Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“I want your come,” she moans, “on my tits. Soon Logan, in my hole again. We’ll have another baby.”
“Yes, yes,” I growl, almost exploding. “Oh, fuck!”
“You’re going to fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Make me pregnant again…”
A look of adorable victory touches my wife’s features when the hot come explodes from my dick. It spatters onto her chest, slides down over her thickness, and clings to her nipples. She looks up at me, massaging the come over her tits, making them glisten.
“Logan,” she whispers. “I think I might need to have another shower anyway.” She looks at the bed. “I mean, if you think you can…”
My cock is already getting hard again. “Thank God for pregnancy hormones,” I snarl, leaning down, picking her up, and holding her carefully for the baby. I lay her on the sheets at the end of the bed, waiting as she cutely wriggles her cushions into the position she likes.
I bring my tip to her pussy and rub it up and down her clit, toward her entrance.
“Do you still feel it?” Emma moans, looking up at me. “The fire?”
I push inside her. I feel the heat, the belonging. “Always,” I tell her. “Every. Single. Time.”
EPILOGUE
NINE YEARS LATER
Emma
“Look at Mikey being such a gentleman with Rosa,” Chrissy says, nudging me and nodding into the garden.
Our oldest son, Mikey, is helping Chrissy’s daughter, Rosa, in the sand pit, laughing when she tosses some into the air. All around them, the party is bustling. I’ve got friends from the literary agency down and, of course, Mom, Dad, and Marie. There’s Chuck and a few other old teammates of Logan.
“I know that look,” Chrissy says, laughing. “Is it that time again?”
I look at her, feeling a glow of love move through me. The music plays from the garden. We’re here to commandeer or clean more glasses. “I’m not pregnant. Just… isn’t this something? All of these people together?”
Looking out the window, I see Logan and Dad talking near the buffet table. Logan is wearing a fitted tee that makes his arms pop. He’s let his facial hair grow into a short silver beard, and his hair is almost entirely silver hair. He looks so dashingly handsome.
“Mommy,” Amelie says in her bright, excited voice. “Hey, Aunt Chris.”
I turn to find my seven-year-old beaming. She’s got a notebook in her hand and one long black braid over her shoulder. Of all the children, I think Amelie looks the most like Logan. It’s the blue of her eyes matched with the dark hair.
“Did you finish your story?” I ask.
“Yeah. I made Jacob and Liam ogres!”
Chrissy can’t help but laugh. “You made your calm, sensible twin brothers into ogres?”
As if on cue, Liam and Jacob come wrestling into the kitchen. Both of them are laughing. They love it. They could wrestle every day if we let them, but preferably not in the kitchen.
“Boys,” I call, but then Mom’s there, deftly leaning down and sweeping them up, one in each arm. I think becoming a grandmother has made her much stronger.
She grins at me, flustered. She turns to Liam and then to Jacob. “You two are getting faster every day.”
“Faster, faster,” Jacob says, laughing.
“Who are these little terrors?” Logan says, striding into the kitchen. Jacob squirms to be in his dad’s arms, but Liam is a grandmommy’s boy and stays put.
Logan hugs Jacob and ruffles his hair. “So this is where the real party’s at, huh?”
Jacob laughs and tries to crawl onto Logan’s shoulders. He smiles at me. He doesn’t have to say anything. I know what he’s thinking. Marriage and four kids together will do that—make it so we don’t have to talk. We both know what a miracle this is. We made it. We’re here. Right where we belong, soaking up the love in our happily ever after.
THE END