I licked my lips and watched my husband chat up the few guests still hanging around at the tail end of a pool party. My gaze zeroed in on one guest in particular, a tall, tattooed hottie who hung out with Jack a lot. They waved goodbye to the small group leaving, then sat on the edge of the pool, chatting, shooting me looks as they talked.
“What the hell was that all about?” I loaded up the dishwasher and wiped the counters, one eye on the men in the backyard. Broom swished over the floor. Screen slid open. “You better not mess up my clean floor, mister.” Jack laughed, heading to the fridge.
“Hey beautiful,” Jack swatted my ass as he waltzed past, “Sara and Mel said goodbye before they left with the kids, right?” I nodded, and he grabbed a couple of beers before snagging my waist. “Let’s go out back. It’s a beautiful night.”
Broom away, I started the dishwasher, and poured myself a glass of red before following him out onto the deck, admiring his retreat. My husband had one helluva gorgeous rear-end. What? I love me a nice butt, what can I say? Jack sauntered over to his stepbrother Tyler, the hottie, whose feet dangled in the pool. “Thanks, man,” he popped the bottle open and glanced at me while he swigged down a mouthful of a local IPA.
“Hey Alice,” Tyler hopped up and sauntered over to where I leaned against the deck railing,...