Anna snapped her gaze back to me. “Troy and Rita? That’s the best you could come up with?”

I shrugged. “Some of your Hooters friends then. I don’t care, invite whoever you want. Have a girls’ weekend.”

Anna turned thoughtful, so I knew she was considering it. Good. Maybe she’d like it better here if she realized it wasn’t a life in solitary imprisonment. We had the means to make most anything happen. For now. God, I hoped the full season got picked up soon. Anna would flip if she found out I was making minimum wage, or damn near it.

Right at that moment, Onnika decided playing was more fun than eating. With a mouth full of oatmeal, she blew a raspberry right in my face. The sticky, half-eaten shit went all over me. “Goddammit, Onnie.” She laughed while I wiped oatmeal mud off my face. Anna laughed with her. “Hilarious,” I told them both.

Handing Anna the spoon, I walked over to the counter to get a towel for my face. And hair. And behind my ear. How the fuck did it get back there? While I worked, Anna said, “Okay, Griff…I’m going to take you up on your offer and have some girls over this weekend. Could you find something to do for a few hours?”

I gave her a thumbs-up. I could handle myself for a night, and besides, I think Anna really needed this.

When I left that Friday night to hang out with the cast at Elijah’s, Anna was all smiles. I wasn’t sure who she’d gotten to come over on such short notice. Maybe Kate? She’d probably come down just to see Justin.

After saying good night to the kids—reading Gibson a princess story, while we both wore tiaras, of course, and singing a lullaby to Onnika—I gave Anna a long, savory kiss. “I’ll be fucking you later,” I murmured in her ear, “girlfriends or no girlfriends.”

She bit her lip and pulled on the waistband of my jeans, until our hips met. “Yes, you will,” she matter-of-factly stated.

Fuck me running. Why couldn’t this party be over with already?

Elijah was a crazy alcohol pusher, and I was three sheets to the wind by the time my driver took me home. I was also horny as fuck. I started stripping in the car so I would be ready for Anna. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror and cleared his throat, but he didn’t say a word. Dude was silent as stone 99 percent of the time. I appreciated that.

By the time he stopped the car in the driveway to let me out, I was in my birthday suit. I grabbed my house keys but left the rest of my crap in the car. I’d have Alfred get it later. The night breeze was cool on my bare skin, but it only made me stiffer. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to ravage my wife. I stroked my shaft while I unlocked the front door. I’d be balls-deep inside her in five, four, three…

When I opened the door and stepped inside, my hazy brain instantly remembered that Anna had out-of-town guests with her. Maybe attracted by my noisy, drunken attempts at unlocking the door, one of them was in the entryway. “Oh my God, Griffin!”

She spun around so her back was facing me, but I’d already seen her. And recognized her. “Kiera? What the fuck are you doing here? Is Kellan with you?”

Over her shoulder, she stuttered, “Why are you naked? Did you leave naked?”

Letting go of my cock, I scratched my head. “No…I don’t think so…”

“Well, put something on…please.”

Even though the lights were off, I knew her cheeks were flushed. Girl blushed over every damn little thing. Grabbing a vase nearby, I dumped the flowers and water on the outside step, then closed the door and covered my junk with it. “There, I’m decent.”

Kiera slowly turned around, but she didn’t look any more comfortable with my makeshift covering. My cock was still hard as a rock inside the vase, and none of me touched the sides. My piercing was almost touching the bottom though. Fantasizing that the vase was really Anna almost made me come. I bet that would really make Kiera blush.

“As I was saying…what the fuck are you doing here?”

She frowned. I was drunk enough that it was easy to see Anna in the gesture. A pale imitation of her, yes, but close enough to make my boner throb. “Nice to see you too, Griffin. I still can’t get over your hair. You almost look like…” She tilted her head, and I could see her comparing me to her ex.

I held my hand up; I didn’t want to hear it. “I look like me with darker, shorter hair. No biggy. Is Kell with you?” I shifted to look down both hallways, but I didn’t see him.

“No, it’s just me, Jenny, and Rachel. Anna said she needed a girlfriend weekend, so here we are.”

Great, the three women who probably hated me the most were who Anna had invited over. Awesome. “Oh” was all I could get out.

Kiera indicated the door. “I just heard a noise, and wanted to see what it was. I didn’t realize…” She sighed and pointed down the hallway where a couple of guest rooms were. “I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning. Hopefully with clothes on…”

She darted away after that. Removing the vase from my cock, I waved with it. “Maybe. I might just wear this again!”

I was certain I heard her groaning.

I spent the rest of the weekend ignoring the trio of visitors. Well, pretending like I was ignoring them. I was attentive to their every word, especially when they talked about the D-Bags. It’s not like I wanted to know what the guys were up to…but if they were crying and shit over me being gone, well, I wouldn’t mind knowing about that.