by ANDREA SMITH
"Right," I said, "I guess it is my turn."
"Where's Trey tonight?" Trey asked as we settled into the family room.
"He's spending the night over at Jimmy Meltrigger's house. He'll get dropped off early in the morning before baseball practice. It's your turn to drive them to practice by the way."
"Oh that's right," Trey replied channel surfing. "I'll cover that, I want to catch one of their pre-season practices anyway."
"Good," I replied, settling back on the couch next to him. ""Preston and I'll be going shopping for prom dresses, and Avery's working with her trainer all morning. So we'll all be up early.
"Oh God," Avery remarked, getting up to go to the kitchen, "I'm making popcorn so don't start the fight until I get back."
Trey looked at me quizzically. "What's she talking about?" he asked, his lovely brow furrowed.
"Oh it's nothing, sweetie," I replied, nuzzling his neck with my lips. "Avery thinks you won't approve of the dresses Preston's chosen before making her final selection."
Thankfully, we heard the front door slam as Preston made it in with one minute to spare before midnight. She came into the family room, her face flushed from the chill of the night air or maybe from something else.
"Hey Mom; Hey Dad," she greeted us. "See, I made it in on time, Dad. There's no need for you to be peeking out of the front door like that."
"How was your date?" I asked.
"Yummy," she said, giving us a wink.
"Oh Christ," Trey muttered, putting his socked feet up on the coffee table. "Preston, I’d like to see what you have in mind for a prom dress before you make your final selection."
Uh oh!
"Okay Dad," she replied, giving him one of her looks with the flashing blue eyes that were identical to his. "I'll be happy to show you the dresses I've picked out as finalists; your input is always appreciated. She pulled them up on her phone and handed it to him.
I saw his eyes widen as he flipped through the various screens showing each of the three dresses at different angles on the model.
"I think this is the wrong file," he said, "I want to see the actual dress, not the undergarments you're supposed to wear underneath it."
"Very funny, Dad," Preston replied with a smile, taking her phone from him. She leaned over and gave both of us a good-night kiss. "I'm going to bed. Mom and I have a big shopping day tomorrow. Night."
Trey turned to me after she'd left the room. "You're seriously not going to allow her to buy any of those dresses are you, Tylar?"
"Why not?" I challenged.
"Well, for one thing everything she has will be on display, not that I'm naïve enough to think Jaxon hasn't already seen it by now with the way he's always pawing at her."
"Oh Trey," I laughed, crawling into his lap. "It's official."
"What's official?"
"You've officially become a fuddy-duddy not that you haven't been practicing at it for years."
"Oh yeah?" he asked, quirking a brow at me.
"Yes," I answered firmly. "Preston will look great in any one of those dresses and this is her prom so she chooses. End of discussion Judge Sinclair."
"Is that right?" he said, giving me one of his sexy, devilish grins. He still made my heart flutter after 18 years. He was gorgeous, sexy and most importantly, he was mine!
He lifted me up, carrying me upstairs to our suite. He dumped me onto the bed, quickly discarding his clothing.
"Wait, wait," I giggled, "Don't forget about the door."
"Oh yeah," he replied, chuckling. "I'll take care of that right now."
Moments later Trey joined me in our bed where I was naked and waiting for him. Our sex life had never diminished, however, with three teenagers in the house we'd learned to be a bit quieter and a little more creative with when, where and how we did it.
"So," he said, dropping his knee onto the bed and leaning over me, "What's your pleasure, Mrs. Sinclair?"
"You," I answered, running my hands up over his chest. "You and me all night long if you can still run with the big dogs that is," I teased.
"I think I can hang with that," he replied, capturing my lips with his.
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The next morning I felt Trey nuzzling me awake. Dear God, we'd fucked off and on the whole night. I obviously should not have made that comment about 'running with the big dogs' I did convince him during round three that Preston should have whatever dress she wanted for prom.
"Mmm baby," he sighed, his fingers now busy making me wet once again. "How about we knock one off before the kids come knocking on our door."
"I'm game," I purred, wrapping my bare legs around his hips, "and your word choice once again amazes me."
We'd just started getting down to it when the familiar jiggling of our locked door knob interrupted our play.
"Mom," Trey Jr. said, "Is Dad in there?"
"Shhh," Avery said from the hallway. Keep quiet Trey, can't you let them sleep in a little before you're banging on their door like you do every Saturday morning!"
"Ewww, gross," I heard Trey Jr. say. "What's this stuff?"
"What stuff? What's goin on out here?" Preston asked as she joined the other two outside of our bedroom door.
"On the door knob," Trey Jr. replied. It's all like greasy when I touch it."
"Then don't touch it Sherlock," Avery replied, "Come on downstairs, Trey. I'll make you some breakfast. Don't touch the walls on the way down."
"I'm going to get a shower first," I heard Preston call after them. "Save me something."
I turned to look at Trey who had a shit-eating grin going on big-time.
"What the hell did you do to the door knob?" I asked.
"Put some Vaseline on it," he replied laughing.
"And why would you do that? All you had to do was lock it."
"I know," he said, still laughing. "I did lock it. I just added the Vaseline as an extra touch. It's something Mom and Dad used to do when we were kids. They hated how we'd just automatically try to walk into their room without knocking first and asking permission. We learned fairly quickly once our hands were greased a couple of times. I don't think it's ever too late to teach your off-spring good manners."
"Oh Trey," I said, laughing with him. "Too bad you didn't think of that when they were younger! Now where were we?"
"I think I was pleasuring you right about here," he said, resuming his earlier position.
"Mmmm . . . I love you, Trey."
"I love you, Tylar."
About the Author
Andrea Smith is an Ohio native and currently resides in Manchester, Ohio. Ms. Smith is the mother of two grown sons, and grandmother of four. She's the author of the 'Baby Lite' series as well as the 'G-Man' series.
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