Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“Come for me,” he demands, and my body obeys his. I feel the loss of him, and I hate it. Slade does what he says he would, pulling out, and I feel his cum paint me. And when it hits my clit, I swear I’m coming with him again or it could be that my sneaky man knew I needed to come again, and he plunged two thick fingers inside me, prolonging both of our pleasure.
“God, Slade,” I breathe out. He falls down beside me, both of us exhausted from pleasure.
“I’m making that appointment this week. I’m tired of not feeling you come around me, and I really fucking hate condoms.”
I roll over, tucking myself into his side and say, “Thank you. I know we planned to have more children, but I love how close the kids are in age already. We have this awesome flow with us. We can just spoil our nieces or nephews from the Uncles that surround our children.” I say, kissing his throat. Slade’s hand curls around my body, grabbing my ass cheek and kneading it.
“I’m okay with this plan, plus I can get you drunk more often, and Goddamn do I love drunk sex with you.” His cock tries to come to life once more, but even it’s too tired to go again.
“I love you, Slade Chavez,” I murmur.
“And, I love you, Taylor Chavez.” He kisses me, and I slowly start to fall asleep. I feel Slade get up, then he cleans me off with a warm, wet cloth before sliding back into bed and wrapping me in his arms again, right where I love to be.
BONUS EPILOGUE
SLADE
It’s the middle of the night before I finally make it home, Nighthawk Security has only gotten bigger, taking on more clients, and that means we’re spread thin even with the new hires we brought on. The house is shut down for the night, doors and windows closed, locked, curtains drawn, and the alarm system was set to stay when I walked in the house. I disarmed it, then rearmed it, went through all of the doors and windows, double checking everything is locked for my own peace of mind. Not that Taylor didn’t do it correctly, because she did, if anything she’s as protective as I am when it comes to our family. Once I’m done with the downstairs, I take my boots off at the bottom of the stairs, not wanting to wake up our three children. Our home is a two story, all the rooms are upstairs, split floor plan so that we won’t wake our kids when it’s a heated night. One thing about Taylor, when she’s in the throes of an orgasm keeping quiet is damn near impossible.
I silently make my way to each of our children’s rooms. Grace is sound asleep, tucked beneath two layers of blankets, always cold at night, the complete opposite of myself and her brothers Grayson and Gavin. I go inside, kiss her forehead, then walk out without her none the wiser. The boys share a room, they didn’t have to, Taylor was all but adamant each kid have their own personal space, Grayson and Gavin didn’t want that even though they’re still young that doesn’t mean they’ll let their opinion go unheard. Taylor and I let them have their way, but she was adamant about no bunk beds, I do the same thing that I did with Grace for the boys, kissing their foreheads, draping the blanket back on Grayson that he’s kicked off, Gavin’s are above his head, body stretched as much as it can in the twin size bed. If they boys keep growing as fast as they are we’ll have to move them to bigger beds in no time at all.
I back away, silently, cracking their door as I go, the same I did with Grace’s. Whereas the boys room is done in dark blues and muted greys, hers is quite the girly girl with light pink walls, canopy bed, and princess-like theme. That was what Taylor and I got when we asked what they’d like to do with their rooms, following through with that plan even if I grumbled the entire time. Taylor made it worth it after I painted Grace’s room pink, then moved on to the boys room after their nursery days were over. I’m sure another year or so down the road I’ll be doing it all over again as well. The hallway leading to our bedroom is full of pictures of us as a family, some when the kids were infants, some as toddlers, even now in the earliest stages of school coming, there’s pictures. Taylor wanted the memories we’ve made together showcased, so while they aren’t lined up, not an organized gallery wall at all but if you ask Taylor, it’s perfectly imperfect. I look at the one that has all five of us together, Grace on my shoulders, Grayson between Taylor and myself, and Gavin allowing his mom to hold him in her arms, a rarity these days with how much he likes to move. That probably had a lot to do with the ice cream we bribed them with, it was worth it, capturing a picture of us all to add to the wall, seeing how happy our family is together. I take one last look, soaking it all in before heading to our room where hopefully Taylor is sound asleep and my traipsing around didn’t wake her up. She’s complained many times that sleeping doesn’t come easy when I’m away for a job whether it’s just for the night like today or out of town for a job.