Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I knew Mrs. Honey was going to be a grandma to her. A better one than my parents would ever be. I’ve put my parents in my life where they need to be—to the side. I still talk to them now and then, but it no longer hurts when I do. They are who they are and I don’t need their love.
Rocco and I are making our own family. It will be however we want it to be and I know it will be filled with so much love our children will never guess our devotion and love for them.
“Go get ready, baby, or I might change my mind,” Rocco slaps my ass and hands me a towel. I give him a fake glare that he isn’t buying and it only gets me another smack to my ass.
I turn to go get ready, but Rocco grabs me and pulls me back into him to kiss me again. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead on mine.
“Love you, Lizzy.”
“Love you too, Rocco,” I respond instantly, making him smile down at me. Neither of us gets tired of hearing each other say those words.
“Thank you,” he says, kissing me again before I can ask why he’s thanking me. When he pulls back his eyes are soft. “I know you’re not weak. I just like taking care of you. I can’t help myself.” I smile up at him. “You think I saved you that day but you saved me, too, baby. Life before you wasn’t worth a shit. You gave me life.”
“Rocco.” This time a tear does fall from my eye. He kisses it, stopping it in its tracks.
“They might have tossed me into a prison, but I was locked up long before that. You set me free.”
“We set each other free,” I correct.
Epilogue
Rocco
Six years later…
I hit the nail harder than I need to, pushing it so far into the wood it will never come out again. I should be in my office going over plans for a new project we won the bidding on, but I need to burn off some aggression and I knew this would do the trick or I’d be walking around for the rest of the day like a bear with a thorn in his paw.
When I look up I notice no one else is around working. I listen but hear nothing. Where the fuck did everyone go? I drop the hammer and let it hit the freshly carpeted floor. I’m about to yell out for everyone to get their asses to work but freeze when my wife comes around the corner. Her long hair is down all around her in waves. My fingers itch to touch it. To touch her. All these years and I still can’t get enough of her.
“Someone in a mood today?” she asks, leaning up against the doorframe of the freshly painted home we’re almost done building. A few more touches here and there and this place will be on the market. Not long though. There has already been a bidding war on the homes we’re throwing up in the new subdivision. We can't build them fast enough. LR Construction has exploded over the last five years.
She licks those plump lips as she gives me a coy smile. I’m guessing she already knows the answer to the question. Hell, anyone who came within a fucking mile knew I was in a mood today. I tried to hide it the best I could this morning, but my wife can always read me. There is no hiding shit from her.
She has a house full of our kids to worry about. She doesn't need me acting like a brat to add to it. Because it’s what I’ve been doing. I’m acting like a spoiled kid whose favorite toy was taken from him. I know it. It’s why I tried to hide that shit, but here my wife is. Like always, here to make sure I have everything I need.
I should tell her I’m fine, to go home and take a nap or something, but that’s not what I do. I don’t answer her question and instead clear the distance between us, easily picking her up. It’s lucky I’m already in the bedroom. I kick closed the door, not giving two shits if I put a dent in it. I’ll replace it.
When her back softly hits the wall she lets out a laugh that I quickly cut off with my mouth. My dick grows harder, enjoying the feel of her laughter against my body as it turns into a sweet moan. “Gotta get her out of our bed,” I rumble against my wife’s mouth.
Our youngest little girl has made a habit out of crawling into our bed. That means I can't wake my wife how I like to—with my face between her lush thighs making her cum against my mouth before I slide deep inside of her.