Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“Oh God, Bridger. I love you, I love us, I love what we’re doing.” Her admission knocks the wind out of me. She’s my fucking heart. “I love you, Kellie. Now and forever,” I enunciate with every thrust of my hips, until I’m deep inside her. Only then do I walk to the bench, wanting her in my lap. Sure, she’ll be on top, but I’ll be leading her the entire fucking way.
“You ready to come again?” I question.
“Only if you’re coming with me,” she moans, helping me with every downward movement to my thrust.
“I have no doubt about that, sunshine. The way your cunt is clenching on my cock, I’m ready to feel you milking the cum out of me.” My words have the effect I want on her. She pulses, her fingers tighten on my shoulders, giving me that bite of pain I enjoy so much.
“Bridger,” she all but screams as she comes, taking me with her. Fuck, I love coming inside my woman. Though I hate like hell she’s on birth control. If I had my way, we’d have one more child, then I’d get a vasectomy. Kellie, though, she wanted to wait a bit before we tried for another child, then she was adamant about getting her tubes tied since she’ll already be out of commission.
“Yeah, sunshine. I feel you.” My own voice is barely above a whisper.
“I have something to tell you,” she admits. Our chests are heaving, our hearts beating erratically.
“Shit, last time I said that, I’m the one who had to make a confession.”
“Well, it’s my turn. I threw out my birth control this morning. One more, then we’re done, right?” She holds out her pinky for me to entwine with hers.
“Fucking hell, woman. You never cease to amaze me. Yes, one more,” I pinky-promise her. This is something new the Jennings women in this house do. I’m sure Nolan will be doing it next, and I’ll be even more fucked.
“Good, now are you ready for round two?” she smarts off. Who am I to not give into her demands? I want to feel her come again and again, all fucking night long, wrapped up in my wife’s arms.
BONUS EPILOGUE
BRIDGER
“Mom, dad!” Sadie comes barreling into the kitchen, not stopping until she sees the look on my face, arching my eyebrow trying to figure out why our oldest and only daughter is yelling the house down. I walked through the door not thirty minutes ago, all seemed to be well and fine, it seems that’s not the case judging by the groan Kellie just let out, turning into my body further, burying her head in the crook of my arm.
“Sadie girl, there a reason why you’re screaming and running in the house? The last time one of you did that it resulted in a whole lot of tears and a night in the hospital,” that would be Nolan that it happened to, head wounds are a motherfucker and while he only needed a few staples, the blood and tears he left behind should have left a lasting impression not to be running in the house.
“But.. but Ian clogged the toilet with a bunch of toys again,” Kellie’s head tips up, the hand that isn’t wrapped around her lower back, squeezing her tightly to me goes to my face. Fuck, that boy is a handful, probably going to give us a run for our money. He’s three, screw what they say about terrible twos, three-year old’s, particularly ours. Ian can’t be left alone for more than five minutes it seems, just the other day I got a phone call at work that he shoved one of Sadie’s toys in the electrical outlet then Kellie went to plug in the vacuum only to realize what had happened.
“Shit, thanks baby girl. I’ll take care of it,” my wife’s silent laughter isn’t going over too well with the way she can’t hold a straight face to save her life.
“You’re welcome. Can I have a snack, please?” She’s seven going on fourteen, pretty just like her momma, and Sadie knows how to work her dad like nobody’s business.
“A small one, dinner will be ready in just a little bit,” Kellie was already in the kitchen cooking dinner when I walked in, something we’ll take turns on doing if work doesn’t keep me later, though it’ll usually consist of me grilling chicken or steak, throwing potatoes in the mix, having Sadie and Nolan make a salad, and then end it with smores, especially during the summer months.
“Thanks, he’s in the playroom but who knows how long that will last,” Sadie shrugs her shoulders, then heads towards the pantry to grab something to hold her over.
“That’s all you, honey. I’ll cook dinner, do bath and bedtime routines but no way am I touching a clogged toilet. You might want to bring gloves and a plunger too while you’re at it. He pooped on the toilet this morning, instead of asking me to help wipe, Ian took it upon himself. I caught him before he attempted to use four wads of toilet paper, something tells me you’re not going to be so lucky this time around,” Kellie reaches up, lips grazing the underside of my jaw, that’s not all I want from her though. I may as well make it worth my while, my head turns towards Kellie’s, dipping lower, hand sliding from her lower back until it’s skimming all the way down and cupping her ass.