Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 6933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 35(@200wpm)___ 28(@250wpm)___ 23(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 6933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 35(@200wpm)___ 28(@250wpm)___ 23(@300wpm)
“Oh, my God. That’s crazy. What do you guys do over there that can happen?”
“When nothing is going on, things tend to be a bit boring.”
“Apparently.” she slides down and grips my cock. It’s still rock hard; how could it not be? I’ve got a gorgeous woman on top of me.
“When did you get this?” I ask, noticing my name tattooed on her wrist for the first time.
“The day you left.”
“When did you get this?” she asks, pumping my dick in her tiny fist. She uses her other hand to trace her name across my heart.
“A while ago,” I groan. I got it after we landed in Germany to pick up supplies before heading to Afghanistan last time. We probably got the tattoos on the same damn day. She moans contentedly; maybe purrs is a better word.
“I’ve missed this,” she says, lifting up and guiding me into her. “Welcome home.” She’s fully seated before she starts moving. Gripping her hips, I look between us and watch my cock disappear and reappear from her tight cunt. It’s mesmerizing. She’s not completely bare, but neat and tidy. I can see her clit peeking out on each thrust. Leaning forward, she obstructs my view, but grinds her clit against me, trying to get off faster. Fuck that. We have so much time to make up for. Flipping her over, I slam back into her, lifting her right leg over my shoulder. Her left leg wraps around my waist. Her headboard is banging against the wall like a storm door in a hurricane. I can’t bring myself to care. This is what I’m meant to do. Pleasure and worship her body for the rest of my life.
I take her two more times before the sun comes up. Only then do I finally let her sleep. Getting out of bed, I pull my pants back on and walk out into the hallway—a son. I have a son, and everyone kept that fact away from me. I guess I get it, and I probably should be more upset about it, but I’m not. How can I be? I have a son and the love of my life beside me. Nothing could be better.
“Oh, Forest. It’s good to see you again,” Mrs. Austen, Desi’s mom, says, coming around the corner, surprising me, though I don’t know why. For as long as I’ve known her, she’s gotten up early. She’s an accountant at a large firm in Manhattan. It takes about forty minutes to get there from here when there’s no traffic. She plans like there’s always traffic.
“It’s nice to see you too, ma’am.”
“None of that now. I am certain I told you to call me Farah.”
“You did. Of course, Farah.”
“When did you get home?” she asks, angling her face slightly.
“Just a little bit ago.”
“And you’ve heard, I suppose.”
“I have. I’m going to get him from Steve now.”
“Alright. Desi was just doing what she thought was best. Who were we to argue with her? You know how headstrong and obstinate she can be. It was a million times worse while she was pregnant.”
“I wouldn’t know, Farah. It was kept from me.” Okay, so I’m still pissed about that, but nothing can be done about it but move forward.
“Well, I’m sure the next one won’t be.”
“Damn right, ma’am.”
She laughs and continues on to the kitchen. In the living room, Steve is lying on the couch, the baby on his chest sound asleep.
“Hey, Steve. I’ll take him. You should go back to bed.”
“Yeah? Okay?” he says sleepily. I take FJ from him, and he settles against me with a sigh. Who would have thought sighs could be cute?
Walking back into her bedroom, I put the baby in the bassinet and climb into bed beside her.
“I really am sorry,” she says as I pull her close to me.
“I know, Desi. I know.
Before I got home tonight, I didn’t know what was happening. She ghosted me, and there was nothing I could do about that.
“I love you,” she murmurs.
“I love you too,” I reply.
“Ask me to marry you better than that,” she says, yawning.
“We’ll see,” I say, chuckling.
I fall asleep knowing that my life has never been more complete. I love this girl and the baby she’s given me, even if I’m a little late. I can’t wait to see what the rest of our lives hold.
CHAPTER 4
DESIREE
I start the coffee while Forest takes a shower. He’s being so understanding. If the situation were somehow reversed, I don’t think I’d be so nice about it. We are taking FJ to see Santa Claus today. I already had that planned, but now Forest is going with us. Our first family outing. I’m both nervous and excited. I grab everything to make bacon and eggs. I like mine scrambled while he likes his over easy. I’m flipping the bacon when he comes up behind me.