Mother Fluffer (A Billionaire Bad Boys Bonus Novella)(26)
Slowly, I turned around to find my husband undercover in a giant white frilly hat paired with his favorite pink I love Cassie’s tits T-shirt, and jeans. Not to mention the two adorable toddlers standing on either side of him and little Evie sitting happily in her stroller.
“Uh-oh,” I muttered.
“Yeah.” Thatch stared down at me. “Uh. Oh.”
“Fu—” I started to curse, but I quickly stopped myself before the word flew past my lips and into our kids’ ears.
“Fuck!” Ace finished for me on a shout, and then Julia started to giggle.
My eyes went wide, and I stared at my husband in disbelief with what had just come out of our son’s mouth. I knew I’d heard him say it on the phone! “Thatch—”
“Don’t even think about it, Crazy.” He held up his index finger. “The F word is the very last thing you should be worried about right now,” he stated in a far too calm voice.
It was his “I’m more than angry” voice.
Looks like Daddy’s mad…
Motherfluffer.
Just act natural. Act like you’re supposed to be here and you’re supposed to have Stan and…fluffing hell. Is there even a way out of this one?
“I kept the secret so good, Mommy! I didn’t tell Daddio anything!” Ace exclaimed.
“Didn’t tell Daddio anything.” Thatch quirked a brow in my direction. “Hmmm, that’s interesting…and it’s not the first time I’ve heard it today either.”
“I didn’t tell either!” Julia chimed in, and I knew what little hope was left, had vanished into thin air.
“What didn’t you tell Daddio, little man?” Thatch asked, and Ace grinned.
“I saw Mommy today,” he answered, and a little part inside of me died that my son had just thrown me to the proverbial wolves.
“Oh, really,” my husband said, far too amused with the way the tables had turned. “And where did you see Mommy today?”
“In the nursery with Lia’s big dog.”
Thatch smirked. And it wasn’t his sexy smirk. It was his “I so have your ass” smirk.
“Wow. That’s crazy, isn’t it?” he questioned and glanced between Georgia and me. “And here I’d been searching the whole house, thinking Stan had gone missing, but he’s been with you ladies the whole time.” He glanced out the window. “And just look at him. Kicked back and hanging out. It’s definitely a lot better than the awful scenarios I’d conjured up in my head—and a whole lot different than his demon lover.”
“Cassie made me do it,” Georgia blurted out. “She made me do it and I didn’t want to and I’m sorry.”
“Georgie!” I glared at her and she shrugged.
“Are you ready to go, honey?” Thatch asked with far too much sweetness in his voice. “Let’s go and have a nice little chat just me and you.”
“You know, since it’s Mother’s Day and all, I think I’m going to shop for a little while longer before we go to Wes and Winnie’s. I mean, we’re already in the city, and—”
He shook his head and nodded toward the door. “Let’s go, Crazy.”
My normal reaction would’ve been to tell him to fluff right off, but I figured I needed to accept the punishment.
Everyone, please say a prayer that this turns into something more interesting than a firm lecture.
Spankings, the Supercock, orgasms, you know, some of my favorite things…
“But…” Cassie hedged as I pushed her toward the door. “Where are we going? What about the animals? And the kids? And Georgia? You don’t want to leave Georgia all by herself, do you?”
“Oh, I’m fine,” Georgia assured. “You can leave Stan, Walter, and the kids with me. Kline just texted me that he’s done with work and nearby. We’ll bring them to dinner.”
Cassie’s eyes turned smoky with the essence of betrayal.
Way to go, Georgie. So far so good.
So you’re probably thinking you’re missing something, huh? Well, as it turns out, all that technology I was lamenting earlier can also be a boon. It’s amazing how detailed a plan you can formulate via text message. I wasn’t fully confident in Georgia’s ability to tow the lying line, but so far, she’s been smashing.
“Perfect,” I agreed easily. “Thanks so much.”
“No problem at all,” Georgia said. “You had them all day.”
Cassie glared daggers at her best friend as I pushed her out the door, and the kids went willingly into Georgia’s care.
I could tell the exact moment she resigned herself to the fact that we were going to be leaving alone, when the direct sunlight flushed her tan skin and made her reach up to shield her eyes as we stepped outside. Of course, those weren’t the actions that told her tale, but rather, it was the way she tugged at the hem of her shirt until the top swells of her perfect tits came out to play. She was out for blood—and she wanted it all to pool straight in my dick so she could regain control.