Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
I cupped her incredible tits and squeezed them, making her clench again. “You have the world’s greatest rack,” I groaned. “But I am still excited to see these grow and to taste their cream when you’re feeding our babies.”
She whimpered and arched her back as she locked her legs around my waist.
“There’s also knowing that any motherfucker who looks at you will know without a fucking doubt that you’re taken,” I growled. Slowly, I rocked into her, almost teasing her with the small thrust. “Seeing your round belly and knowing I bred you is going to be hot as fuck.”
She tightened her legs, but I kept my movement slow and shallow. “Ames,” she whined desperately as she wiggled, trying to encourage me to speed up.
“Hush, baby. I’m telling you about the perks. Let’s see, oh yes, fucking you bare.”
“That doesn’t count,” she gasped when I bucked a little harder. “That’s how we got ourselves here in the first place.”
“Good point…but I’m still counting it. I noticed you’ve been pretty insatiable the last few weeks…if that’s due to pregnancy hormones, then that definitely makes the top five.”
“Ames?”
“What, baby?”
She grabbed my biceps in a death grip, deliberately digging her nails into my skin and making my dick grow to epic proportions. “You can tell me the rest later. Right now, I need you to remind me who I belong to.”
Fuck. My woman knew exactly what to say to make me lose all control. And since she couldn’t seem to resist wielding that weapon, she had no one to blame but herself when she ended up pregnant again before our daughter turned six months old.
EPILOGUE
DAKOTA
I’d thought that getting pregnant during my training program would put a stop to my career, or at least derail it quite a bit. But being married to a star football player with lots of teammates who needed help investing the millions they earned each year meant that my job was secure for as long as I wanted it.
And on top of that, the owners of the company were all deeply devoted family men. They made it clear that they would work with me to make sure I was able to take care of my family while excelling at my job. Which was a lucky thing since Ames didn’t wait long to get me pregnant again.
I loved working with the guys on the Nighthawks, especially the rookies who’d never had that kind of money before. Too many professional athletes ended up without any kind of safety net because they somehow managed to spend more than they earned, but not my clients. Even the guys who got drafted last made out well by taking my advice and letting me handle their investments. And my daughter often acted as though she might follow in my footsteps with how she liked to lecture the players.
“No spend your money, Unca Brady.” Renata wagged her finger to emphasize her point.
“Not even to buy you a pony?” Brady asked, crouching down to be eye level with my three-year-old daughter.
Renata’s eyes widened, and she shook her head. “Oooh, yes! Buy a pony!”
“Are you that easily bribed?” I picked up my little girl and set her on my hip.
She clapped her tiny hands against my cheeks and shrieked, “Yay, pony!”
“No pony for you, sweetie.” I cast a baleful look at Brady when she sniffled. “Although Uncle Brady is going to feel as though he was kicked by one for suggesting it to my very impressionable and excitable baby girl.”
“Sorry, Dakota.” He flashed me an apologetic smile and held his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “I should’ve thought before I opened my big mouth. My only excuse is that my head is a mess with Prentice being moved to the IR list and what it could mean for the team…and me.”
Prentice had been the starting quarterback for as long as I’d been with Ames, and I couldn’t remember him missing a single game. The injury to his shoulder a couple of weeks ago was big news to the whole team and all of their fans, but even more so for Brady because he was one of the backup quarterbacks vying to fill the spot until Prentice could return.
“I suppose I can cut you some slack under the circumstances.” Renata began to wiggle in my hold, and I set her down so she could race over to one of her friends as fast as her little legs would take her. “But only if you get her a stuffed pony so she doesn’t ask you about buying her one for the next year. My baby girl is like a dog with a bone when she gets something in her head.”
Brady threw his head back with a laugh. “She’s not the only one in your family who’s like that.”
Ames strode across the backyard of the Long Island home we’d bought after we got married and slid his arm around my shoulders to pull me against his side. Glaring at his teammate, he growled, “Quit flirting with my wife and go find a woman of your own.”