The Risque Contracts Series(50)

The word “boyfriend” bounced around my skull like a pinball, knocking every bit of sense loose. “A what?” I growled.

At my tone, Gemma’s eyebrows drew down and she looked confused, probably assuming I was mad at her. I softened my expression and kissed her plump cheek. “You don’t have boyfriends, Angel,” I explained, “Boyfriends are gross.”

Gemma laughed. “Spencer isn’t gross, Daddy. He’s my friend.”

I tried to keep my lips from turning down into a frown, “You said ‘boyfriend.’”

She nodded and smiled wide. “Mommy says Aunt Madeleine is her girlfriend. Spencer is a boy and he asked me to be his friend.” Her little chest puffed up with pride. “He wants me to play on his team at recess when we play football!” She clapped her hands, happily, before wiggling to be put down.

I sighed in relief as I gently lowered her to her feet. A boy-friend. Not a boyfriend. Obviously, my little girl was rocking recess with her football knowledge and abilities, I thought smugly. I’d make Elisa have a little talk with her about calling this Spencer kid her boyfriend. Then I told my angel all about how boyfriends are evil and she should stay far away from them. After which, I had a talk with her brothers....



“Are you freaking kidding me, Gregory?” Gemma yelled at the top of her lungs.

“Nope,” he sauntered into the living room where I was cuddled up with Elisa watching a movie. He lifted his chin at me with a smirk before turning to the seventeen-year-old girl seething behind him. “You’ll just have to hang with your older brother, whom you don’t get to see enough of, tonight. I mean really, Gem, how often do I come home from college?”

Elisa sighed and moved to stand, but I kept a firm grip and dragged her into my lap, speaking before she got the chance. “What’s going on, you two?”

Gemma fisted her hands, shaking with anger. “He stole my damn keys,” she bit out. “I have a date!”

Garreth walked into the room just as she made her announcement. “A date? That’s ridiculous. You don’t date.” He laughed and tried to pass by her, but ended up doubled over when Gemma’s fist landed in his stomach.

Elisa gasped, “Gemma!”

I started laughing, earning myself an elbow in the ribs, but I couldn’t stop.

“Mom, this is ridiculous! Can I borrow your car?”

Gregory plopped into a leather recliner and answered, “Can’t, Gavin has it. He’s on a date.”

Gemma stomped her foot and I snickered, fucking proud of my boys. They’d taken the conversation we had when they were little seriously. I didn’t have to play the dad card when she had three older brothers keeping the boys away. If it weren’t for Elisa and her powers of persuasion over me, Gemma would be living in a fucking nunnery.

Elisa elbowed me harder and jumped up from my lap, scurrying away before I could make a grab for her. She walked over to Gregory and held out her hand. “Keys,” she demanded in her best mom voice.

He hesitated, but there wasn’t one person in this house who didn’t adore Elisa and none of us could deny her anything. He sighed and dug Gemma’s keys from his pocket and handed them over.

“Wuss,” Garreth muttered in disgust, until Elisa pierced him with a glare. Twenty years old, and he shuffled his feet and sheepishly apologized, “Sorry, Mom,”

Elisa tossed the keys to Gemma who caught them, then gave her a tight hug. I stood, ready to go to battle—my little girl wasn’t going out alone with a boy. But, Gemma skipped over to me and pulled my head down to kiss my cheek. “Thanks, Daddy. Love you.” I fucking melted and before I knew it, she was out the door.

I slowly turned to Elisa and glared, ready to lecture her about boys and their intentions. She has three sons, she should know what kind of lion’s den Gemma was walking into. She smiled sweetly and turned to exit the room, putting a little extra swing in her hips, gluing my eyes to her luscious ass.

I forgot what I was going to say and hurried after her calling, “Night boys!”

I heard twin sighs and mutters of “Gross,” and “I’m traumatized.” Then the volume on the TV turned up and I smiled to myself, now I could make my woman shout.

Stepping into our bedroom, I shut and locked the door, then followed the trail of clothes to the master bath. I stopped in the doorway, struck at the beauty of my wife. Over twenty years together and she grew more gorgeous every fucking day.

“Are you going to stand there staring or get into the shower with me?” she asked, her voice amused. The fog cleared, and I whipped off my shirt and practically tore off my pants before stepping into the glass stall and tugging her naked body up against mine.