Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Don’t move.” I suck in a breath as I feel him lift my skirt and slide straight back into me. I keep my hands where they are as he moves behind me, fucking me like I wanted. He always knows exactly what to do without me having to ask. “Hands,” he whispers.
I put them back on the wall, and he chuckles at my huff of annoyance.
“They went behind there.”
I come as I hear those words.
It didn’t take me long.
I’m already worked up, and his cock always hits that perfect spot, no matter what angle. He knows how to please me.
“Gotta go, love. We can finish this in the car.” He pulls my skirt down, grabs my hand, and then we’re running again. I can’t help the giggle that escapes. And all I see is his smiling face as he looks back at me.
He takes me to the car.
Fucks me some more.
Then at home, he eats me for dessert.
And I wonder…
Is it him who has the pregnancy sex craving, or am I just that damn lucky?
Thirty-One
Kyson
One Year Later…
* * *
“Nope, no. Not happening,” I hear Kenzo say on the phone.
“Kenzo, she’s sick. Help her.”
“No, she has green shit in her nose. I am not touching that.” Kalilah grabs the phone from my hand, and I can tell she’s mad.
“Kenzo Hunter, if you can kill someone, you can wipe your niece’s nose. Now do it.”
“Fuck, you’re bossy.” He has us on FaceTime, so we watch as he puts the phone down and crawls over our daughter, who is a bundle of joy and always seems to stop crying when Kenzo holds her.
And it took some time to even get him to hold her.
He got sick of hearing her cry every time he came over. First it was because she wasn’t latching correctly to Kalilah’s boobs, then it was gas. It’s been never-ending shit, but the best kind of never-ending shit, especially when she is happy.
Well, those are my favorite days.
Today, Kalilah had a doctor’s appointment, and she asked that I take her, so I asked Kenzo to babysit.
He agreed as long as she was asleep.
She was.
But not for long.
Lyla has been an amazing baby at night and sleeps all the way through. But during the day is another story.
And Lyla really likes Kenzo.
Kalilah moved back in with me about a month later. She tried to stand her ground, but she missed my house too much and preferred to sleep next to me. Her old room is now Lyla’s room, and my spare room is where her parents stay when they come to visit. They have come almost every month and are even talking about moving here. They met my brothers, and surprisingly, they loved them. Zuko even had a full conversation with her father. Go figure!
Her father told me before he left that he’s glad she is surrounded by such good men.
Little does he know…
“Stop moving and hold still.” We both look at Kenzo on the screen. “You are such a gremlin, you know that, right? You need to learn to wipe your own damn nose.”
“Kenzo, she isn’t even six months old. She can’t even crawl,” I remind him.
“Yeah, shut up. She’s more clever than she looks. She’s already getting men to do her dirty work.”
Lyla giggles, and we watch as he leans down to pick her up. Her little arms wrap around his throat, and she lays her head there.
He doesn’t move to pick up the phone.
Kenzo has told us he never wants kids—that she is more than enough for him. And I believe him. I was never sure if I wanted a family. Honestly, I never believed it would happen with who we are, but it has. And I have the best fucking woman to have this lifestyle with.
Kalilah stopped working when she was around seven months pregnant. Her morning sickness came back in the last trimester, so it was best she quit. They did tell her she was welcome back any time, which made her extremely happy.
“We’ll be home later.” I hang up. We know she will be fine with him. He only FaceTimes us when he doesn’t know what to do.
“Kalilah.”
“Hmm…” she says from the passenger seat. Her eyes are on her phone as she looks at the photographs she took of Lyla this morning.
“I still want to marry you,” I tell her.
She lifts her head and turns it toward me. “I don’t know if I want that,” she replies quietly.
I pull the car over and face her. “It’s okay, I can wait.”
She bites her lip. “What if I never want it?”
“Then I will wait forever. One day you will say yes. It’s only a matter of time. And I’m in no rush. Maybe I’ll knock you up again, and we can create our own elite team.”
“Our kids will not be trained killers,” she warns, pointing a finger at me.