Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“It’s gross. I don’t understand why Logan and Sunny are kissing. Doesn’t she know boys have cooties?” Maribelle tattles without realizing it until her hand goes to her mouth and she says, “Oops.”
“Son of a—” I don’t get bitch out. Faith’s hand covers mine. A look covers her face, one that looks like Mama Bear is ready to go after her boy.
“Maribelle, stay with your mom. Faith, I’ll be right back. Calm down, because something tells me we may need a clear head if her parents find out.”
“This can’t be happening. They’re only twelve years old.” Faith stomps her foot, like she always does when she’s upset.
“It’s part of life, baby. We’ll weather the storm and get ready for the next one. Love you, Faith. Love you, baby girl.” I kiss Faith, ruffle Maribelle’s hair, and then I’m off to take care of our boy, trying not to smile because he’s hit a milestone in his life, yet worried all at the same time. Shit, this parenting business is harder than being a Sheriff.
Bonus Epilogue
Graham
“I don’t know how you managed to pull this one off Sheriff Lawson,” Faith says standing in the doorway to our small cabin in the woods we have for the next week.
“It’s not every day a husband gets to sneak his wife off away from work and kids,” Logan being thirteen years old now and Maribelle coming in at seven it was now or never, their schedule is only getting busier and finding someone willing to bus two kids around isn’t easy. That’s why I started planning this months ago, pulling in Beau and his wife Lily, Mrs. Mary and my parents. All this for a week away where the sun is shining, the weather is perfect, a view of the lake and my woman wearing a barely there bathing suit.
“I guess we should make it count then, huh?” Faith does something that has me stopping in her tracks, the travel clothes she wore on our drive up to the mountains consisted of a tank top, shorts and sneakers. I thought it’d take me a whole lot of fast talking to get her to lose the clothes, imagine my surprise when I see her slipping out of her shoes, then her tank top is next, smooth creamy skin, tits that my hands ache to fill are framed in the lace of her bra.
“Hell yes we should, race you to the dock?” I go for broke, seeing how much I can get Faith out of her shell.
“I think I’ll beat you with how slow it’s taking you to undress, Sheriff,” she’s down to her lace panties, my mouth dries at seeing my wife with her tits bared, body becoming curvier as the years tick on, and still just as beautiful as the day I first landed my eyes on Faith.
“Son of a bitch, woman. You’re going to give a man a heart attack, lose the panties,” I grab white cotton shirt behind my neck, pulling it over with one hand while, toeing off my own sneakers and socks, by the time my eyes land back on Faith’s, my wife is long gone, giggling up a storm as she runs down the small path that leads to the dock of the lake, slender shoulders, hair falling loosely, and an ass that my hands will be grabbing while I’m tunneling my cock in and out of her tight, wet heat.
“You’re losing Graham,” her voice echoes in the tree secluded area, I leave my shorts on, and run after Faith, needing her body wrapped around mine.
“Not for long,” it doesn’t matter who wins this race, we’ll both be winners in our mutual orgasms. It sucked when we got the news after Mari that we tried and nothing came of it, we knew we were blessed with the children we had so it was time for me to close up shop just in case a swimmer took hold. I made an appointment the following week, scheduled a vasectomy that very same day, the recovery wasn’t that bad and it gave me some much needed days off of work, plus my woman catering to my balls wasn’t so bad either. The splashing of water has my eyes refocusing on where she’s disappeared beneath the water, I stop, pulling off the restricting cotton.
“Hurry,” Faith says, popping out of the water, the globes of her breasts bobbing in the water, hair slicked back, a playful smile on her face. I jump in, immediately swimming under the water, a predator sluicing through the lake water until my hands feel her body.
“Gotcha,” my hands hold her hips, legs treading water as she wraps her arms around my shoulders, then I’m guiding her until my cock is pressed against her pussy.
“You always catch me,” her words mean so much more than how I’m holding us together.