Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 22647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
She glared at me. “He’s too young to be thinking about his future girlfriends.”
“Just keep telling yourself that, darlin’. It’ll be tomorrow and he’ll be bringing his first girlfriend home for us to meet.”
“Bite your tongue, boy,” she snarled.
I laughed, pulling her into my arms and dancing the familiar dance. The one we’d done for six years now.
It felt like yesterday when I’d done this the first time. Although now, six years later, I loved her impossibly more.
As I took in her happiness, I couldn’t help but think, this woman’s my everything.
Chapter 10
If you can’t be the sharpest tool in the shed, you can always be the hoe.
-E-card
Blaine
Christmas number 25
“This is not fucking funny,” I seethed, looking over at my husband.
Let me rephrase that, my about to be dead husband.
“Mom,” Justin said. “I’d like you to meet Cecily.”
I extended my hand to the whore that was stealing my son away from me, glaring up at the woman. “Nice to meet you,” I lied.
Was it too much to ask for a hug from my son, and a little time before he brought in the hussy? He’d been gone for nearly nine months now. I deserved to have him to myself for a little bit, didn’t I?
I mean I birthed the boy with no pain medicine for God’s sake! I deserved something!
Justin smiled reassuringly towards Cecily, and then turned his gaze on his sister.
“How ya’ doin, Tawny?” He asked her.
Tawny shrugged, still mad at him for not making it to her birthday party two days prior.
From the day Tawny was born, Justin had latched onto her, being the big brother that every sister wished for.
He’d always been there for her. Taken her to school. Beat up people twice his size because shit heads twice his size talked badly about his baby sister. I can’t even begin to count how many times I’d had to go to the school to pick Justin up because he’d been in a fight again regarding his Tawny.
Tawny had developed early, much to her father’s consternation. With that development came the attention of men…not boys.
Yes, the girl was eighteen, but she loved her brother fiercely, as he did her.
They were always very close, and it had devastated Tawny when her brother had said he wasn’t going to make it.
“Tawn, you know I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to miss it, but Cecily was throwing up…oh, goddammit.”
***
Elliott
“What’s Blaine’s malfunction?” Sam rumbled from his seat opposite mine.
I looked over at Sam, smiling widely before I answered. “She just found out that Justin knocked his girlfriend up. Needless to say, she’s kind of pissed.”
Sam grinned, and Max, who’d been standing beside Sam, started laughing. “Damn, boy. He’s only been stateside for a couple weeks. Where’d he find the time to get her pregnant?”
I looked over at my son who had one arm around his little sister, the light of my life, and his new woman.
Cecily looked a little overwhelmed, which was to be expected with the large gathering of family.
Free was packed full.
It’d grown in the past twenty some odd years.
No longer little duplexes, we’d bought up the land surrounding the area and had built individual homes for each family.
Now, some of the kids were even old enough to be living in the old duplexes where we’d used to reside beforehand.
Today, we were all in the large gym. It was about the size of a basketball court, and it damn well needed to be to house this many people.
Although we no longer had young children running around of our own, we did have extra people. Girlfriends. Boyfriends. Fiancés.
Our kids were grown now, and it was awe-inspiring.
We were well on our way to the third generation of Free kids, starting with my son.
God help us.
“That’s why his momma’s so mad at him. Apparently, he’s been stateside for a lot longer. More like three months, and we didn’t know. He spent the time locked up with her. Where he then proceeded to…”
“Where he proceeded to get her pregnant, because he couldn’t take the time to sheathe his too-young-to-have-kids dick,” Blaine explained with a snarl. “All the while I was worried sick that he was getting shot at each day, where in reality the only danger he had was catching a cramp in his ass from too much fucking!”
I squeezed my eyes shut and turned around to see Blaine standing behind us, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. “I’m sorry, baby. I was just telling them why you’re upset.”
She glared at me for a few moments longer before turning and leaving. Trying with all her might not to stomp. She didn’t succeed.
“Someone’s in the dog house,” James sang in a sing-song voice.
I turned my gaze to him and winked. “My wife can’t resist my dick. I give her two hours tops before she comes crawling back to me.”
***
God, the feel of her tight sheath gripping my cock was like a long drink of water on a hot day. It was something that one needed, not just wanted. And I did need her. I needed her bad. All the fucking time.
It didn’t matter that we’d had each other more times than I could count.
My cock exploded, come jetting out of it like an out of control geyser.
Blaine’s hot pussy contracted hard, and a scream welled up in her throat.
She tried in vain to staunch it, but with a twist of my hips, I hit her spot, causing the strangled scream to turn into a full out screech.
It took long moments to recover, both of us trying hard to catch our breath.
“You fight so dirty,” Blaine panted on the sheets beside me.