Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Jude nodded, puffing out his chest with pride. “I think we all know Lex will be most excited that Uncle Jude is here.”
Ty scoffed and elbowed his brother in the gut. “Yeah, right. She loves Uncle Ty best.”
“Actually, you’re both wrong,” Winnie chimed in, and I was happy to feel a laugh vibrate her chest. “Uncle Remy is her favorite.”
My wife wasn’t lying. Remy was the eldest Winslow sibling of the bunch, and he was, hands down, Lex’s favorite. He also was the brother who had given me the hardest fucking time at the beginning of our relationship.
Thankfully, once Win and I got married and he realized I’d do anything for his sister, he dropped the hard-ass act and grew to be someone I actually enjoyed hanging out with.
“Bullshit,” Ty muttered, and Jude shook his head.
“Definite bullshit.”
“Well, how about this?” I offered. “Since it’s fucking midnight, let’s all get some sleep and settle this debate tomorrow morning when you two can just ask her yourselves.”
Winnie looked up at me with a secret smile.
Yeah. We both knew. Our daughter was not the type to beat around the bush. Her highly intelligent mind only spoke truths. Truths that were very concrete in nature and almost never came with sugarcoating.
“Wait…you two are going back to bed?” Jude questioned. “But I brought some beers to enjoy on the deck.”
Winnie was already turning out of my arms and heading back to our room. “Have fun with that,” she called over her shoulder, and I didn’t hesitate to follow her lead.
It’s not that I didn’t like the idea of knocking back a couple beers with her brothers, but I liked Winnie better.
With her brothers on the deck, hot-sex-with-Winnie round two 2.0 was in full swing.
As I flipped a pancake in the skillet, my aunt and uncle’s kitchen brimmed with chatter around me. Lex and my four brothers—Remy, Flynn, Ty, and Jude—sat around the table laughing and cutting up while Wes and I finished getting breakfast ready.
I was a bit peeved last night when Jude and Ty showed up unexpectedly, but I couldn’t deny that it was nice having all my siblings here for the week. No doubt, it would’ve also been nice to relax at the lake house with just my husband and daughter, but I’ve always been a strong proponent for trying to make the best of things.
So, here I was, standing at the stove, fixing breakfast and making the best of things.
Though, I’m sure the three orgasms Wes had given me last night were also helping my mood. Frankly, after all that delicious pleasure and a full night’s sleep in air conditioning, I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything but relaxed and happy.
I lifted the last three pancakes off the skillet and placed them on the plate. Wes took that plate over to the table while I shut off the stove, setting it in the center of the rambunctious group. With a platter covered in still-sizzling bacon in my hands, I walked over to my family and took a seat across from my husband.
“How many pancakes, Lex?” Remy asked, and my daughter grinned over at him.
“Two, please.”
“Just two?” Rem questioned with an amused smile. “You sure you don’t want three or six or eight?”
Lexi’s eyebrows drew together distastefully. “Calorically, two is the proper nutritional serving for pancakes this size for a child my age and weight.”
“Well, for a man my age and weight,” Ty chimed in, “six sounds just right.”
Lexi giggled and rolled her eyes. “It’s actually four, Uncle Ty.”
“You know, Lex,” Wes chimed in and flashed a secret smile in my direction. “Your uncles Jude and Ty actually have a question to ask you.”
“They do?” Lex asked, glancing between her uncles. “What’s the question?”
Both Remy and Flynn appeared confused by the change in conversation, and at first, I was too. But when I realized Wes was referencing Jude and Ty’s foolish assertion from last night, I took great pleasure in explaining it to them. “Jude and Ty each believe that they are Lex’s favorite uncle.”
“Sounds like Jude and Ty need a reality check.” Flynn chuckled and stabbed a bite of pancake onto his fork.
“What the fu-French toast is that supposed to mean?” Jude questioned, smartly catching himself before he dropped an f-bomb in front of my kid.
“It means that Rem is Lex’s favorite. Everyone knows that,” Flynn answered bluntly and shoved a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.
Jude scoffed. Ty scowled. Rem just smirked like a man who knew, unequivocally, that he was the favorite uncle because he worked hard at it, daily.
Lex, bless her analytical heart, mulled over the question for a good minute before finally dropping the guillotine blade. “Uncle Flynn is right.”
Wes, Remy, and Flynn reveled in the satisfaction of being right—Remy even more so since he had the pleasure of being the favorite—but the shock on Jude’s and Ty’s faces was almost pitifully explosive. Ripples of their disbelief were all I could feel as they lapped at the edges of the room.