Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Ever since that day, Beau and my relationship has only strengthened. He’s one of my closest friends now, and I truly consider him my brother. As for my real brother, Chad, I don’t think we’ll ever salvage any sort of relationship. I’ve stopped associating with all of my family. They were never going to change their ways and that’s not a life I wanted to live.
It’s almost laughable that giving the board of Duncan what they wanted by getting married and having kids is the same thing that had me resigning. But not before I pushed for Kelly to take my spot. She deserved it, and I still do some consulting for them.
I also started to dabble in the Meyer family business that has exploded over the past few years. When Dad Meyer and Beau asked for my help on a few things, I was more than happy to pitch in. Honestly, I think it has brought us all closer.
You got him? she mouths to me from across the room. I’m sitting on our bed with Connor’s head resting on my chest. He passed out a little bit ago.
Angel is standing in the nook off our bedroom that I turned into a small nursery when we found out we were having another baby.
Our son came fast, and we were still in the process of building our new home. We took him back to our condo. Knowing how much we got up in the middle of the night for feedings, I wanted to make it as easy as possible for everyone.
I give her a nod before I slowly stand with him in my arms to carry him to his room. I put him down in his bed, whispering to him that I love him before I place a kiss on his forehead. So different from how I was raised.
I made a promise to myself the day we found out we were having a baby. That I would always show my kids how much I love them because emotion and love are not weaknesses to be hidden. Angel had changed so much for me already, but learning that we had created life and were going to bring it into the world had torn down the last few walls I had.
When I make it back to the bedroom, I can hear the water running. I walk over to the crib to check on our baby girl before I go find my wife. She’s fast asleep, and hopefully her dreams are as sweet as she is. She already has me wrapped around her little finger. Everyone around here does.
I find my wife sitting on the counter in the bathroom rubbing lotion on herself, her legs swaying back and forth.
“You gave me beautiful babies,” she says when she sees me.
“That’s all you.” I walk over to her. She shifts, letting her robe slip off her shoulder. It’s all the invitation I need. I go for the column of her neck, and she tilts her head for me. I help the robe fall away from her body.
“You’re in there too. I can promise you that.” Her fingers dig into my shirt. “Tomorrow is going to be crazy.”
“The best kind of crazy, though.” It’s New Year’s Eve, and we are hosting. I nip her neck. “Bed or bath?”
“Bed.” She wraps her arms around my neck so I can pick her up. I fill my hands with her ass. She keeps talking some crazy ass shit about trying to lose some weight. I am enjoying every inch of her.
I drop her down onto the bed, and she spreads right out for me. Always so welcoming and giving. No matter what I need from her. She’s always opened herself up to me and welcomed me in. She was the first person in my life to teach me unconditional love. Then went on to keep on giving it to me.
It doesn’t matter how much money you have or how many massive houses you can build for yourself. How many giant parties you can throw with people you give no shits about but still welcome into your home. None of that means anything. All of those things are cold and meaningless.
My Angel is everything. I strip off my clothes and she watches me as she bites her bottom lip. Her cheeks warm that pretty pink hue the same way they always do when she’s turned on. My cock jerks at the sight. I can be dirty as hell with her, and still that shy little blush always clings to her.
I come down on top of her, needing her mouth. I had her this morning, but that hunger I have for her never fades.
“I love you,” she says as she wraps herself around me.