No Way Out(21)

“Party time is over,” I roared. Everyone turned to me with wide eyes. Emmy was giving me a look that I wasn’t going to even address at the moment.

“Kayla, Jack, Declan rinse off and go play in your rooms.” My three youngest ran off with bright smiles. They knew someone was in trouble. I turned to the little shit who was clearly trying to hide his fucking erection. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Troy,” the over-grown boy stuttered nervously. He may look older than fifteen, but I was still twice his size and not in a good fucking mood. He tried to hide his wood as he hurried out of my way.

“Okay, Troy. Get the fuck out of my house and don’t come back. Next time I catching you eyeing my women, you won’t get a warning.”

“Simon!” Emmy shouted at me in embarrassment.

“Wife, do me a favor and shut it before I snap the boy’s neck.”

“Daddy!”

“You too, Melody. Go change and throw that damn bikini in the trash. If I see it again, you’ll be grounded the whole summer.”

“Simon,” I called my son to me. He knew I wasn’t happy and he knew why. With a whisper, I asked, “What are our man rules in this house?”

“No men near the pool when your mother and sister are in it.”

“Yes, so why was that little jackass with an eager penis eyeing my wife and daughter.”

“Mom said I could have company. Then they came home from shopping just as we got in the pool.”

“Okay, but remember, it’s about respect. No boy your age is going to respect your sister and your mother because their hormones are going fucking crazy. I’d really hate to go to prison for killing a little shit.”

“What happens when you see the neighbor’s daughter in a swimsuit.” My son gave me a knowing look. “Okay, so know that your friend whether intentionally or not is ogling your mom and sis the same way.”

“Oh man, Dad. I didn’t even think like that; I’m planning on marrying Susie. I’m not letting any of my friends in our home when you’re not here.” My boy had it bad. We all thought maybe the James freight train arrived early. Only time would tell, but the boy was wise beyond his years. He had already started interning at the office in the mailroom. One day it would be his and he knew it. He even claimed little Susie would be by his side. The strangest thing was I didn’t doubt him.

“Good. Now go and make sure your friend is gone. I need to have a word and more with your mother.” He nodded his head and like a good boy, left.

“Wife, time to talk in private.” I grabbed her hand and a towel. Helping her dry off, I felt on her curves to calm my frustration. Her robe was hanging on the lounge chair so I snatched that shit up and wrapped it around her. I didn’t say a word to her until we were behind closed doors.

I growled and paced the room. “Damn it, Emmy. What’s going on with Melody?” I snapped, walking up to her.

“What do you mean, what’s going on with her?” She must have thought I was losing it. I probably was. My sexy-ass wife didn’t understand because she thought it was cute that they looked alike. I thought it was too until she got boobs.

“She’s got tits. I didn’t approve of that shit. She’s too young for that. When the fuck did that shit happen?”

Emmy just laughed at me. I didn’t find it funny. My daughter was everything that was sweet and perfect at twelve. I couldn’t believe that she wasn’t my little girl anymore. Little, horny boys were going to be trying to trick her into doing things she was too young for. I didn’t want anyone near my little girl. Simon was going to be put on high alert soon.

“Homeschooling is looking like a good option,” I growled.

“Simon, you’re being ridiculous. I had tits well before I had sex. As I seem to remember someone took my virginity after I graduated college.”

“I guess you’ve got a point, but I’m not letting my guard down.”

She continued to giggle. Over the years, my temper didn’t affect my wife. In fact, sometimes she really enjoyed it. Today wasn’t going to be any different. “Emmy, are you asking for a spanking?”

“Maybe.” She batted her eyelashes at me before dropping her robe. That swimsuit didn’t reveal as much as I thought. I needed her naked. Fuck, sixteen years later and she was still fucking stunning. Five kids did nothing to reduce her sex appeal. Hell no, I wanted to put more kids into her, but we’d had unprotected sex our entire marriage and our youngest was six. I stroked my cock through my dress pants. The blood left my head when she ran her hands down my forearms. “Damn, Simon, I love when you roll your sleeves up.”