Sweet Surrender (Sweetheart's Treats Novella Book 3)

by C. M. Steele

  “I had a pretty normal one. You’re the one just starting over.”

  “I’m happy with that though. I got Tracy and you in the process. I call that a win. Now come on. Let’s get back home so Tracy isn’t too worried.”

  “You did good. Stalking her worked out well for all of us.” We drive back to Palace and try to let the pain stay back in Houston. As soon as I see Tracy everything is washed away. The pain, sadness, and sacrifice are all worth the love I found in her.

  Derek

  Twenty-Four Years Later…

  “That smells so damn good, baby,” I murmur against her ear. “and so do you,” he continues, sliding his nose up and down my neck. A moan escapes my lips.

  “Dad,” Jason, our youngest complains.

  “You don’t like me showing your mom the affection she deserves then leave the room,” I tell him, with my arms around Tracy’s waist.

  In comes Frank, our oldest, who has just come back from another tour of duty. “Bro, when are you going to learn that they’re never going to stop.”

  “Tell me about it, but damn, I’m about to eat.”

  “It’s okay, more for me.” Tracy hands me a plate. This is my second favorite breakfast. My first has been limited to our bedroom while the kids are home on vacation.

  “Hey, I didn’t say I wasn’t going to eat.”

  “Then quit bitching,” Frank barks out. He opens the fridge and pulls out some juice. My boy has got some issues that I want him to work through. Maybe I can get him to take my place as a local top cop. I’ve held the sheriff position for over thirty-two years and eight years in law enforcement before that. I’m past ready to retire. I want more time with Tracy. Our town managed to stay small and primarily fairly safe.

  “What’s up your ass, Frankenstein?” I look at my son and know exactly what it’s about. He’s got a crush on a girl. The last I heard, she’s on vacation and won’t be back before he leaves again.

  “Drop it, Jason,” Ellen, my second oldest came into the kitchen. Krista came into the kitchen after her. We had four kids and they were all over eighteen now.

  “We have three more weeks of vacation. I want to have a barbeque before you all leave,” I tell them. We’re in Texas after all; barbeques are a must.

  “Then we have about two weeks. I’ve got to report back. I don’t know for how long at the moment, but I’m not going to be back before they go back,” Frank adds.

  “I say this weekend would be perfect,” Ellen remarks, giving her mother a suspicious look. I know that it’s better to stay out of it. At twenty-one, I don’t want to picture my daughter anything but the little girl who used to sit on my lap and thought I was the best daddy in the world.

  We all finish our breakfast, but all my mind wanders to is my wife’s spectacular ass. She’s been feeling old, lately. I told her we’re both getting older and I’m a fuck ton older than her. Damn, I find her sexy as fuck. I run my tongue over my bottom lip, then biting it. I’ve been salivating over it since the day we met. I want my hands on her every chance we get. Over the years it’s gotten harder because of the kids and work. But when we do, age has nothing on our fucking. I’m going to need to remind all the fuckers at the barbeque to keep their eyes to themselves. She’s mine and will always be. She’s aged like a fine wine in an hourglass.

  “Mrs. Wright, I’d love to have a word with you—alone,” I whisper in her ear. The kids get up and make excuses to leave the house today. In twenty minutes, the dishes are done and all four are out to the movies. Fuck yeah, I don’t wait for her to turn away from the sink. I press my body against hers, rubbing my hard cock on her. At sixty, this woman makes me feel like I’m thirty-six all over again. “I want to fuck you right here, right now,” I say, biting on her shoulder. She throws her head back, moaning and grinding her ass on my cock.

  “Hey,” Frank calls out. Damn it, I hold my body still to Tracy’s. “Shit, you couldn’t wait until we drove away?”

  “What’s up? Did you forget something?”

  “Yeah, the keys to your truck.” He snatches them off the hooks and is out the door again.

  “Let’s go up to our room. Then you can do me in privacy.”

  “Damn it, a few more weeks and we’re going to be all alone. Then I’m going to fuck you on every surface in this damn place,” I grumble. I grab her around the waist then flip her over my shoulder, stalking up the stairs to our bedroom.

  “Let’s do this, old man.” She swats my ass, but I return the favor. And a lot more.