Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“This is Jeremy’s plane,” I tell her, then turn to him. “Come to see us off?”
He chuckles, but his eyes are on Brigid. “Something like that. But now that I think about it, I could use a break away from my fucking mother. Cayman is calling. You got room for one more?”
“Yes,” Brigid answers before any of us can say a thing. I turn her way and see the blush rise on her cheeks as she mumbles the next words. “I mean, it’s your plane.”
Hannah shakes her head. “No way. No. I’d rather walk.”
I start to laugh at that, and Jeremy tears his eyes from Brigid long enough to speak to me. “Tell her, man. She’s going to hate me for the rest of her life if you don’t.”
“Fine,” I say, even though I was enjoying the moment. “Jeremy was my inside man on that job. Let’s just say, I got him out of a tight spot with some old friends of mine. Something money couldn’t fix. He owed me and when I put together he was Margaret’s son, I called in a few favors. Then one more when I needed a private plane.” Hannah’s staring at me, then Jeremy, as I finish. “He also flew the drone into our room on my request. Forced proximity can be an intoxicating aphrodisiac. Not that we needed one. But, I like stacking the deck in my favor.”
“That was you?” She glares at him.
Jeremy nods. “You’re welcome, by the way. And when this guy called me out of the blue a month ago, I got him sorted out with a new ID, flights where he needed and a bit of spending money to get him going.”
“You kissed my fingers,” she says, still sounding disgusted.
“Yeah, what can I say? I do play a good asshole. Shall we get this bird in the air?” He glances at Brigid as he says it, and I hear her squeak, but she doesn’t say any words.
I put my arm around Hannah’s shoulders and pull her in close. “Jeremy’s a good guy, but if he tried to kiss you again, I would have taken him out.”
“My big strong Daddy,” Hannah says as Ruthie looks up, and I let her grab my finger and as I guide my family to the plane, tears burning down my cheeks.
I’ve never been more sure of a bet in my life. This is my final play and I’ve hit the jackpot.
chapter seventeen
Hannah
Four Years Later
I rub my foot over the hard length pushing out on the front of Dietrich’s swim shorts, admiring how handsome he is in the morning sun as we sit at our round cocktail table, down among the palm trees on our private beach.
“You’re like fine wine,” I purr, pulling down my barely there yellow swimsuit top and rubbing my breasts. “You want another milk facial?”
Dietrich looks up from his laptop where he’s been tapping away for the last hour. “Daddy always wants your milk.”
“I think that’s what keeps you so young looking. All the breast milk. If you’re not drinking from the fountain, it’s spraying in your face, or on your dick.”
“You know you love sucking your milk off my cock.”
I nod as he reaches over and takes one of my swollen breasts between his hands, rolling the heavy flesh back and forth as the tingling sensation has a stream of warm milk spraying onto his face.
He opens his mouth, tongue out, eyes closed as he squeezes and shakes his face back and forth in the white spray, making motorboat sounds as it drips off his chin and onto my calf.
I take a look at my phone, knowing that Jeremy and Brigid will be back with the kids soon.
A grin pulls at my lips. “You’re impossible.” I shake my head as he leans forward and latches on hard, tugging my nipple to the back of his throat as my eyes roll back and I’m immediately soaking wet.
He mumbles around my nipple but I’m already in heaven. This life we’ve made has been sown with the seeds of a love I never dreamed was possible. It’s not what everyone wants but it’s exactly what we need.
I stroke the sides of Dietrich’s face as he suckles and tugs me to stand, then reaches down and releases his cock from his swim trunks, never missing a beat with his mouth on my breast.
He grunts, tugging at the threads on the sides of my bikini until my bottoms are around my feet and I settle onto his cock, already drenched and throbbing for what I need. He hums as he strokes my bare lips, smooth as silk from his up close and personal shave this morning.
Another of the million ways he’s takes care of his girl.
Dietrich has stayed virtually the same since that day we met, if maybe ten pounds heavier—which he also blames on the breastmilk.