Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Chapter 9
Brock
“Ah fuck!” I ground out jacking my beast off with my fingers up to my nose. We woke up first thing this morning and though my cock was cursing me to shove him inside of her, I knew she needed to eat and have a rest. I took her two more times last night before I finally let her sleep. She took it each and every time, never once telling me to stop. I took her downstairs this morning and fixed her and River breakfast, which she just grabbed in a paper towel and ran back upstairs to her room. Something about not missing a marathon of Kardashians or something. I don't know how people watch that. As Delta sat on my lap trying to eat, my fingers found their way under her shirt and into my pussy. Right on top of my kitchen table I had my morning dessert. Shit! Just remembering the moan she let out as she grabbed my head, is making my cock weep.
When I was done, we sat and discussed the kid’s schedules and activities. I gave her a credit card, the keys to the Lexus truck and a cell phone with a tracker on it. I also gave her the name and number to everyone she should have, including to my attorney. Once all of that was done, I was going to take her upstairs and finish what we started, but my brother brought the kids home and she immediately ran to go change and now, here I am in my office at home, giving my snake some pleasure so I can at least pretend to go on about my day. “Fuck, Fuck, fuck.” I grunt as I shoot my coating all over my hand trying to keep it down, so the kids don’t hear me.
Wiping myself off, I pull my pants up and finish getting ready for work. I don't normally work on a Saturday, but I have had this meeting setup for months. Luckily, it is only about an hour long and then the rest of the weekend is going to be dedicated to my family. Speaking of...I need to call my attorney Clay and have him change my will. Standing up, I take a second and take stock of myself. I haven’t felt this light and carefree since I held each of my kids in my arms. It’s amazing what the love of a good woman can do. I finish getting ready and begin walking into the kitchen. I’m not really sure what I am going to hear when I make it into the kitchen but the silence I am met with is more than a little worrying. Peeking my head around the corner, I am astonished to see Delta at the oven making pancakes as my daughter sits beside her brother reading a book.
“Daddy!” She screams as she looks up. She jumps off the breakfast stool and runs into my arms. I can’t help but let my eyes stray to Delta for one moment and bask in her blushing cheeks. I look over at my son and I can see him looking back and forth between the two of us, trying to figure it out. I am going to talk to the children eventually. But first, I have to make sure she is with me.
“Good morning Princess. How are you? Did you have fun with your uncle?” I ask carrying her the rest of the way into the kitchen.
“Yes. He let me feed the llamas and he let Haddie sleep with me.” She preens telling me about the dog she has decided is hers ever since my brother bought her.
“I see. That explains the hair all over you. Bath time after breakfast. Ok?”
“Ok daddy. See what I drew for Delta?” She holds up a picture of a heart with the words ‘Welcome to my family’ on it.
“This beautiful little button and sweet.” I kiss her nose and move over to my son. “Hey big man. How was Uncle Jesse's?”
“It was fine. He has a new girl working there. He calls her a nanny, but she doesn't act like one.” My son shrugs his shoulders as he explains it clearly confused like the rest of us. I can’t help but chuckle. My brother is a bit weird if you will. Ruffling Jasper’s hair, I walk over to where Delta is focused flipping pancakes and fixing their food. Looking back over my shoulder to make sure my kids are not paying attention; I kiss her neck and whisper in her ear.
“Smells good, baby.” Licking her neck before taking a bite, I reiterate. “And I am not talking about the food.” Grabbing a piece of bacon, I walk back over to the fridge and take out some orange juice.
“Good morning kiddos.” I turn and see River standing next to Railynn rubbing her head.