The Alias – Bonus Scene
Parker
“Shh . . . don’t let him see. Crouch down. Like this.”
I focused my attention on the computer screen and pretended to ignore the little voices filtering into my office from the hallway. I was focused on crunching numbers and fixing holes in other people’s businesses. I smiled as the tops of my little girls’ heads peeked around the doorway in my peripheral.
I yawned and stretched, reaching for a file, just to play along and pretend I couldn’t see what they were doing.
“I don’t know, Kate. He’s got his grumpy face on.” Molly was the oldest at 12 and the most cautious of our four girls.
“Nah,” Kate, our baby, said. “That’s just his face.”
What a shit.
I clenched my jaw to keep from laughing.
“Just do it,” Kate urged.
Work was long forgotten, but I played into their ruse and shuffled papers and pushed away from my desk, turning my back to the doorway. I heard the clatter of something hard on the floor and the echo of their giggles as it floated down the hallway and out our back door of the house.
I turned and, sure enough, it was a rock with a ribbon tied around it. A note, rolled up like a scroll, was tied on one end. I slipped the paper from the knot and unrolled it.
Picnic date at the river in five minutes. Don’t be late, or ELSE.
I slipped the note into the pocket of my jeans and smiled. With Sienna and our four girls, sometimes I felt like I lived in the estrogen ocean but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. I walked through the house we’d lived in since moving back to Tipp, Montana. It was only a few miles from Redemption Ranch and it was the only home our girls had ever known.
On the back half of our expansive property, a small section of river cut through the land. It was the perfect place for summer picnics, nestled between pine trees and huge boulders. Assuming swimming was a part of the plan, I traded my denim for swim trunks and hustled outside. Our side-by-side was already gone, so I hopped into my truck and bounced across the acreage until I got as close as I could.
Walking the rest of the way toward the bank of the river, I plucked a huge handful of wildflowers. I could divide the bouquet up between my girls, but I saved the largest, yellowest blooms for Sienna.
My sunshine.
As expected, our four daughters and my darling wife were in various states of undress as they set up an impromptu picnic on the large, flat rocks by the riverbank.
My eyes immediately caught on the black swimsuit Sienna wore. She swore it was cut too high on her hips and showed too much ass, but I wasn’t complaining. It was damn perfect. Truth was, she was lucky we only ended up with four kids. I’d have given her twenty if she’d have let me. Even now, I couldn’t keep my hands off her, but after the middle twins, she had said we were done. Kate surprised us both but I couldn’t imagine our family being complete without her sass and take-no-shit attitude. I placed the flowers on a large rock near where they were setting up the picnic.
“Daddy!” Lexie leaped from the rock and barreled into me. I scooped her up and hitched her onto my hip. “Here’s where my girls ran off to!” My voice boomed and echoed off the rocks. The three other girls flung themselves at my legs and I gave them each a squeeze before plopping Lexie on her feet.
As they scurried off, I watched Sienna stand on the top of the rock, one hand propped on her cocked hip. My mouth went dry. Damn, she looked good.
“Mr. Davis.” A sly smile slid across her face.
“Mrs. Davis.” I looked up at her as her arms rested on top of my shoulders.
“I’m glad you got our note.” She smiled down at the gaggle of little girls.
“We were so quiet Mama. He never suspected.”
I winked at Sienna. “It’s a wonder I even found the note at all.”
“Can we swim?” Ali asked.
“Not until we’ve eaten. Dad’s got to get back to work.”
A collective groan was a dagger to my heart as the sad faces of each girl looked more pathetic than the last.
Sienna turned to me. “I heard you had a grumpy face.”
I smirked. “According to your daughter, that’s just my face.”
Sienna tipped her head to the sun and laughed. I watched the column of her throat bob and soaked in the beauty of her laughter. My mouth tasted the thin skin as her breath dusted across the shell of my ear.
“What they don’t know is . . .” her tongue dragged against my ear and I tightened my grip on her waist. “Your grumpy face is my favorite.”
Jesus Christ.
My blood surged for my gorgeous, sexy wife. I didn’t want to scar my girls for life by ravaging their mother midday right in front of them.
I had a better idea.
In one quick movement, I flipped Sienna over my shoulder and stalked toward the water.
“Parker! Parker Davis, you wouldn’t!”
I slapped her ass before turning toward my girls who watched with wide eyes on the shore of the river.
“Swim party!” I shouted into the air and without missing a beat, they all squealed in delight and rushed toward us, into the water.
As I stomped farther into the water, Sienna kicked and splashed. Our four girls danced and laughed. I gripped Sienna, sliding her body against mine before holding her in my arms and leaning back.
She screamed as we crashed backward into the water. Her slim legs wound around me as I held onto her, my hard length pressing against her below the surface.
“I can’t believe you did that!”
“Well I can’t have our girls thinking I’m grumpy all the time.”
Sienna’s fingers smoothed my hair away from my face as I kissed her. Her arms held me closer as she tipped her hips, pressing harder against me.
“Fuck, woman. You are perfect.” I whispered into her ear.
“How about we have lunch and a swim? Then, later tonight you show me that grumpy face again while I’m on my knees for you. What do you say?”
I groaned and squeezed her ass. Below the surface of the water, I let my fingers tease the seam of her swimsuit.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing had prepared me for the light and love Sienna brought into my life. Without her, I wouldn’t have her love. My girls. My brother Evan or sister Gemma and their families.
Without Sienna, I would be nothing.
It wasn’t always perfect, but days like that were damn close.