Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Fucking her has always been the best way for me to deal with shit. It’s only when I’m deep inside her that I feel whole, that life comes into focus. Being inside her is my recharge, and I’d gone without for two fucking years.
I wasn’t just trying to make up for lost time. I was working my hardest to plant my seed inside her again. I wanted two more like the ones we had. I wanted the whole experience, not just for me, but for her.
“Give me a baby.” I love the way her body reacts to those words. The way her womb contracts, the way she softens, and most of all, the look in her eyes. She pulled me down to her and I got lost. Lost in her, in us, in the moment.
I was on a high. Each time she came a little more of the pain in my gut went away. Each time she moaned my name, dragged her nails down my back, tightened her pussy around my slamming cock, a little more light shone through.
We stayed locked together until the sun came up and one of the twins started to fuss in the crib. I jumped out of bed and got cleaned up, letting her sleep a little longer.
I grabbed my son from the crib before he could wake his mom and sister and headed downstairs to find the formula mom and dad had bought for the babies.
This kid still hadn’t cried since we got him out of that place and I was beginning to wonder if that shit was normal. The way he looked at me, with his mother’s eyes, was almost like he knew too damn much already at his age.
I talked to him about that shit while I made two bottles after reading the instructions and the little shit laughed at me. “Bruh, you’re spooking me out.” That shit made him grin and babble at me. Sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
“Let’s go see if your mom’s awake yet.” I headed back upstairs and stopped short in the doorway at the sight that met my eyes. And to think I could’ve been robbed of this. The thought was sobering.
She was sitting up in bed with our daughter at her breast and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I walked almost trancelike to the bed with my son in my arms and she looked up at me.
There’s nothing to compare to the smile on her face, the look of utter contentment and peace in her eyes. And me, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as awe inspiring as this in my life.
I pulled back the blanket she had over the baby’s head after sitting next to them on the bed. My daughter dropped her mother’s nipple and smiled at me before going back in. Little pig! I started grinning for no damn reason at all and could not stop.
My son waited patiently while his mother took care of his sister and then it was his turn. “We have to find names for them.” I buried my nose in my daughter’s neck and took in her innocent scent.
“I’ve had plenty of time to think about that after they were born. I hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind. So what did you come up with?”
“Cade Jr. and Cadyn.” That shit choked me up.
“I like them.” It was telling that after all she’d been through she wanted to name our children after me. I couldn’t ask for any more proof that she didn’t hold me responsible for what had happened to her.
It’s going to take a while for me to feel the same. There’s no getting away from the fact that I’d let Mindy into our lives. And even worse, that I’d almost married her. The weight of it rested heavy on my mind and will I’m sure, for a long time to come.
“We have to see about getting their birth certificates sorted.” That wasn’t all. There was a shit load of things that needed doing and it was hard to know where to start. One thing at a time should do the trick.
For now the four of us being here together was all that mattered. Later I’ll see about getting our life back on track, about getting my kids a new start and hope to fuck they have no memory of their first few months of life.
The asshole cops would be here in a few hours but Gavin was going to take care of that shit because I was done. As far as I’m concerned there’s only one thing left to do about this shit and it’s something that the cops need to keep their asses the hell away from.
In between bouts of fucking the night before I’d had some time to think. My only worry now was should I involve my wife in this shit or should I go it alone?