Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
She titters.
“Well then, let me get started,” is her coo as she dips her head before taking his huge member in her mouth. James’s eyes close as he tunnels his hands through her hair, groans coming from deep in his chest.
“That’s it, baby,” he pants. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
Of course, Savannah can’t answer seeing that her cheeks are bulging with man meat, but she merely titters once more before popping one of her breasts out, the huge creamy sack swinging free. Then, to our surprise, she reaches up with one hand, circling around James’s shaft as she sucks. Her palm comes away wet and slimy with saliva, and that’s when the true show begins. Rick and I watch with horrified gazes as she reaches around, her mouth still sucking James, and gently begins probing his asshole with her digits.
“Unnh!” he cries out, back arching as she eases a finger into his rectum. “Ooooh, shit! Yeah, right there baby.”
Savannah coos and giggles again, still sucking like a powerful machine while edging a second finger in, making the big man jolt as he lives up to his tattoo.
But by now, Rick’s had enough. He grabs my arm, and practically drags me from the living room, hustling me into the adjoining hallway.
“What the hell was that?” I whisper, my shocked eyes wide.
He shakes his head.
“I have no idea,” the handsome man grunts. “But I think we can safely say that they don’t need us in there.”
I titter as he drags me up the stairs to our bedroom.
“Wait, but what are we going to do about our guests? And dinner’s being served! The chef will think we’ve gone crazy.”
Rick merely shakes his head, his expression taut and hungry as he gently pushes me into the master suite.
“Fuck what the chef thinks, baby girl,” he rasps. “I want you, Tracy, and I want you now.” With that, my man is on me in an instant and I let out a cry of ecstasy because this is how we’re supposed to be. I know that Rick didn’t cheat on me. I know that we were in Bermuda when this strange woman allegedly got knocked up.
But even more, the mystery’s now been solved and not only does Rick have a long-lost twin, but it seems his twin will be expanding his own family soon. I giggle. Who would have guessed? Amelia’s not just getting a new mother and a new sibling, but also a new uncle, aunt, and cousin within the next year too.
EPILOGUE
Tracy
Six months later.
I cuddle baby Evie to my breast and the child sucks contentedly, her little fists balled up in soft cotton mittens.
“You’re such a good girl,” I coo, watching as her expression smooths and her tiny eyelids flutter shut. “You just needed some milk to calm down, didn’t you?”
After all, Evie just had a meltdown, the reasons for which are still mysterious. It could be that she didn’t like the nursery rhyme I recited. Or maybe it was the temperature of the room, or maybe she just didn’t like the way the light was shining in through the window. Regardless, giving her the boob seems to have done the trick and I settle back into the rocking chair with a sigh of relief.
After all, motherhood has been grueling ever since my baby was born. I delivered Evie a few months ago, and it was a difficult experience. I labored for forty-eight hours before the sweet thing finally decided to make an appearance, but she was worth it. Both Rick and I were over the moon with joy, and my man literally cried the first time he held her.
But now, motherhood has descended in all its raging fury, and I feel exhausted, worn out, and yet utterly content all at once. It’s been a whirlwind, but a good one, and I’m grateful that so many things seem to be going right. At that moment, my boyfriend enters the room, his bulk large and solid, and immediately comes over to look at the baby.
“She’s gorgeous,” Rick whispers. “Just like her mother.”
I laugh quietly.
“Oh Rick, I’m not gorgeous at all. I’m leaking milk at all hours, not to mention my hair’s a mess and I haven’t lost any of the baby weight at all.”
The handsome man frowns, his blue eyes regarding me.
“Yeah, but you look better this way, honey,” he growls. “There’s more of you to love, and besides, there’s no point in taking the weight off when you’re just going to put it on again soon.”
I shoot him a look.
“Why? You know I’m eating a special nutritious diet that’s supposed to help with breastfeeding, but breastfeeding actually makes you lose weight, not gain it.”
My man’s blue eyes sparkle as he kneads my shoulders a bit.
“Yeah I know, but it’s not that,” he says. “No, sweetheart, it’s that I want to knock you up again. I love being a father to Amelia and Evie, and I want another baby. This time, one that we create together,” he growls in a low tone.