10 Years Later

A small smile touched Grace's lips as she watched her husband, Teddy, her dad, Harrison's dad, Ryan and a few of her uncles and cousins play football in their backyard. Their eight year old son, Caleb, and five year old daughter, Sienna, were standing on the sidelines, cheering on their father.

She watched in amusement as her little mini-me's curly pigtails bounced up and down as she screamed at her father to run faster. Caleb was quiet, watching the game with careful eyes, soaking up each play and inputting instructions every now and then. He was his Daddy's boy - in love with everything and anything to do with football. He was already showing great promise and she was counting their pennies in anticipation of the cost of his uniform upkeep.

Pretty soon he would be able to join their annual Thanksgiving pre-lunch football game. The men just took it way too seriously for her to let him participate just yet.

They were back in Langley for Thanksgiving week. They always looked forward to coming back home and as much as they had loved their life in California, they missed being close to their family more.

So they had kept their ears open for any position that would bring them back to Kentucky. Hell, she would've taken any nearby State if it meant that their commute back home wouldn't take so long.

And then, three years ago it happened - a position as an assistant coach for the Wildcats at the University of Kentucky opened up. A dream position by any coaching standard - one that would open further doors for her husband, should he choose so.

But more importantly, they were only roughly four hours away from Langley. Her children would grow up being close to their grandparents and cousins, as well as Amelia and Liam's kids.

She had become a stay at home Mom for a while, enjoying the break from studying and working and being present for their kids. It was tough for a while with only one income, but Harrison was still making good money in his position so with a few downgrades and sacrifices, they still managed to make it work. It helped that he had sold his house in Langley for a pretty penny.

A year ago, her contacts had informed her of a post-doctoral research post in the biochemistry department at KYU, and with her doctorate, research history and work experience, she was snapped up fast and had become a great asset to the department.

Leaving the men to it, she made her way back into the house, stopping at the walk-in pantry to fetch the ingredients she needed to make the potato and pasta salad. The women were all in the kitchen, chatting loudly as they cooked, baked and drank. The loud melodic sounds of ABBA were blaring through the stereo system. Hey, if the men got to watch football, play and drink beer while they prepared the food; they could listen to all the cheesy 70's and 80's music that they wanted to.

As she bent down to retrieve a bag of potatoes, she heard the pantry door close and felt a shadow loom over her. She could smell Harrison's aftershave and hint of his male sweat from the game he had just come from. She smiled in anticipation.

"Now there's a sight for sore eyes," he murmured.

She rose and turned to face her husband, back against the shelves and arms folded across her chest.

She saw his heated brown eyes dip to her cleavage that was now noticeably bigger thanks to her two children. Her lusty blue eyes surveyed her husband greedily. He was still such a handsome man and had aged like fine wine. He had a few crows feet at the corner of his eyes that crinkled adorably when he smiled and laughed - something he did constantly with his family. His hair was still full with a few greys at his temple. She reached up and lovingly brushed the strands that constantly flopped on his forehead.

Unable to keep himself from touching her, he grabbed her waist and pulled her up against his hard body. As a coach, he kept himself in top condition. His body was still hard, trim and fit. Everytime he took his shirt off she just wanted to lick him. She was one lucky gal.

"Mmmm, Mr O'Connor... you're all sweaty." She rubbed her hands up his thick biceps and curled them into his damp hair.

"Wanna get me even more sweaty?" He leaned forward and rubbed his nose up and down her neck, causing shivers to sweep her body. Even after all these years, he knew how to get her hot and bothered. "Baby, you smell so good."

She reached down the front of his sweatpants, feeling his hard length as he groaned in pleasure. She reached into his pants and palmed the warm flesh of his cock. Her panties were getting damp and she was damn glad that she wore a skirt.

She took him out and sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving his face.

"You're so good to me," he whispered, aware that their family was just on the other side of the wall.

She licked the tip of his cock, digging into the slit causing him to hiss in pleasure.

She grinned as she felt his heavy balls in her hand, massaging them gently as she took him further into her mouth.

She gagged as she bobbed up and down, saliva gathering in her mouth. She used it to lubricate him further, closing her eyes in pleasure as she quickly sucked him off.

He groaned quietly, his hand at the back of her head as he encouraged her to take him deeper. Faster.

His fingers dug into her skull as he moved her head up and down, up and down before he held her still, his legs shaking in pleasure.

She felt his salty warm come coat her tongue, his dick pulsing for a few seconds as he breathed harshly through his orgasm.

He leaned forward, his hand on the shelf behind her, panting while he stroked her cheek lovingly.

"If you guys have finished in there, I would like to get the yams, please?" Her sister-in-law, Mandy, called out, much to the amusement of everyone else in the kitchen.

Grace covered her mouth with her hand, giggles escaping even though her face flushed in embarrassment.

Her husband, of course, felt no such shame as he tipped his head back and laughed. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and planted a kiss on her swollen lips, uncaring that she had moments ago swallowed his release.

"Love you, baby." he whispered.

"Love you, too."