Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 33(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 33(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
“Good girl. Come for me,” I say, feeling her pussy clench around me. She screams her release, and I follow her, filling her with my seed.
She pushes me off of her and jumps up out of the bed.
“We’re going to be late. Get up,” she says, pulling her clothes back on. We have to make an appearance at the charity ball she and Autumn are apparently in charge of.
“Which one is this again?” I ask. She pokes her head out of the closet and rolls her eyes at me.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.” I never know which charity we are supporting until she tells me.
“The Homeless Teen Parent Alliance.” Okay, that makes sense. It’s the charity Betty started about a year after we got married. It’s helped countless single mothers and even a few single fathers over the years.
I get out of bed and head into the closet naked. She eyes me as I walk in.
“What? You need something wife?”
“I’ll just never get over that tattoo.” She comes over to me and runs her fingers over the strawberry on my chest. Betty is written underneath it.
“Do you think I’ll ever get over this one,” I ask, grabbing her wrist. My name is written there. Her hand travels to my side, where the kid's birthdays are written, starting with 11-22-18, the day I became an instant father of four, technically. I don’t have Autumn’s birthday on my skin because I thought Al would kill me.
“I love you,” she says, standing on her tiptoes in order to kiss me. I let the kiss linger, gathering her in my arms.
“I love you too,” I say, reluctantly ending the kiss. “We have to go, but when we get home, I’m going to worship you.”
“Only if I get to worship you too.”
“You can do whatever you want to me.”
Later that night when we get home, we head straight for our bedroom, passing Delia’s room. We have to step over a body to continue down the hallway. Little Romeo is sleeping on the floor outside her door.
“Aww,” Betty says and I growl. This little shit is asking to get his ass beat.
“This isn’t cute. It’s insane.”
“Wouldn’t you have done this for me, if you could have?”
“That’s not the fucking point,” I whisper back to her.
“Stop it. He loves her. I’m going to get him a blanket. There’s no need for him to freeze while he protects her.”
“Where the hell is his father?”
“Calm down. He was with us. He probably doesn’t even know he’s out of bed. You text him and I’ll get him a blanket.”
The next day, Betty put another bed in her room so he didn’t have to sleep on the floor. That lasted for about three more years and then his ass was back on the floor.
I chuckle as I think back and remember that I’m forever thankful for that Thanksgiving Day that brought my BB back to me for one more dance that’ll last a lifetime.