Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
"Do you need anything else?"
"Just you. Unless you're busy or uncomfortable."
"Never when it comes to you. Only a little envious," he says, swiping his tongue over his lips.
"Dirty old man."
"Damn right. Now let me hold you both." His arm comes around me as I cradle our son to my chest, and we both relax together. It's a perfect moment that I hope stays that way. Life has been too hectic for so long that it's nice to go a day without any drama. Well, I suppose with a baby it's a new set of dramas and a hectic lifestyle.
I love my family and can’t wait to add to it. Five weeks and five days to go.
Epilogue
Mary
A year later
Six months pregnant with baby number two is no different than the first. I’m so horny that I can’t wait for William to get home from work. I look at the clock several times, and it’s frustrating. It’s only twelve. He’s in court all day. “Ugh.” I plop myself onto the sofa.
Our baby is napping in his room, so I bust out my tablet and open up a favorite re-read Mine by Elena M. Reyes. Being the wife of a DA, I shouldn’t be reading about antiheroes, but I love Thiago and his wicked ways. Shit, I’m overheated, and I haven’t even started reading.
Three hours later, I’ve finished the book, and now I’m more bothered than I was this morning. Luckily the baby helps keep my mind off of sex. He’s happily playing on the floor on one of his awesome playmats that I got from Roxie on his birthday. I love my son and my other boy who’s on his way.
My phone rings on the coffee table, echoing too loudly, scaring the baby. He cries as I answer it. “Hey, baby. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, the phone startled him.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“It’s okay.” Will crawls to me, and I scoop him up. “He’s all better now.” I look at our son and he’s staring at the phone, reaching for it. “Do you want to say hi to daddy?”
“Dada.”
“Oh, my goodness. Did you hear him?”
“Yes. It’s about time.”
“Dada?” Will coos while trying to take the phone.
“Yes, it’s daddy.” He giggles when he hears daddy talking to him. Will gives my phone an open-mouthed, slobbery kiss, so I gently take it away and wipe it on my pants.
“Sorry, I don’t know what you were saying to him, but he decided to paint my phone with his tongue.”
“Oops. I said, ‘give momma kisses for me.’ You know what?”
“Hmm? What?”
“I can’t wait to paint your pussy tonight with my tongue.”
“Bastard. I’m so damn hard up.” Luckily, I set Will on the floor again before angrily whispering into the phone. William’s chuckle on the other end of the phone doesn’t help. His throaty laugh goes straight to my clit. “I’m about to touch myself.”
“If you do, I’m going to really spank your ass.”
“Promises, promises.” I hang up on him, tossing my phone on the sofa after I stand. “Jerk.”
Scooping up Will, I carry him to the kitchen to feed him lunch. I need my own meal, but all I can think about is my husband’s cock. What a terrible mom I’m becoming.
“Momma.” He giggles, playing with his pieces of banana on his tray. “Bite.”
“You eat your bites.” I kiss his forehead and snack on some fruit. With one baby, our house is still pretty clean, so there’s nothing for me to do except a load or two of laundry. I could take the baby out, but I know how William worries and doesn’t want me out without a whole army of Steele Riders around me.
Will and I read a book together before I set him in his play yard to play without crawling while I start the laundry. Now that he’s almost walking, it’s a little dangerous to let him roam.
I hear the gate open, and I check out who’s there, ready to grab my gun and take Will into the secure room William had built before Will was born. To my shock, it’s my hubby. I gasp and open the door. He narrows his brows at me, storming into the house.
“What’s wrong? You’re home early.” He’s at least two hours early.
“You hung up on me. I don’t appreciate that my dear wife. I’m going to have to punish you for that.” He stalks toward me and closes the door behind him. I step back, banging my ass on the entrance table. “Trapped.”
“Or maybe right where I want to be.”
“Damn right, and I’m where I need to be. I love you, Mary.” He thrusts one hand into my hair, cradling my skull while his other hand slides up my loose dress, pulling my panties to the side. William pushes two fingers into my soaking wet pussy.
“Oh my…I’m going to come.”