Arctic love

Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen- Alexander's POV
7 years later

I grunt as Penny falls on top of me, our heavy breathing being drowned out by the shower running. I hold Penny tightly by her ass as I lean us against the wall and she leans her head back. I kiss her collarbone "who knew it would still be as fun," Penny sighs tugging on my wet hair. I chuckle.

"With you being sexy as fuck I think it'll always be fun," I tell her running a hand by her flat stomach and then trailing down and smacking her ass. She squeals with a smile bucking up. Her boobs bounced in front of me and I couldn't help myself as I leaned in and took it in my mouth. I shift on my feet, widening my stance as I devour her boob in my mouth, sucking on it.

"Xander," Penny sighs her walls unconsciously tightening around my hard member, she pulls my head back. "We have to get out, the kids need breakfast," she tells me.

"Well I'm having mine first," I shrug and she smacks me on the head lightly. I sigh and pull out of my wife with a pop before putting her back on the floor. I watch as Penny leans over and grabs her body wash handing it to me, "can I at least tap your ass quickly?" I question jokingly.

"No," she laughs, "if you wash me and wash me only, I'll give you a good dessert tonight," she smirks.

Pouring her orange-scented body wash, the same she's been using since I knew her, on the loofa "oh yea? What do you have in mind?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

She brings her hand up as I move the loofa between her breasts, she makes a motion of moving her hand up and down, bobbing her head.

"So why wait on the sucking dick? Get on your knees baby," I demand and she laughs.

"How is your sex drive still so high?" She asks me.

"As I said, baby, it's you, it's all you," I tell her truthfully. She stands up on her tippy toes and kisses me.

"I love you," She tells me and I respond back with a smile. As we finished showering, we quickly changed into our work clothes and Penny went downstairs to start breakfast while I got the kids up.

I started with our youngest, Derek, our five-year-old, who slept like a lunatic. We could put him in bed the right way and he'd up at the foot of the bed. This morning he was turned to the end of the bed, half off his bed. I chuckle to myself before crouching down and patting his back "buddy, let's go you crazy bones, school," I tell him and his eyes flutter open. "Mommy's making waffles," I smile and he shoots up.

I chuckle as I turn back to the door "get changed buddy," I tell him as he literally rolls out of bed and sleepily walks to his closet.

Knocking on our middle child, Gwyneth, our seven-year-old, "Gwyneth! Shake it or bake it, sweetie!" I exclaim loudly as I open her door, "Gwen baby let's go," I knock on her door and she groans. Walking further into her room I pat her back, "mom's making waffles let's go," I say before walking out.

I knock on the last door of this side of the corridor, Addie's, she was eleven now, "Addie, Princess let's roll!" I exclaim opening her door. She mumbles and whines a quick dad.

I walk back into Penny and I's room, quickly strapping on my gun holster. Penny and I moved houses from my townhouse into one we were building in a new neighborhood a few months after our small wedding, I kept one gun inside a locked drawer on my side of the bed and the one I brought to work were left in a safe in the mudroom.