Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 32174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“Then you should probably rip them off me,” I say, taking his mouth in an even deeper kiss.
I feel my back hit the bed, and he starts to rip my clothes from me, Hulk-style.
“I don’t want women calling your phone, either.” I feel him laugh against my neck as he places open-mouthed kisses there.
I give him a smack on his giant bicep.
“Cupcake, I don’t talk to many women except Pink’s sisters,” he informs me before taking my earlobe into his mouth and sucking it, making me moan his name.
“Would never even think about another woman now that I’ve tasted you. Fuck, who am I kidding? I knew no one else would ever do when your picture landed on my desk. Lit up my world. I was going through the motions and didn’t even realize how lonely I was until you came into my life. Made me want something I didn’t know I needed. Even if you left me, I’d spend every moment of my life trying to get you back. But I won’t let that happen. I’d never let you come close to thinking about leaving me.” I hear a click, then feel metal around my wrist, then hear another click. “No one could ever give me what you have. I wouldn’t even try to replace you. I’d just spend my days and nights trying to get you back.”
He leans up, looking down at me, his eyes all soft. I can feel tears pool in my eyes. No one has ever made me feel so normal and so extraordinary at the same time.
“You’ll never be rid of me.”
I go to wrap my arms around his, and it’s then I notice I’m cuffed to the bed. My eyes widen.
“I’m going to show you just how much you do for me. Only you. You’ll never question what you mean to me.” His mouth comes down on mine, and like every day of the rest of our lives, he shows me just how much I mean to him.
Epilogue
Drake
5 years later…
“That’s disgusting. I won’t eat it.”
“Yeah, me neither. It smells gross,” Zoey adds, pushing her plate an inch away from her.
I lay my head in my hands and pray for strength. My wife and my almost-five-year-old daughter will surely be the death of me. Never mind the fact that Zoey is nine months pregnant with our second girl, and it’s only going to get worse.
“Girls. It’s just a vegetable medley. Why don’t you both try it?”
Zoey looks over at Amelia and shrugs her shoulders. Amelia lets out a deep breath, and they nod to one another, as if agreeing to take one for the team.
I bite my lip to keep from smiling as they both try what I made for dinner. I try to cook healthy for all of us, but sometimes my efforts are wasted. I’ve somewhat retired from the security firm, only coming in to make sure everything is in line. I don’t take on any more cases. I just make sure everyone is doing what they’re supposed to be doing, but I’m okay with it because it allows me to take care of my girls. Zoey still works when she wants, taking on jobs that interest her when it suits her. We’ve both got enough money to not have to worry about it, so we get to spend time with our daughter and each other.
Amelia makes a humming noise like she likes it, and Zoey looks at her skeptically. After a second, she picks up her fork and tries it, too, making the same exact face as Amelia. I can hardly hold back my eye roll. They’re so alike. God help me, I love the two of them more than life itself. I don’t know how my heart can possibly have any more room for love, but seeing Zoey round with our next little girl, I’m already head over heels for her, too.
After everything settled down from the stalker drama, we got married in a double ceremony just like Zoey wanted. It was a big wedding and lots of fun, but in the end I was just happy to have my cupcake beside me.
Zoey got pregnant about a minute after we met, and I couldn’t have been happier with our little girl. We decided to wait a while after Amelia was born, thinking we needed some time to adjust to kids. After she was a couple years old, we started trying again and finally got pregnant with our baby girl on the way now. I should be terrified of having another girl, but I couldn’t be more excited. I hope our new bundle of love is just like her mama, too.
Reaching over, I rub her belly and then look up into Zoey’s eyes.
“Thank you,” I whisper, and she looks at me, cocking her head to the side.
“For what?”
“For this.” I look between her and Amelia. “For everything. I’m a lucky bastard.”
“Ooooooh! Daddy said a bad word.”
“She’s right, you did,” Zoey agrees, and I just smile at them.
Life is too damn good.
Fifteen years later…
“Oh, fuck!”
“Shhh. The girls are downstairs. They’ll hear us.”
“Oh, fuck,” Zoey whispers.
I smile against her pussy and then start licking her again. I get lost in her sweet honeysuckle, licking her in long thick strokes just the way she likes it. She lies back on the bed, grabbing the pillow and putting it over her face. She’s trying to be good, but I really am torturing her.
Our oldest, Amelia, is home from college and took her sister, Brock to the movies with her. I guess they got back early, because we heard them downstairs just as things were getting hot. I jumped up and locked the door but refused to let Zoey go. They’ll be fine without us for a while.
Zoey makes mumbled noises into the pillow as I eat her pussy. I bring up two fingers and push them through her wet folds, and then deep inside her. She moans and clenches around them, and my dick throbs in response.