Did ya miss me?
I was just chilling in my office with Baxter and my beer…feet up on my desk watching the waves outside…Yes, it’s sunny as fuck here in Malibu so sorry to all you stuck everywhere else in that white shit that falls from the sky. Ry kicked me out of the kitchen while she fixes our Thanksgiving spread, wants to keep some part of it secret since it’s our first one being married, so I thought I’d bang out a quick email to you…well, I’d rather be banging something else but that variety is definitely on the menu for later.
I know it’s been a while so I thought I’d fill you in on some shit you might have missed. Let’s see…the team ended the season with another win so that’s always a bonus. Can’t go fucking wrong claiming a checkered flag, right?
The boys are doing good…Scooter’s birthday was last week and Ry threw him a little party to celebrate. Shayne’s a heart breaker with the ladies, and I just might have given him a few pointers to help. Zander, that kid…he’s good. Doing real well and finally started back at an actual school instead of being tutored. Baby steps for him, but he’ll get there – no doubt about that.
What else? Becks…Ha. That fucker is finally falling for a woman and I can’t say that I’m surprised with who it is. Talk about feisty and one to give him a run for his money. I can’t wait to watch this unfold…see if he gets voodooed or not because I’m gonna laugh my goddamn ass off when he does. It’s the Haddie Hex and I don’t think he stands a fucking chance.
Quin’s been awful quiet as of late. Can’t tell if she’s going against my wishes and dating that asshole Kell Mason…the one I stole the barfly from way back fucking when. If she is, we’re gonna have a few words, I can guarantee it. It’s either that or she’s found someone else she knows I won’t approve of so she’s keeping him a damn secret. I’ll find out, make sure he’s good enough for her.
Ry’s brother, Tanner, has been in town for a while after some shit went down overseas. She’s happy to have him around but he’s already restless… kinda like I was if you’d mentioned the thought of me barebacking before I met Rylee…and I can sense he’ll be off to some fucking place no sane person has business being soon to report the news. He’s an adrenaline junkie just like I am but fuck if I’m gonna throw myself in someone else’s war to get my high.
Besides, the only high I need anymore is on the other side of the house. Yeah, it’s been a year, but fuck if she doesn’t still get my motor running. Men say after you get married the sex stops, the blow jobs stop…I guess they married the wrong damn woman because sex with Ry just keeps getting better and better. Hell, we even had a little reminiscent fuck on the hood of Sex the other night. What sane man would say no when your wife texts you a picture of her lying on the hood with heels and not much else on? Talk about driving like the fucking wind to get home and take advantage of that oil change.
She’s good though. Adjusting a bit to sharing her time between the boys and me but she knows I’m good with whatever time she has to spend with them. The first new boy’s home will finish up in a few months and I love watching her passion over every little detail.
Oops, sorry, Ry’s calling me, I’ve gotta…Oh shit. She’s at the door of my office with an apron on and heels…and nothing else. This man’s going to go take advantage of this Thanksgiving spread right now…and I’m not talking about the one on the table. This decision’s a no-brainer….I think I’ll eat the pie first.
We’ll talk later.
Fuck, I love that woman.