globes and squeeze.

“I fucking love your ass,” I groan, biting at her lips again.

“Dragon, it’s the middle of the day, the boys might find us…” she whispers, but her hands are moving under my T-shirt and pushing it up my body.

I help her tear my shirt off and immediately begin undressing her. We work frantically together, moving fast because we know better than anyone that time alone is hard to get.

“I thought I told you I like it better when you wear dresses,” I growl finally getting her naked.

“Quit complaining and finish getting undressed,” she mutters, undoing my pants. “Dragon!” she squeals as I lift her up on the washing machine. “What are you doing?”

“Getting you ready,” I mumble against her lips.

“I’m more than ready, honey,” she mutters and I grin. Truer words have never been spoken. My woman is already hungry for me—she has been from the very beginning.

I let my fingers drift down to the heart of her. The heat from her sweet little pussy instantly greets me. Traces of her sweet juices are painted along the outside of her cunt, I touch it, gathering it on my finger. And then thrust my fingers deep into her. Her head goes back and she moans, biting down on her lip to try and be quiet. She needn’t bother—I’m going to make sure she’s screaming before we’re through.

Immediately she clamps the muscles of her pussy on my fingers, trying to ride them. I pull my fingers apart, loving the sound of her greedy cunt and her whimpers of need. It’s like music to my soul hearing as they combine—knowing I’m the cause. My cock is so damn hard, my balls hurt. I let my fingers dance over her clit, teasing the pulsing little nub, petting it—praising it.

“Oh fuck, Dragon,” she groans. “I need you,” she huffs, her breath so hot it could burn. “Get inside of me, please, baby,” she urges. Her nails bite into my back as she tries to pull me into her.

“I’m getting there, Mama,” I reassure her. I grab my cock, holding it at the base. “Spread those legs for me, beautiful. Spread for me,” I growl.

It takes her half of a minute. She leans back on the washer on her elbows and opens herself up for me. For a minute I do nothing but take in the beauty that is mine.

There was a time in my life I had prepared myself for settling. Men like me they don’t get gold handed to them. Then, I met Nicole. She was never meant to be mine and was way too fucking good for me. Somehow she saw through the bullshit and chose me. It’s a gift I’ve never taken for granted and one I’ll never give up.

“Dragon,” she whimpers.

“I got you, baby. I got you,” I tell her stroking my cock once and causing a bead of pre-cum to slide over the head. My gaze moves from it back to Nicole’s glistening pussy. I push my cock against her clit and press, rewarded with her moan. Her body jerks and liquid heat paints the inside of her thighs and coats my shaft as I slide against the lips of her pussy. I drag my cock slowly, her sweet juices coat me and I’m hypnotized watching it.

“Dragon, stop teasing me,” Nicole demands, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.

I want to tease her, I want to make this last until she’s begging and mindless of anything but me. I can’t right now. This is a stolen moment with Nicole and even if it wasn’t, I don’t have the patience to wait any longer—not this time.

“Hold onto me, Mama,” I warn her right before I thrust inside of her. Her cries are muted by my growl of victory as I push deep into her. Her walls collapse against my cock, sucking me in deeper, bringing me home.

She wraps her legs tighter around me, the heels of her feet digging into the cheeks of my ass. I can feel the heat moving up my back and my balls are so fucking heavy I need to come more than I’ve ever needed it before. I need to hold on though. I want Nicole to come. I want her to come so fucking hard she sees stars.

“Fuck, Mama, you’re trying to squeeze my cock off.”

I keep pushing into her and pulling out, setting a rhythm that’s as frantic as it is demanding. I hear the washing machine kick into a spin cycle and move my hand between where Nicole and I are joined. I search out her clit and tease it—while still tunneling in and out of her. I’m going to come, there’s no stopping it now. The vibration of the washing machine is moving not only her body it’s vibrating and I can feel it deep inside of her.

“Dragon, oh God, don’t stop, Dragon.”

“Couldn’t if I wanted to, Mama,” I groan. “Come for me, Nicole. Come for me,” I urge her, pushing and grinding into her soft pussy. Her climax rocks her. It’s so strong that she literally draws blood on my shoulders, I can immediately feel the sting of it.

“I’m coming. Oh God, oh God, oh God…” she groans, her head going back in pleasure.

“Hold on to me, Nicole. Hold on and don’t let go,” I command her, bending down to bite that delectable neck as my own orgasm begins to pull at me.

“I will, Dragon. I’ll never let go,” she whimpers, as we ride out the storm together.