Willow

The next day, I woke with a smile. I stretched, enjoying the aches in all the right places. Those places couldn't wait to be played with again. Already, as I lay there in bed thinking of Trey, I was wet. I would have dealt with myself, knowing I couldn't get Trey inside me until maybe that night, only Dive suddenly burst through my door.

I franticly pulled the sheet all the way up to my nose. "Ever heard of knocking, you douche canoe?"

"I thought you'd be in a better mood after gettin' some last night." He smirked, leaning against the doorframe.

Rolling my eyes, I said, "I would be if someone didn't barge right in. You need something, Dive?"

"Nope." He winked.

"Dive," I whined.

"Oh, wait. There was something. Just got off the phone to your man. He wants his woman over there for breakfast with him and the kids."

Up on my elbows, I smiled big. "Really?"

Dive chuckled. "Yeah, woman. Get up and ready. We're heading out in ten."

"We're?"

"Low, if you think I'll miss a chance for food, you'd be wrong."

"But there's food in the cupboards here," I told him as he began shutting my door.

"True, but then I won't get to see the two lovebirds together. That's entertainment and a meal." He laughed and shut the door completely.

I was up out of bed with a giddy feeling of joy. Then I paused. What would the kids think with the change between their uncle and me? I hoped they'd be okay with it. I wouldn't want anything to come between them, especially considering Tex had finally warmed to everyone and was more his true self around us all.

There was only one way to find out. I needed to know how Trey and I were going to approach it, so I got myself dressed and headed over there.

It seemed I didn't need to worry. As soon as Dive and I were through the back door and into the kitchen, I was knocked back a step by a little girl. Rommy's arms were tight around my waist. When I looked down to see if she was okay, I saw she was already looking up at me with a bright smile.

"It's so cool you and Uncle Trey are boyfriend and girlfriend. We'll get to do more girly stuff together. I always knew he had a crush on you. It was weird how his eyes always followed you around. Anyway, it's so cool." She squealed, let go, and hugged a laughing Dive. "Hey, Uncle Dive. Uncle Trey cooked bacon and eggs. They're on the stove warming."

"Awesome, kiddo. Let's eat."

Tex sat at the table, and I walked to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. Leaning in, I asked, "You okay with it?"

"Totally, Low."

"Cool, little dude." I smiled and kissed his cheek, which he quickly wiped off. Before I went in search for Trey, I made myself a coffee.

He'd told them already. Trey really wasn't stuffing around any longer. I was tagged, bagged and claimed in the whole sense.

Walking into his room, I heard the shower in the en suite going. My clit pulsed and my heart skipped a beat at the thought of my man naked. Butterflies circled in my lower belly with a swoosh feeling. Slowly and quietly, I opened the door and spotted him through the glass straight away. His head was down, eyes closed. One hand and elbow rested against the tiled wall, his other hand wrapped around his erection as water beaded down his back.

It was obvious he hadn't heard me enter, because he kept sliding his hand up and down his cock. What helped drown out my approach was the sound of the fan drawing out the condensation—yippee—swirled above his head. I decided to take a seat on the closed toilet seat and enjoy the show. I licked my dry lips before bringing my mug to them and took a slip of my coffee.

Live porn. Exactly what a woman liked to see.

A grunted moan fell from his mouth. I zig-zagged my legs together. I wanted what was in his hand inside of me. I was wet and needy.

"Fuck," he murmured before opening his lids. He must have seen me out the corner of his eyes because his head whipped around so fast he stumbled back. "Willow," he said softly, his gaze heating and taking on a possessive look.

Smiling, I said, "Just enjoying the morning show." I shrugged, like it was every day I went into a bathroom and found a man wanking. "You should really lock your door. You never know what perverts could walk in." He seemed surprised by the laugh that came from him. I gestured with my hand to his junk and said, "Continue, please." Then I took a sip of coffee.

"Woman, are you serious?"

"Heck yes. I'm so wet and hot right now I could come just from watching you."

"Don't."

"What?" I asked confused.

"Don't come. That's my fuckin' job."

I raised my brows. "I could say the same to you."

"Fine." He squinted at me. "I'll finish for your pleasure, of course."

I giggled. "Of course."

"But tonight, it'll be my pleasure while I watch you make yourself come."

My breath caught in my throat. My ears rang as all the blood rushed to my face. "Um, okay?"

He chuckled, but soon sobered as he stepped closer in the spacious shower and took his cock in hand again, stroking up, down, up and down, again and again. God, it was mesmerising, hypnotising. He groaned through clenched teeth, "Love your fuckin' hungry eyes on me."

"Love seeing you handle yourself. Biggest turn-on so far."

"I'm sure I can change that when we play again." He smirked.

No words came to me as I watched his hand, his hooded eyes, the straining in his neck and arms as he pleasured himself. My breath became laboured. I wanted to rip my clothes off and join him, drop to my knees and finish him off. I licked my lips just thinking of the taste of him.

"Jesus, little bird." He sighed right before his cum shot out of the tip and onto the tiled floor. Still, I kept watching until the last drop, mixed with water, landed. His chest heaved up and down and still I kept watching, frozen in place as he cleaned himself up, turned off the shower and stepped out. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. In his next move, his hand was tugging me by my wrist and I was up in front of him.

"Watch my coffee," I complained. Precious coffee could not be spilt.

He chuckled and took my mug from my hand. I glared up at him when he placed it on the basin. He ignored it and as soon as his mouth hit mine, I forgot I even had a coffee.

From the moment I'd stepped in on Trey wet in the shower, manhandling his cock, I'd forgotten pretty much anything of consequence.

I gasped and pushed him back. I didn't get far, though, as his arms were tight around my waist. "The kids."

"What about them?"

"How could I forget? I've been in here for a long time, and they're probably wondering what we're doing. Oh, snap. Tex is at the age he would know what we were doing." My flushed face hit his damp chest. "I'm terrible."

"Low, it ain't like we fucked."

Smacking his chest, I looked up at him scowling. "That's not the point. We can't do this when the kids are in the house." I nodded to myself. "It's decided. We can't be alone with each other when the kids are around."

"Like fuck." He actually shook me by his hands on my shoulders. His face took on a look as if I'd just told him I was a man. "Woman, they know we're dating, and they're old enough to understand what comes with dating. I won't fuckin' be keeping our PDA in private, and we'll be doing stuff, lotsa stuff, behind closed doors. That shit won't slide by me. I want every fucker to know you're my woman."

"But—"

"No, buts, no ifs, no nothing." He turned me, slapped my arse and added, "Now get outta here before I do fuck you."

"Trey," I snapped, but then I was gone because I knew he was serious.

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The morning turned hectic. After I walked back into the kitchen, I waited for the sly or disappointed looks from the kids. I got nothing. It was as though they didn't take notice I'd disappeared. Thank God. The only sly look and wink I got was from Dive, which was understandable because he was a horndog.

Dive went off to work on his Harley, while Trey and I drove the kids to school. It was the sweetest moment of my life. Especially when we dropped Rommy off first and she leaned over to kiss her uncle on the cheek, but then she turned to me and kissed me, as well. I melted and, in fact, got teary. Still shocked after she jumped out of the car, I was half-turned to the back, so I didn't miss the soft look on Tex's face. He saw what that meant to me, and he liked that it meant something to me.

"Right," I said and flipped back around to the front. "Off to high school now to fill your brain with important stuff." Trey shook his head, but moved the car off.

The trip wasn't far from Rommy's school. On the way, though, I listened to Trey and his nephew bond over mundane things—sports, bikes, work and school. When we stopped, Tex gave a chin lift and fist touch to his uncle, while I got a hand on the shoulder and a tight squeeze.

Again, I found myself teary.

Before we took off again, Trey chuckled and said, "You're a nut."

I didn't say anything. He could have called me anything he wanted at the moment, because nothing could have burst my bubble of the high, loveable emotions I was feeling for those two kids.

When we pulled up out the front of the compound, the garage that joined next to it was already bustling with customers and brothers working. However, I turned to Trey and said, "I think, while we're still new, that I should keep staying at Dive's. Christmas is coming up soon, and I'm sure the kids would love their first Christmas with just their uncle. And besides, what happens if things don't go as planned and we end up breaking up? It won't be good for the kids. Not that I would ever forget them. I do hope if anything did happen that you would still let me see them. They're great, amazing kids. Still, um—" Snap. He was glaring at me. "I think it would be best to, ah, stay at Dive's and just date for a while. We could go to the pub or movies. I mean—"

"Shut it," Trey snapped in a low voice through clenched teeth. Yes, he was pissed. "You move in tonight. You don't talk about breaking up because we ain't fuckin' dating. You're my old lady. I'm your old man, and that's it. I don't do movies, but if I have to, I won't see any romance shit. We can go to a pub, but it won't be a date. It'll be me with my old lady going out and enjoyin' each other."

Sounds a lot like dating to me.

"But when it's fuckin' over, we'll go home, to our fuckin' house, where the kids will be, and after I pay the sitter, I'll be takin' my old lady to our fuckin' bed and fuckin' her hard. And then, come fuckin' Christmas, we'll wake up together and enjoy fuckin' Christmas morning together with the kids." There were a lot of fucks in there, which told me he was more than pissed—he was furious. He went on, "Then you'll cook for us while I put shit I hate together for the kids." He stopped, glared and snarled, "We clear?"

Even though my heart warmed when he stated he wanted to share that with me, because it was a big something, annoyance sat in my chest. He expected me to agree with everything he said, as if I had no say.

Instead, with a shrug, I said, "We'll see."

"Willow," he warned, his tone hard and scary. But the fact was he didn't scare me. He never once frightened me, even when he told me he'd killed people. I knew I was safe with him. I knew he had my heart in his hand, and I knew, gruffness and all, that I loved him with everything I had.

Because of this, I felt content to be myself. And when I was myself, I'd become annoyed when he bossed me around and stated how he wanted things without taking anything I said into account.

So, I smiled, gave him a quick kiss and opened the passenger door, saying, "Got to get to work. Have a good day, babe."

"Little bird," he bit out low, dipped in displeasure. Only, I closed the door and skipped off into the office.

Thankfully, I knew he had a busy morning scheduled, so I didn't need to worry about him coming in to continue our conversation. I wasn't in the mood for it.

Despite my irritation, my smile played easily on my lips.

Because I loved that man, my old man, so much.