“So, Mum and Dad said they’ll have the kids tonight, and I thought we could go out…or stay in.” Tru runs her finger down my chest to my stomach, stopping just above the waistband of my pajama bottoms.
Of course, my cock sits up and pays attention. He always pays attention to Tru.
“If I get a vote in this, I vote on staying in, and no clothes are allowed for the whole night.”
She smiles, a light flickering in her eyes. “Stay in and no clothes, it is.”
“Mama! Bweakfast!” Belle squeals.
Chuckling, Tru shakes her head.
“She wants cereal,” I tell Tru. “I’ll get it.” I give her one last lingering kiss.
“Bweakfast!” Belle yells again.
Releasing a sigh, I let go of Tru but not before giving her fine ass another squeeze. I grab the cereal from the cupboard and then get Belle’s princess bowl and favorite spoon. I pour the cereal and milk, and then I take the bowl over to her.
Look at me, the model of domesticity.
“What do we say, Belle?”
“Tank you, Dada.” She smiles up at me before digging into her cereal.
God, she’s cute. No wonder I’m putty in that little girl’s hands.
“You want coffee, babe?” I ask Tru.
“Sure.”
I pour us both coffee and take hers over to her while she busies herself with making lunch for the boys in between eating her toast.
“You want me to do anything?” I ask her.
“Nah, I’m good.”
“You want me to take the boys to school on my way to the label?”
“Mum and Dad are taking them.”
Tru’s mom and dad, Eva and Billy, are a godsend.
They live in LA now. I got them a house just down the street from us.
With the kids’ school and my studio being here, we’re here more than we are in the UK. Eva and Billy wanted to be closer to the kids and us, so they moved to LA a few years ago.
“What are you doing today?” I ask Tru.
“I’ve got a conference call with Vicky in an hour. Then, Belle and I are having a girlie day, pampering in preparation for our night.”
She gives me a sexy wink, and I feel it in the base of my cock, my balls tightening up.
Leaning in close, touching my chest to her shoulder, I whisper in her ear, “I can’t wait to fuck you tonight.”
Tru and I don’t get to have sex as much as we used to now that we have three kids, I have a label to run and a band to record and tour with, and Tru has her magazine.
Tru opened up an LA division of Etiquette. She and Vicky are business partners. Vicky runs the UK base, and Tru heads the US one.
So, kids and work combined don’t leave us much alone time. When we do have alone time, we make the most of it. And I intend on making the absolute most of the time we have tonight. I’ll be fucking her until neither of us can walk.
“God, Jake.” She shudders and then turns to face me, pressing those fantastic tits of hers up against my chest. “I can’t wait either.”
My cock starts to stiffen. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard—”
“Mom, can you get me some more juice?” That’s Billy.
And down my dick goes.
God, my kids are total cockblockers.
But this is our life— stolen moments with each other and permanent interruptions from the kids. Honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
“Tonight. You and me. Fucking hard. All night long. Don’t plan on getting any sleep,” I quietly tell her before pressing a firm kiss on her lips. Then, I take my coffee with me and head for the shower.
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I’m on a call with Zane, the vice president of my label, when Stuart walks into my office.
Stuart, my assistant, is basically the guy who keeps my life in order, and he has saved my ass more times than I can count. He’s also one of my best friends.
The instant I see Stuart’s face, I know that something’s wrong. I watch him approach my desk and sit down in the chair opposite me.
I quickly wrap up the call with Zane and place my cell on the desk.
“What’s up?” I ask Stuart.
He presses his lips together and exhales a breath through his nose. “I just finished a call with a lawyer.”
That’s no biggie. We get calls from lawyers all the time.
“So? What is it? A copyright lawsuit or some other ridiculous shit?”
“No. It’s…” He stops and fidgets in his seat.
He’s stalling. I hate it when he stalls because that means it’s something big.
“Just spit it out, for fuck’s sake,” I tell him.
“It’s a paternity suit.”
“Paternity suit?” I frown. “Against who?”
“You. A paternity suit has been filed against you, Jake.”
“I’m sorry, what?” I shake my head.
Then, the words sink in fast, and the bottom drops out of my perfect world. I get angry, really fucking angry. Fear and rage tear through my veins.
“That’s bullshit!” I yell. “This is just some idiot trying to get a payday! It’s impossible, for one thing. I always wore condoms. I never had sex without one.” Tru is the only person I haven’t used them with. “So, you can tell this gold digger and her lawyer to fuck the hell off!”
“Condoms aren’t infallible, Jake.”
I scowl at Stuart, and he releases a sigh. Tipping his head back, he runs his hand through his hair. When he looks at me again, I see it written all over his face—there’s more.
“There’s something else,” he says quietly. “The suit isn’t filed just against you. There’s one against—fuck, how do I say this?”