Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Perhaps some of the dirty deets aren’t the best.
However, there are definitely worse ways all this shit could’ve come together.
I know that.
It took a while to become comfortable with that but that’s one more thing my best friends have been good for.
Reminding me that I’ve always done shit on my “out of the rink” terms, which is why they love me.
Brendan swoops an arm around the small of my back the instant I’m within in reach and begins to guide us the direction of the parking garage.
I give Orson, the member of in-house security preparing to trail closely behind us to the area, a small nod of acknowledgement and send my attention to the man lovingly cradling me to his side. Once we’re across the threshold towards the offices, I ask, “Thoughts?”
“That Ramirez would even find a way to make something amazing like our team saving a house full of orphans and puppies from a blazing fire a fucking bad thing.”
He’s extended a fist to bump in agreement. Our knuckles respectfully fall back to our sides at the same time I investigate, “How was I?”
“A fucking beauty.”
The hockey reference receives a sweet nudge and an equally sugary smile. “Appreciate it.”
Brendan knocks me with a small kiss to the side of my forehead. “Remember, we’re going straight from the doctor to pick up Mom from the airstrip, which means, yes you can crush a game day sando, but you’re gonna have to do that shit in the car.”
I open my mouth to touch on the other tradition when he lifts a hand to hush me.
“Yeah, I know the nap on game day tradition. All the boys evidently have that shit, too. Mom’s already been warned that she’ll have to socialize during the drive home because once we get there, you’re out of commish.”
“Oooo I bet we can train the twins to nap at the same time as me on game day.”
A small chuckle bounces his entire frame. “I feel like you haven’t read a single fucking parenting book yet.”
“I’ve read…” my hand flails around as we swing right for the vehicle, “highlights.”
“Oh, Harlow, you’re gonna have to do more than that over the next few months,” he laughs a little louder, which receives a glare. “You’re gonna have to get in a different type of shape for the baby season that’s coming.” Brendan opens the passenger door for me on a crooked grin. “You know what? I’ll let Mom condition you and assist her for a while.”
“Hey, you’re supposed to assist me!” I playfully squeak. “I’m your wife. Alternate cap of this team.”
“I know you are.” He delivers a good game swat to my ass along with a cheeky wink. “Just like you know I always will.”
The truth is I do know that.
Whether it’s about our relationship or our expanding family or career moves, I know without a doubt Brendan “Bricks” Brickley will always be there to provide the support I need.
And if that isn’t the definition of winning…then I don’t know what is.
The Following Summer…
Brendan
Tightening my hold on the nape of Harlow’s neck happens at the same time I growl against the shell of her pierced ear, “Be a good little slut and come again for me.”
She whimpers in protest.
Attempts to whip her head side to side, only to result in my fingers digging in tighter while the other pair thrusts faster. Continues to carve out what will be the third orgasm, which is the one she’s gonna need to tide her over until the twins crash tonight.
And the only reason she’s getting my two digits instead of my dick is because I don’t know exactly when they’ll be showing up with my mom for the annual family free skate event.
Very little puts my wife in a bad mood like having me balls deep and not getting to come at least once.
Not exactly a fan of the shit myself, but it’s a lot easier to rub one out for me in passing than it is her, a little fact she never lets me fucking forget.
“Come again for me, baby,” I command, thumb caressing her slippery clit in ceaseless circles. “Come on my fucking fingers like they’re my fucking cock.”
Wetness seeps past the edge of my palm, trickling towards the space underneath my watch, coating me in juices that I love to be covered in. Slightly curling my fingers causes Harlow’s entire frame to arch forward again as her pussy clamps down on the slippery appendages that are savagely sliding back and forth, bringing her to the orgasmic brink each time they touch the hilt but agony every time they retreat to her soaking entrance.
Using my tongue to toy with the nearby jewelry seems to do just the trick. Harlow squeezes her thighs shut on a small hitch of her breath before unleashing a scream so intoxicating it leaves my head spinning like I’ve downed ten Jägerbombs on an empty stomach. Desperation to taste the sound sends my tongue into her mouth where it laps up any little flavor of the noise it can. Rapid pulsations continue around my fingers prompting the muscle I’m whirling around her upper lips to switch gears until it’s syncing to the same rhythm she’s delivering with her lower ones. Toe curling trembles are felt and heard and felt more when her palm grabs a handful of my ass to yank me further on top of her.