Grunting as he hurriedly threw on his clothes after haphazardly picking the first fabric he could get his hands on, Jordan had never in his entire life, multitasked as much and as frantically as he currently did. He buttoned up his shirt-his quivering hands making the task more difficult than it ought to be-while shaking his head to get rid of the water residue in his hair from his quick shower (the quickest he had ever showered), not having the time or patience to towel it dry as he simultaneously paced the length of the room in socks to find a pair of comfortable shoes since they were all only gathering in the backyard.
Finally done securing the buttons on his shirt, Jordan grabbed a towel, fed up with the water marks ruining his shirt from his damp hair, and ran it vigorously through his hair; he crossed the room with a pair of shoes in his hold (ones he had also grabbed at first sight), only to suddenly howl in pain when he stubbed his little toe against the wooden bedpost.
“Fuck!” he cursed, scowling in pain as he hopped on one foot, cradling the other throbbing one in his hand. Groaning loudly, Jordan fell back on their king-sized bed, exhaling a heavy sigh. He shut his eyes, throwing an arm over his face, and cursed his unfortunate luck on this day. He blamed himself for giving in to the temptation that was his wife and the most painful part of it all was that they hadn’t even been able to go all the way before being interrupted.
Just as Emerald had gripped his member in her hands after succeeding in stripping him naked, the chime of the doorbell had reverberated around the house, jolting the couple.
While Jordan had been frantic about covering his naked wife and getting dressed himself (praying that neither Keelan nor Oriana would barge into the house like they were notorious for), in the worst timing yet, the smoke detector had gone off in the kitchen, drawing his attention to the brownies burning in the oven.
Disregarding all of these, Emerald had simply worn her bathrobe again (since she was originally naked beneath it) and pouted, promising to continue from where they’d stopped after everyone left before making a move to go upstairs. The door bell had chimed again and still struggling to wear his clothes, Jordan had asked if she could please get the door so he could finish dressing and then, go check on the brownies, but his wife had replied with, “Would you want everyone to see your wife in a bathrobe, practically bare?”
Jordan had stopped short, and well aware of what his response would be, Emerald, with a devious smile, had pecked her husband on the lips before flouncing away, leaving the poor man to his predicament. Skip to the present, it had almost been an hour and a half since their families arrived, but with having to whip up a last-minute desert for everyone and getting dressed, Jordan still hadn’t had the time to greet them yet and Emerald, his wife, who had gotten him into this quagmire in the first place, was already mingling merrily with those who had arrived downstairs.
Just as the sirens lured mariners to their doom, his wife, Emerald Kale, always succeeded in bringing him to his knees.
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Emerald-who was busy laughing and catching up with Oriana who had just returned from a month-long honeymoon with her newly wedded husband, Keelan-shifted her gaze to the back entrance leading from the kitchen to the backyard where they were gathered by the pool. It was the late afternoon, approaching evening, and the weather these days was perfect for an outdoorsy occasion, so they’d decided to have the get-together outside.
Seated by the pool in a maxi dress, Emerald had deliberately chosen to have her poolside chaise longue facing the back entrance so she could immediately be made aware of her husband’s presence. She’d been waiting for him through the hour and when she had finally decided to go look for him after giving him a five-minute grace, he’d finally appeared.
Her bright smile withered into a concerned frown when she noticed him limping toward her, grimacing occasionally as he did. She stood up, with Oriana’s help, meeting him halfway. “Are you OK, baby? What’s wrong?” She scanned him from head to toe, unhurriedly, trying to decipher what the problem was.
“Stubbed my toe,” Jordan winced.
“Oh, darling!” As quick as she could with her heavy belly, Emerald helped him to another sun lounger beside hers before taking a seat herself. Oriana decided to give the couple some privacy after saying hello and sorry to Jordan for his injured toe.
Placing Jordan’s injured foot on her thighs after disregarding his protests, Emerald pulled off his shoe, stifling a laugh when she couldn’t help but notice that her husband was wearing a pair of unmatched socks. She pulled his sock, freeing his foot to examine the damage done to his toe, which thankfully, wasn’t much.
“I’m so sorry, Cal.” Emerald apologized as she massaged his foot, making him release a sigh of relief.
“For what, Gem?” he asked.
“For leaving you to do everything when I’d been the source of your distraction in the first place. For not staying behind to assist you when I should have.” Even though Emerald was sure that Jordan wouldn’t let her lift a finger, her companionship, she knew, would’ve been more than enough for him.
“Oh, you have nothing to be sorry about, love. Besides, one of us had to be with our guests, right? As hosts, we couldn’t have left them by themselves.” Jordan tried to comfort her, but when she continued to frown with a pout on her face, he leaned toward her to place a sweet kiss on her lips. “Wipe that pout off your face, baby, it’s making me wanna do dirty things to that enticing mouth,” he whispered seductively, shooting her a cheeky wink.
Blushing, Emerald gave him a playful hit on the chest, making him laugh. “I’m trying to apologize here, you.” Jordan caught the hand she’d used to hit him and brought it to his lips.
“Fine,” he mumbled, kissing her knuckles. “I’ll forgive you on one condition; promise to make it up to me tonight?” Slowly, his gaze glided to hers from beneath his lashes, and recognizing the look in his bewitching eyes, Emerald bit down on her lower lip, quickly jerking her head in a nod.
“OK,” she whispered and Jordan winked again, dropping a final kiss to her hand before pulling away, setting his raised leg on the floor again.
Hoping to distract herself from jumping her husband, especially with how scrumptious looking he was with that feral look in his eyes, Emerald allowed her eyes to sweep over his frame and she giggled at his slightly disheveled appearance-one she was only just noticing.
Jordan had that bed hair thing going on and she knew it wasn’t intentional, plus he still had marks on his shirt left from what might have been drops of water. If those weren’t enough evidence to prove to her that her husband had done one of those his ‘Speedy Gonzalez’ dressings, then his unmatched socks were sure to do the trick.
“What?” Jordan asked when he saw his wife laughing.
“I let you dress yourself up for one day and you end up stubbing your toe and looking twice your age. The woman’s gotta do everything,” Emerald tsk–tsked jokingly, shaking her head, making Jordan roll his eyes.
“Alright. Up we go!” She struggled to stand up, pulling him with her.
Jordan groaned. “Where are we going?”
“To make you look your actual age, Grandpappy,” she teased and Jordan groaned even louder. “We’ll be right back!” Emerald hollered to the people conversing in the gazebo, gaining their attention.
“Off to fuck like bunnies in heat again? Just make sure not to cum on the baby’s head, Jojo!” Keelan shouted, receiving disapproving looks from Luca and Maggie who quickly moved to cover little Emmett’s ears and a slap upside the back of his head from his wife, Oriana.
Emerald and Jordan head into the house, laughing amongst themselves when Oriana began to threaten to not bear children for Keelan if all he was going to teach them were cusswords.
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