Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“I do. I love you very much, you and the girls. The three of you are my everything. I hate what we all went through this week, even though it taught me a lot, like not to take advantage of life and to live in the moment.” Fuck, this woman, she’s about to bring me to my knees. First, I’m going to take her mouth, show her without saying a single word. And I won’t start slowly. My lips meet hers, teeth nipping at her lower lip until she moans. My tongue slides inside her mouth, hers meeting mine, tangling together. I’m trying my hardest to keep my hands on hers. All I want is to feel her body plastered to mine, her tits moving up and down as I work her nipples, my cock pressed against the cheeks of her ass, knowing I could get off that way, but not today. Today it’s not about me.
“Good. I’m talking to the girls tomorrow, or the day after, not sure. I just know it’ll be soon. Now, as much as I want to give you that orgasm you’re searching for, there’s only one way that’s going to happen. Your hands stay on the wall, you’re not moving them, not jarring yourself, and I’ll work that sweet pussy of yours with my mouth.” Bailey’s low guttural moan has me dropping to me knees, watching as she nods in agreement, and then I’m there, back against the wall, her bare glistening cunt in front of me. I swipe my tongue along her slit, savoring her flavor, knowing this is mine for the rest of my life.
THIRTY-SIX
Forest
There was no way I could hold back from talking to Cammy and Piper, especially after hearing Bailey return my favorite words besides yes, oh God, and I’m coming, Forest. I knew saying I love you to my girls was easy enough, like breathing air. Saying them to Bailey is pretty damn easy, too. After she came with my mouth fucking her pussy, holding her hips steady so she couldn’t move and hurt herself, I washed her body and quickly did the same to myself. The yawning was coming from her fast; it was only a matter of time until she was ready to sleep. I dried her thoroughly as she stood in front of me with her hands on my shoulders. The bruises marring her body, the way taking a deep breath hurt, but it was an absolute necessity evil for her to do, it pained me that I had to watch her walk to our bed when I could have gotten her there faster if I could pick her up. We slipped a shirt of mine over her body. She didn’t worry about panties or bottoms of any kind, and she was sliding between the sheets. It was tempting to get in beside her, to get some much-needed sleep that you never get at a hospital, not with nurses and doctors traipsing in and out of the room at all hours of the night. Fuck, that first night was the worst, the monitor beeping continuously, the tube draining the blood that wasn’t where it was supposed to be, worried that the other shoe would drop, causing me to lose Bailey before I even got her. Instead, I sat on the side of our bed, my hand once again in hers, waiting to leave until her breathing was evened out, eyes no longer fluttering in and out of sleep like she was trying to fight the need for a nap. One thing about Bailey is, the woman is strong, fiercely independent, and so loving it makes my heart ache.
I reluctantly let her hand go, knowing that my time up here was limited. My family has done a shit ton of saintly work lately, and I already owe them more than I could ever repay. Not that they’d ever allow it. One day, if the time were ever to come, I’d do exactly what they have. I brush a kiss across Bailey’s forehead and hear a soft sigh leave her lips, then move away from the bed quietly. I’ve got two girls to talk to. Hopefully, they’ll understand that I love Bailey, like they love her, only differently.
“Dad, Dad!” I’m barely out of the bedroom, keeping the door cracked in case Bailey calls out for help. She probably won’t or wouldn’t; it seems to be a guessing game. The way the paramedic described the scene was in full detail. She climbed out of her seat into the back, making sure the girls were okay, not moving them, holding their hands while talking to them in a calming voice. Once the paramedics, fire trucks, and police officers appeared, she let them go and crawled out of the backseat, refusing to get on the stretcher because she wanted to stay with Cammy and Piper. Fuck, she’s been put through the damn wringer this week.