Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
His gift.
Kissin’ his way down my naked body. “Oh, you’ll enjoy it, Gremlin...”
“Jackson, you’re healthy!”
He sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Mmmhmm.”
I moaned, “You’re going to live a long life with your memories!”
Slidin’ to the other nipple. “Mmmhmm.”
“All these years! Finally! Freedom!”
“Mmmhmm.”
Down my torso he went, kissin’, lickin’ until he kissed my lips, and I’m not talkin’ about the ones on my face.
“I want another baby girl, and then I want a boy,” he groaned, makin’ me smile big and wide.
We never talked about havin’ kids before, and hearin’ him say these things to me were new and very excitin’.
Arousing would be the best way to describe it.
“I still can’t believe you’re okay. You’re really okay!”
Sucking my clit into his mouth, he moved his head side-to-side. Humming, “Mmmhmm.”
“Ah...”
He gently bit down, and I squirmed as he pushed two fingers inside of me, causin’ my back to arch off the mattress. Instantly, hittin’ my sweet spot while he devoured me with his mouth.
I panted, “We’re gonna have the best life, the best memories, the best future. Together.”
“Mmmhmm.”
My breathing hitched, and my legs trembled.
“I’m gonna come.”
“Not like this, you aren’t.”
“Wha—”
Before I got the word out, he flipped me over onto my stomach and spread me wide open.
My mouth dropped to the bed. “Jackson!”
“Shhh!”
“Your tongue is in my butt!”
“Mmmhmm.”
“This ain’t how you make a baby!”
“Well, it’s in my face. I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Like I told you when we were kids, if I wanted in there, I’d get in there.”
Sliding his fingers back inside of me, he proceeded to give me the most intense orgasm of my life. All while his tongue rimmed my ass. Makin’ me eat my words from long ago.
Kissin’ his way back up my body, he growled as he slammed into me in one hard thrust.
“I’m only just getting started. We aren’t leaving this bed today. I’m spending the rest of the day inside of you.”
And, he did.
Epilogue
<>Harley<>
Now: Twenty-nine-years-old
“Momma! Daddy threw away my pink bikini! The one you just bought me for my birthday party today!”
“Ugh.” I rolled my eyes, walkin’ into Bailey’s bedroom. “I swear those pink bikinis get all the girls in this family in trouble.”
“You bet your ass they do,” Jackson chimed in, leanin’ against the doorway with his arms over his chest. Lookin’ all handsome and bully-like at the same time.
“Daddy!” Bailey stomped her foot. “What am I gonna wear now? I don’t got nothin’ new.”
“Baby girl, you got plenty of one-pieces in your drawer.”
She looked at him like he was crazy. “But, Daddy! It’s my ninth birthday today, and Momma said I could finally wear a two-piece. We bought a special pink one for my birthday party, and I already told all my friends!” she explained all in one breath.
“Jackson, we talked about this.”
“Vroom, vroom, vroom!” Our six-year-old son ran into the room with his toy car. Colorful Band-Aids spread throughout his body. A few on his forehead, some more down his arms, endin’ with a couple on his legs. He fell, or should I say he jumped, out of a treehouse out back ’cuz Bailey dared him to.
Now, he wouldn’t take them off. Sayin’ he was a cool bad boy.
“Get out of my room, Beau! No boys allowed.”
“It smells like Mom’s poop spray in here.”
“Oh my God. Jackson, see what you started.”
“Listen.” He put his hands out in front of him in a surrenderin’ gesture. “It’s not my fault you think it’s okay to spray that girly shit in the bathroom. We’re men, we associate with smells.” Tuggin’ me toward him, he whispered in my ear, “Like how I still get so fuckin’ hard when you smell like you do now.”
“You’re disgustin’!” Bailey addressed her brother. “You’re the only one who smells like a big giant turd.”
I shook my head, grabbin’ my pregnant belly.
“Why did we decide to have another?”
“I love you barefoot and pregnant.”
“Ugh. You’re as horrible as your son.”
“Daddy,” Bailey whined, bringin’ our attention over to her. “My friends are gonna think I’m a big fat liar.”
“Bailey, tell them it was me. I threw the bikini away.”
“That ain’t gonna fix nothin’. They already don’t like you. You and Pops made Jimmy cry, remember?”
My mouth dropped open. “Jackson! You did not threaten a child.”
“I cannot confirm or deny those allegations until Shiloh is present.”
The more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Over the last five years, we grew into our family dynamic which was complete and utter insanity. The older Bailey got, the more protective Jackson became, and not only him...
My father.
The Prez.
Pops.
Like Bailey called him.
He was just as bad as her daddy. My poor baby girl, she never saw it comin’. I’d be surprised if she’s ever allowed to date, let alone have a boyfriend.
Our families were tighter than ever. They were once again in our lives, and I couldn’t have been happier. I spent years distancin’ myself for nothin’.