Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“It’s five hours away by plane,” I choke out, letting my emotions get the better of me. “We’ve never been that far away from each other.” Tears blur my vision, and I know I’m being unfair. Ellie deserves to go to whatever school she wants, but there seems to be something else driving her decision.
“You leaving me?” London asks, looking at Ellie. Despite Ellie keeping everyone at arm’s length, she’s a damn good aunt to London. Our daughter worships her and is not going to take it well if she moves across the country.
“Oh, London Bridge,” Ellie says, silently begging for me to understand. “I’m going to be back all the time, I promise. And you’ll come visit me.”
“But I miss you,” London murmurs. “I no want you to go.”
“We’ll see her a lot,” I say, forcing a smile on my face.
“I no like it.” London pouts, making Ellie do the same.
“London, stop,” I say gently. “This is amazing news.” I give Ellie a hug. “You’ve worked hard and deserve this. She’ll be okay. We’ll all be okay.”
Micah
Four Years Later
“Good job, ladies. You looked so in sync today.”
I watch from the back of the room as my wife praises the students in her class. A couple of the girls ask her questions about an upcoming performance, and she answers them with patience and smiles before telling them to have a good night and that she’ll see them next class.
Since she doesn’t know I’m here, once everyone is gone, she turns on the music and walks over to the barre to stretch. Inside this studio, she’s in her element, and the outside world doesn’t exist. I hate that she’s unaware of her surroundings, but I know it’s because she feels safe. It took a long time for her to feel that way, but she knows that I’ll always make certain that she and our kids are secure.
When she lifts her foot onto the barre and bends forward, I step out from behind the wall. Her head lifts and our eyes lock in the mirror.
“What are you doing here?” she asks.
“Kids are spending the night with my parents.” My mom and dad are hands-on grandparents. With Lincoln still refusing to settle down, London and Brooklyn are their only grandkids, and therefore, they are extremely spoiled by my parents.
“Hmm.” A twinkle alights in her eyes as she bends slightly forward again, her gaze never leaving mine. I step toward her, bridging the gap between us until I’m standing directly behind her. She lowers her leg, then lifts the other, stretching it out. When she has both feet back on the floor, I settle my hands on her hips and pull her back against my front, my fingers stretching across her swollen belly. Six months pregnant. Ever since she told me this will be the last one, I find myself wanting to touch her even more, wanting to memorize the way her gorgeous body grows and changes when she’s carrying our babies. Because it’s our last child, once again, we’ve chosen to let the gender be a surprise.
With her hair up in a tight bun, I have perfect access to her slim neck. I lean in and place a soft kiss to her heated flesh, and a shiver visibly runs through her body.
I relish how my wife still reacts to me, even after all these years. My dad once told me that the key to a good marriage is to never stop dating your wife and to never, ever get complacent. If you show her your love every day, she’ll gladly give you her heart in return. Our days can be crazy, filled with two rambunctious little girls, our careers, and simply life in general, but we always make sure to find time to be with each other.
“Put your hands on the barre,” I command gently. She does as I say, and her pert ass juts out slightly. Reaching around, I pull the front of her sports bra down, exposing her breasts. I tweak and pinch her rosy nipples, and she moans in pleasure, her body squirming in want.
My wife loves to be fucked, and I love to be inside her. She’s wearing leggings today without a leo, so it makes it easy to tug both the material and her underwear down her legs, leaving her ass on display.
“Micah, please,” she moans, then I give it a good, hard slap, the sound ringing out in the room.
“Patience, Hellcat,” I tell her, as I spread her legs and then tease her pussy. She’s wet, her juices coating my fingers, so I shove two inside her, causing her moans to get louder, competing with the music that’s playing.
She lets go of the barre, wanting to take over, but I give her a stern look. “Hands back on the barre,” I say, my demand only making her that much wetter.