The Plan: Part II
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An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“What is wrong with you people?” Trevor heard his wife demand when he reached their closed bedroom door.
“Many things,” Eric said from the other side of the door with a sigh that matched his as Trevor rubbed his hands roughly down his face, not sure that he wanted to know what was going on in there.
Not after the last time.
“No, please, I don’t want to do this!”
“I would if you’d stop touching my ass!”
“Trevor’s going to kill you,” Eric said, sounding bored as Trevor stood there debating leaving, but he knew that his wife would never forgive him if he didn’t go in there and save her from whatever they’re were putting her through.
Sighing, he moved to open the door and-
“Have fun!” Sarah said with a huge smile as the door was ripped open and his wife was suddenly shoved into his arms.
That was followed by Eric dropping several bags by his feet, Kasey throwing him a wink as she walked past him, and Sarah mumbling with a satisfied sigh, “Our work is done here.”
“I hate you,” Zoe said with a sad little sniffle and a glare as the trio walked away, leaving him standing there, wondering what the hell was going on.
“I really hate them,” Zoe mumbled sadly as Trevor looked down at the small woman in his arms and-
“What’s going on?” Trevor murmured absently as he guided her back into their room, closing their bedroom door behind them as he took in every delectable inch of his wife’s body in that skimpy black bikini.
“They’ve lost their minds again,” Zoe said with a heavy sigh as she began searching their room for something that he really didn’t fucking care about while he threw the lock.
“I can see that,” he murmured, taking in the way the black bikini top hugged her large breasts, putting them on display before he ran his eyes down, taking in her generous curves, the way the skimpy black bottom pulled tightly across her ass as she leaned over to look under their bed.
“They decided to take it upon themselves to plan a romantic weekend away for us, which is sweet, but they went a little overboard,” she said, chuckling as she pulled back the covers and continued her search only to drop them with a sigh as he sent a thoughtful glance over his shoulder at their closed bedroom door.
“Where are the kids?”
“Sebastian is staying across the street with Mikey. Uncle Jared has Jonathan and Uncle Ethan offered to take Mathew and Jessica camping for the week,” she explained as she checked beneath their bed again.
“I see,” he said as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor, deciding that it was time to make a few plans on his own.