Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“You’ll have to forgive me for feeling differently. One day, you’ll have a child and understand,” he says. I have my hands in my pocket. He has no idea that we’ve yet to use protection, and I know for a fact Fawn isn’t on any sort of contraception. I love watching my cum slide out of her pussy only for me to push it back in with my cock or my fingers, insuring her pregnancy every chance I get. I’m not going to say a damn word to Jack about that, though; he’d really fucking hate me. After my last divorce, the thought of marriage was the last thing on my mind. Fawn’s entrance changed everything, and I finally allowed myself the pleasure of having her and thinking about her round with my child, the ring on her finger big enough for every other swinging dick to see she’s taken, watching as she waddles around the house, pissed at me for carrying her up and down the stairs, much like she does now, when all I really want is her in my arms.
“You’re right, I don’t know yet. But I will one day. When I tell you our relationship is the real deal, I mean it. I married once for convenience to further my career; it was dumb on my part. Leslie knew the reasoning, and it still went to shit. I’m not blaming her alone; we both made mistakes. What I’m telling you now is that this time around, I’m marrying for love, for forever, as long as Fawn will have me.” Jack stops his pacing, cracking his knuckles with every pace, gearing up to make me pay if I’m not serious about his daughter.
“Fuck, you’re telling the truth?” he asks, turning around, looking me in the eyes. I drop any semblance of the attorney I am, the guard I usually only drop for Fawn and my best friends. Jack needs to see my genuineness, so I let him.
“I am.” I stay where I am, feet planted shoulder-width apart, gearing up for what he’s about to serve me.
“Good. Make sure you always do. If you hurt my little girl, this will only be the beginning.” Jacks fist rears backwards. I brace for impact, letting him get this one lick in. This is where we differ. If the roles were reversed, the man who took my little girl would get much more than a fist to the jaw—he’d be knocked the fuck out, threatened to be killed, to have his body parts chopped up and thrown into the Hudson River.
“That’s it, Jack, all you’re getting. I’m not your personal punching bag,” I tell him, taking my hand out of my pocket as I run my tongue around the outside of my lips to look for a cut but not feeling one. The taste of blood in my mouth means my teeth are the culprit for cutting the inside of my cheek.
“We’ll agree to disagree, but if I leave too many bruises on you, my daughter may not ever talk to me again,” Jack states.
There’s a pounding on the door, followed by a cacophony of voices, one being distinctly Fawn, the other Stella grumbling, “Jack, do not make me get out the sheets and blankets for the couch tonight. You know how much I hate someone sleeping on the nice furniture.” Jack grunts. I hold my smile back.
“Let’s not keep the ladies waiting too much longer, or we’ll both be in the dog kennel. And word of advice: Fawn is a lot like my Stella. They’ve got no problem allowing you to be in charge, but if you screw up, you’re well and truly fucked. The grudge takes at least three days, icing you out, and forget sleeping in bed with them,” he says before opening the door to four women.
“Dad! How could you?” Fawn comes barreling in, making a beeline for me. I meet her halfway, and her good hand cups my jaw lightly.
“I’m okay, we’re okay, everything’s okay,” I soothe her by bringing her in close, my hand going to her lower back, being careful not to hurt her injured wrist.
“Well, since the cat is out of the bag with Fawn and Sylvester, here goes nothing. Blaire and I are in love, and we’re getting married,” Sable announces.
“You’ve already done enough damage, so watch how you respond to your other daughter. I’d really hate for you to say something you can’t take back,” Stella chides while Sable is holding hands with Blaire.
“Oh my gosh, we have a wedding to plan! Are you thinking a big wedding or a small wedding, or are you doing a destination wedding like you talked about when we were little girls?” Fawn asks, spinning around in my arms. My hand goes to her lower stomach as I think back to what Jack said about one day knowing what it feels like. With any luck, that day is going to come in about nine months.