Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
I'm shameless when it comes to her, and nothing stands in my way. I won't allow it to. This woman is my world. She's the reason I breathe. Hell, sometimes I think she may be the air I breathe. Every single piece of me belongs to her.
She feels the same way about me. I see it in her eyes every time she looks at me. And fuck if that doesn't make me feel like a goddamn king. If the water in this town is magic, I got the keeper of it when I found her.
Five years later, she's still magic to me. And she still brings magic to people who need it. Her store is thriving. Silver Spoon Falls water is in every grocery store in town and several others throughout the county. She still offers it in small quantities online, alongside the herbal remedies her grandmother taught her. She has a full-time employee at the store now, and two at the shop here. She's happier than she's ever been, and so am I.
"Callum," she moans again, louder than she should. There's no keeping her quiet. When she's on my cock, she's loud no matter what. "Oh, God. Oh, God."
I drag her up and down my cock, trying to get her there before three curious little boys come bursting in to see why mommy is praying in the laundry room again. At this point, they're convinced she's Mother Teresa because I've got her praying all over the house.
Like I said, I'm shameless. I'm not sorry about it, either.
I press her back against the wall, allowing me to tilt her hips higher. I pound into her, angling my hips to hit her g-spot with every thrust. My lips cover hers, my tongue tangling with hers to muffle her cries.
She comes hard, soaking my cock with her juices.
I groan into her mouth and follow her over the edge, writhing in ecstasy.
"Daddy! Keegan stole my popcorn!" Our four-year-old, Nolan shouts.
"Did not!" His three-year-old brother, Keegan yells back.
"Did too! I sawed you!"
I bury my face in Hope's throat, chuckling. "Well, at least they let us finish this time." I reluctantly slide out of her, groaning as soon as my dick slips free. I fucking hate losing her heat. I push my cum back inside her and then fix her panties before helping her step back into her shorts.
Once she's put back together, I tuck my cock back inside my pants.
"Give it back right now, Keegan!" Nolan screeches.
"Good grief. What are they doing out there?"
"Judging by the sounds of it, they haven't killed each other yet." I tug her back into my arms when she turns toward the door to go check on the boys. Screaming is normal around here. It's the silence that's dangerous. When they're shouting, I know it's business as usual. But when they get quiet? That's when they're up to some bullshit. It never fucking fails.
They usually drag Aiden along for whatever trouble they're causing. He's barely two, but he follows Nolan and Keegan around, picking up every troublemaking habit they teach him. They're exactly like their uncle and I were when we were kids.
I love the hell out of them.
I splay my hand across Hope's belly, nuzzling my nose against hers. "If you give me another son this time, I'm spanking your gorgeous ass, Firefly. We need a girl around here to settle these heathens down."
"Sure," she huffs. "Now you want a girl. I wanted one three kids ago."
"I told you; I can't have a mini you running around without brothers to look after her. I'm too fucking old to have two of you stressing me out."
"I do not stress you out."
"Baby, all you do is stress me out." I smile, pulling her into a kiss before she can use that smart-ass mouth on me. She melts into me, purring like a little kitten.
A crash sounds from the living room.
I groan, breaking away from her lips. "And that's my cue to get my ass out there before your sons start a riot in the living room."
"They're your sons when they misbehave. They're mine when they're snuggly." She pats me on the chest and then squeezes past me out of the laundry room. "Good luck out there. I'm going to get their stuff ready for baths and bed."
"Traitor."
Her laughter floats back to me.