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)
“What are you going to do if I need my woman? You know I’m going to take you. Even if you’re half asleep, whimpering like you do. It only excites me more.” His cock leaves me, and I know it’s time to get up and shower.
“Fine, but at least let me go back to sleep after. None of that ‘seize the day, let’s eat breakfast at the crack of dawn’ stuff,” I ask.
“Sure, I’ll let you sleep in.” He rolls out of bed. His firm body calls to me again, and I came only minutes ago.
“Come on, firecracker. It’s time to shower and get some shuteye. It’s not always me who wakes you up in the morning.” He holds his hand out for me.
“Whatever, it’s not my fault your cock stands at attention in the most random of times. It’s like ‘Hey, I’m here, ready for action’ and you can’t deny that either.” I take his hand as he leads me into the shower.
“You love me though.”
“I do love you, more than anything.” He starts the shower, making sure it’s nice and hot before I step in. He often jokes that I like to burn my skin off, yet he has no problem getting in the shower with me.
Drake’s arms wrap around me after we step inside. I rest my head on his shoulder, thinking about how lucky we both were to find one another. Have three healthy boys, Corbyn, Zander, and Owen. At first, we thought we’d have four children, but each pregnancy got harder and harder. It was Drake’s foot that went down when he said our family was big enough. He didn’t want me to be sick non-stop, and even though we didn’t get a little girl in the end, we were okay with that too.
The End
Want a preview of Serviced from the Getting Dirty Series? Rowen and Braxton’s book is coming, and boy, does Bridger have to say something about Drake’s brother wanting his baby sister.
BONUS EPILOGUE
DRAKE
“You heard what the doctor said Drake, don’t do something stupid that’s going to make it to where you can’t even hold our boys. Is that what you want?” Giana is pacing back and forth in the living room, you instinctively go to pick Owen up when he asks for “ups” I didn’t even get him in my arms when she rounded the corner, swooped down, going after our youngest who’s just now hitting nine months old, grabs them, gives you the eye to sit your ass down, and then plops him in my lap. That doesn’t stop her from tearing into me, she’s right I wouldn’t care that I’m only one-week post-op from having a second surgery on my shoulder, pissing me off further that if this one doesn’t work there’s only a final one that can be done, which means more down time, longer physical therapy, and that using a gun could be near impossible in my future. Not to mention the fact, physical activity, the basis for my job besides my head, it’s been a shit show. That doesn’t stop the fact that when Giana is willing to help me in other areas, showering, getting dressed, and undressed I’m more than willing to take advantage.
It takes me back to a time years ago, both of us naked, Giana sitting on my lap, doing most of the work as I thrust my hips up, feeling the slickness of her pussy around my length, and if I play my cards right it’ll happen again tonight.
“Instinct, I’d like to say I won’t do it again, but I probably will,” Owen looks up at me, a big gummy smile, slobber trickling down his chin from teething.
“Shit, I don’t know which one is worse, you or our three boys combined,” Corbyn and Zander are older, staying with my parents for the next day or so. She’d have taken Owen too but he’s still nursing when she’s not pumping to keep her supply up for when he does wean, which judging by the past couple of days is happening more and more likely not for lack of trying on Giana’s department. It’s the nature of the game with our boys, as soon as they get their feet beneath them, it’s like they’re on a mission, Only stopping to eat as fast as they can before they’re on to something else.
“The boys, minus this one maybe, but he hasn’t hit his stride just yet either. Owen will probably be the most laid back one there is,” Owen takes that moment to clap his hands together, scoot his body back and forth, the universal sign that he’s ready to get down. Giana watches with eagle eyes as I use my left arm, banding it around Owen’s stomach, not that I’d hurt him, that isn’t what she’s worried about. That would be her worrying about me, much like I worry my ass off about her, during all three pregnancies I was on hyperalert. Even now years later, knowing she’s got it going on, has no problem coming and going, the minute her and the boys leave my sight it still has me right back in that moment.