Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Mila shakes her head, sending the waves of her hair bouncing. I keep walking and don’t stop until I slip out the back way and hop in the limo waiting for us.
I pull off the barely-there swimsuit from her body. I’m careful not to rip it, though, as I want to see it on her in one of our hot springs back home. I can’t wait for us to be on the private plane and on our way back home again.
“I belong to you,” she says. It pulls me back from the edge I was riding. I look down at her smiling face. Reaching between us, I undo my belt and in seconds I’m sliding into her sweetness. She’s always ready for me. We both moan.
“You’ll always belong to me, wife,” I growl against her mouth. She wraps her legs around me.
“Take me home then,” she moans.
And I do.
Epilogue
Mila
Ten years later…
“Jax,” I cry out, but his hand lands over my mouth, muffling the sound.
“Never could be quiet,” he grunts as he keeps thrusting into me. The orgasm rushes through me and I milk every drop of it until my body goes lax under him. I feel his release fill me, and I moan again.
No, I never could be quiet. Even after all these years. I should have gotten better, but I haven’t. My husband makes me forget everything when he is making love to me, but like always he’s my protector and watches out for me, and well, right now, watching out for a little ones’ ears.
He rolls, taking me with him so I’m laid out on his chest. I kiss the spot over his heart and sigh happily. I’m so relaxed, but I know we need to get up.
“Mommy! I’m done with my snack!” our youngest son yells from the other side of the bedroom door. I love having them home during the summer, but I also miss Jax’s and my alone time during the day when we can be as loud as we want without having to worry. But I wouldn't change a thing. I love my boys, even if my house is filled with so much testosterone. At least there is a lot of space for them to run wild and a barn full of animals to keep them busy and wear them out.
All in all, life is perfect.
“Okay. Be out in a second, sweetheart.”
“I’ll get them, pretty girl,” Jax says, giving me a kiss and nuzzling my baby bump before getting up off the bed.
“I told them we’d go swimming,” I yawn, sitting up. I watch my husband get dressed, my eyes trained on his hard ass. While I have gotten soft in areas on my body, my husband’s is still hard as can be. He jokes that he has to stay in shape in case one of these times I end up having a girl. This is going to be our last baby, and I know it’s going to be a girl. I can feel it. I love my boys, but I need a little touch of girl around here.
“I can take them.” He dresses quickly.
“I’m coming.” I stand. Jax walks over to me and pulls me into him. “Only a few more days of summer left. I don’t want to miss anything.”
“Don’t wear that swimsuit.” He grabs my ass, and I roll my eyes, fighting a laugh. “No one wants to see my stretch marks.” I go to pull away from him, but he drops to his knees in front of me and grabs me by the hips. He kisses one of the marks.
“These marks are beautiful. Each one was from our children.” He kisses another one. “You might not love them, but I fucking love each one of them.”
My eyes water. “Jax,” I whisper. “I love you so much.” He smiles up at me then stands and kisses me once again.
“Love you, too, pretty girl. Now get your beautiful ass dressed. I’ll get the boys together and round up the dogs.” He walks out our bedroom door. I don’t know what I did in life to get that man, but I’m the luckiest girl in the whole world.
I go into my closet, find a swimsuit and pull on a pair of jean shorts. Then I slip on my flip-flops. I stop in the kitchen to grab some snacks but see Jax already has a small cooler ready to go. I grab it and step out onto the deck.
I watch my older son come riding up on a four wheeler followed by my husband and the other kids on the Gator. Five dogs run behind them and everyone’s ready to go.
“Mom, I was gonna get that.” Taylor jumps off his four wheeler and runs over towards me. “No lifting stuff.” He grabs the cooler. All of the boys are protective of me. Not only do they all look like their dad, but they act like him, too. All protectors.