Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“I was in the elevator. I lost my signal for a minute. Didn’t you get my note?”
“Yes, but I’m scared.”
“So am I, Dean. I love you and I’m not going anywhere, but if you ever keep something from me again, I’m going to rip your balls off and feed them to you.”
“Understood. God, I love you.” I pick her up and carry her to the sofa. I’d bring her to the bedroom but that’s as far as I can make it. I grunt and she doesn’t miss a beat.
“Damn it, Dean. You have to take the medicine.” She tries to get out of my arms, but I tug her back. “You’re in pain.”
“I deserve it. Besides, I need to hold you. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to heal me.” She drops her mouth down on mine and my heart does fucking flips. Pain completely forgotten.
Epilogue
Greta
Five Years Later…
“Dean, don’t you think two babies is enough,” I moan as he thrusts into me from behind. I’m teasing and he knows it. I love having his beautiful babies. We only made it to the edge of the bed before he pounced. My hard nipples scrape against the soft sheets, my knees on the mattress and my ankles trapping his thighs between my legs.
Leaning over my back, holding my hair tight in his fist, he growls against the shell of my ear, “Nope. I need you good and filled.” My pussy wall flutters around his cock, aching to get every drop of his seed. It’s been two years since we had a baby, and my body’s begging for another.
“Fuck, bounce that ass back,” he commands, holding onto my hair. I pop my hips back, working his length.
“You’re so deep,” I moan. The man sees what he’s doing to me as my soaked core shakes around him.
“I want you to feel me with every step you take across that stage. I want you to feel me as you accept that diploma and know that I own that sexy ass.” Today I graduate from Boston College. It took five years, but I’ve done it.
“You’ve always owned me,” I cry out, grabbing the sheets on the bed and bow my back. My orgasm rips through me, hitting every nerve ending down to my soul. With a growl, he fills me up with jets of his cum. His thick forearms stretch out onto the bed as he holds his weight off me. Dean peppers little kisses on my neck and left shoulder blade. We may be catching our breath for a minute because we’re not even close to done.
An hour later, we’re rushing out of the house to make it to the ceremony on time. My parents are back in town for the graduation. We’re not close at all, but they still show when we pay for their tickets to visit.
Becks has been sweet enough to keep our boys for the night. When it’s my turn to walk across the stage, I feel Dean’s eyes roam over me. Stealing a look, I see my husband with a smile of pure pride. I know it’s partly because I’m graduating, but it’s also partly because I’m walking unsteadily. I wink at him and then accept my diploma from the Dean of Technology. We shake hands and I swear, I could hear Dean growl. I love that nutty man. Nothing’s changed in all these years. Benji was right; I wouldn’t be bothered by it one bit.
Once it’s over I run into my husband’s arms and he kisses me with such possessiveness that we draw a crowd of cheers. “I missed your first graduation. I’m so glad I didn’t miss this one.”
“I love you, Dean.”
“I live for you, Greta. Now it’s time to celebrate with our family and then you and I are going to celebrate in private.”
“Sounds wonderful.” I share brief hugs with both of our parents before Dean pulls me back to him.
“I’m so proud of you, baby,” he whispers as he holds me tight. Just as he does, the skies open up. “Oh no, it’s raining.” It comes down in a flooding downpour that doesn’t stop my husband.
We kiss again and finally he breaks his mouth away before flipping me over his shoulder and carrying me to our car. “It’s just like the night we met except I’m not letting you second guess going home with me.”
“You nut.”
“I’m your nut.”
“Come on, you two. We’re going to be soaked and dinner’s going to have to be at the house.”
“That’s fine with me,” Dean growls, rubbing my ass.
Dean Jr.
Two months later…
I enter my wife's office in the back of the house. She slides her glasses down her nose, looking at me with her pretty eyes. "My parents are stopping by today." We moved into our much larger home outside of the city after she graduated, and I finally retired officially. After we made up, she asked me about the position. It took some convincing, but she got me to call the chief of detectives back and say that I’d gladly accept the desk job temporarily. I gave it my all for those five years, but being a husband and father is so much more fulfilling when I can be present.