Page 21 of Hades

We had to get it out of our systems, and now we can put it behind us.

From the kitchen, a cabinet door slammed shut, followed by a flurry of loud whispers.

“Casey! Be quiet!” Mia hissed.

“I’m trying!”

“You’re going to wake up Mom.”

“But I’m hungry,” Casey protested.

I stifled a groan and carefully slid out of bed, making sure I didn’t disturb Jenny’s sleep. She made a small needy noise, snuggling into my spot on the bed, warmed by my body heat. I pulled the sheets over her and kissed her forehead.

Grabbing my jeans, I tugged them on as I ran a hand through my hair and headed for the kitchen. Mia and Casey were in their pajamas, plundering the cabinets for boxes of cereal.

“You two need to learn the definition of sleeping in on the weekend,” I said.

“Dad! You’re here!” Mia raced up to me and I bent down so she could fling her arms around my neck. “Are you going to have breakfast with us?”

My throat tightened as I hugged Mia. I missed this—living under the same roof with my kids and my wife. Seeing their bright, eager faces every morning.

“I was thinking we should surprise your mama with pancakes when she wakes up,” I said. “How does that sound?”

Mia nodded enthusiastically.

“Can we make them into shapes?”

“Smiley faces!” Casey chirped.

“And hearts!” Mia chimed in.

I laughed and rubbed her back, tousling Casey’s curls with my free hand.

“Let’s do both—a big plate of smiley faces and hearts. Your mama will love that.”

Mia and Casey milled around me like little ants as we moved through the kitchen, gathering ingredients. While I manned the stove, they stood on chairs flanking me, watching the pancake batter turn to a golden brown as it cooked.

“Something smells good in here.”

Jenny emerged from the bedroom, wearing a midnight blue silk bathrobe tied around her waist. Her hair was twisted into a messy knot on top of her head, and the makeup she’d worn yesterday had been scrubbed off, leaving her face bare.

I liked this version of Jenny, too. Whether she was dressed up for a wedding, or coming undone on my cock, or still rumpled and soft from sleep, she was beautiful in my eyes.

Mia and Casey climbed down from their perches and swarmed around her, chattering about making pancakes. She smiled fondly down at them as she listened and kissed their cheeks.

Then Jenny came up behind me and slipped her arms around my waist, brushing her lips to my shoulder.

“Good morning.”

My stomach flip-flopped at the husky rasp of her voice and the feather-light touch of her fingers, exploring my chest, flirting along the waistband of my jeans.

“If your hands keep wandering like that, mi amor,” I said. “The kids are going to eat pancakes alone, while you and I go back to bed for round two. And three.”

Jenny hummed a mischievous little laugh, skimming her palms down around my hips.

“Is that a warning or an invitation?”

When she leaned against my back, I could feel the outline of her tits and the stiff peaks of her nipples through the thin fabric of her bathrobe. She wasn’t wearing anything else—no nightgown, no bra, and probably no panties. Her lips met the juncture of my neck and shoulder in a lingering kiss that sent every drop of blood in my body surging straight south to my cock.