Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
I take off toward the front door, but not before I hear Clay tell Mitch he better not catch me in his truck again. He’s crazy. Mitch is happily married and has a grandbaby on the way. But I don’t think there is a more possessive husband in the world than mine. He’s lucky I find it endearing.
I clear the threshold of the house, but that’s as far as I make it. I’m lifted off my feet, and I don’t fight it because I learned that lesson long ago. I’m dropped down onto our bed a few moments later and smile up at my husband.
“Spill. You’ve been acting funny,” he says, pulling his shirt off over his head, and my eyes drop to the V that disappears into his jeans. “Dotty,” he warns, and I glance at the box.
He snatches it from me and rips it open in record time. I sit up and snatch it right back. A giant smile spreads across Clay’s face.
“You don’t need a test, babe. You're knocked up.”
“You don’t know that.”
He grabs the test back and tosses it over his shoulder. “You can take it later.” He reaches under my sundress and pulls my panties off before I even know what he’s doing.
“How do you know?”
“Babe, I know your body and you're late.”
I grab him and pull him down on top of me. “You really have given me more than I could have ever dreamed to ask for.”
“The feeling is mutual. I was only passing time until you came along. Now I’m finally living life.” My eyes fill with tears. “Don’t cry on me. You know those tears kill me.” I sniffle, wrapping my arms around him.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” he says before he kisses me.
Clay was right. I was pregnant. And not with just one baby but three. That’s the story of us, we go big or go home, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Epilogue
Clay
Ten years later…
“Go ask your mama to bring me some lunch,” I say to my son Noah as he puts the hammer back in the toolbox and takes off his gloves.
“Yes, sir,” he says, walking over to Otis. “Papa, you wanna ride with me back to the big house?”
Otis smiles and nods as he gets up from his bench in the shade and climbs on the Gator with Noah. Otis is foolish about our babies, and he’s the grandfather I always wanted for them. He’s always showing the boys how to build stuff and take care of the animals. And he’s always going on and on about the girls and how they can cook as good as their mama.
I think about the big house as Noah drives away and how my family’s dream of filling it with children came true. We had the three boys all at once and then followed it with a girl every year until we stopped. Six kids was enough to max out the bedrooms, and by that time we were ready to say our family was complete. It doesn’t stop me from trying every day of my life to get her pregnant, but from what the doctors tell me, her tubes are tied pretty tight. I don’t think they realize just how hard I’m trying.
I’m mending fences down by the lake and it’s Dotty’s favorite spot. She loves to bring the family down here to picnic, and I even put the bench under the tree for us to sit on. Although Otis thinks it’s his personal napping corner.
A little while later, I hear the sound of the Gator approaching, and I smile as I drop my tools and wipe my hands on my jeans. My woman comes over the hill all alone and with a smile that matches my own.
She practically jumps out of the vehicle with a basket and a blanket on her arm and rushes toward me.
“God, I thought you would never take a break.”
I swing her into my arms as I kiss her hard and long like it’s been days instead of hours. I take the blanket from her and spread it out as best as I can while still keeping my hands on her body.
“It’s been too long,” I groan when she cups my cock over my jeans and squeezes it.
“You left the bed too early,” she complains, slipping off her shoes and raising her dress. “Lie down. I want to ride.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say as I fall back on the blanket and unbutton the front of my jeans. She stands over me with a foot on either side of my waist and I push them down, my cock springing free. It’s standing up and pointing at where it wants to be, and I jack it off a few times because she loves watching me do it.
She lowers herself on her knees and keeps her dress high so I can watch as my fat cock squeezes inside her waiting pussy. Her pink lips spread, and she slicks up the head as she comes down on it in one hot stroke.