Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
There was something about this morning. I’d sensed it from the moment I’d woken up with his mouth on me. It happened sometimes, when I simply lost my words because I was too happy. Settled and overjoyed.
I’d waited over forty years, and I was being rewarded for it.
“What?” he whispered with a curious smile.
I shook my head, still unable to express myself properly.
I touched his cheek, then slipped my fingers into his dirty-blond hair. Every now and then, a few strands fell over his eyes, and he gave me this look that screamed of both affection and mischief. The blue seemed bluer today too. Maybe it was the sun. Maybe it was everything.
It was normal, right? To sometimes get overwhelmed by all of it? Love of my life, whom I got to work with every day, whom I shared this farm with, whom I got to wake up with morning after morning.
I let out a breath. “I wish I could marry you.”
He swallowed, and the pinch of soft amusement left his eyes. “Me too. Maybe one day?”
Yeah. Maybe one day. But in the meantime, I wanted a ring on his finger. I’d go out and buy one today after work. And one for me too.
We got lost in another kiss, and this one didn’t stop. I needed more and more, and pain be damned, I flipped him over, gathered his legs around my hips, and slammed into him.
“Holy fuck!” he moaned. “Fuck, Daddy.”
I gnashed my teeth and fucked him into the mattress.
The bed creaked, and the frame thudded against the wall.
“I love you,” I gritted out.
“I love you too,” he whimpered. He scrunched up his face and stroked his cock quickly, then let out a long moan and arched his back.
Just like that.
All mine.
Out in the backyard, the dogs were waking up. Zeb was always the first one to bark, setting off Leia and Taft. The youngest pups weren’t as loud, nor was old Rocky.
They’d settle down after we’d taken them on their morning walk.
“You’re almost there, baby boy.” I ground my cock deeper, watching the pain and pleasure flit across his face, and that did it.
He choked on a moan and went rigid, eyes screwed shut, and he started coming.
It was the sexiest fucking sight. Burst after burst splattered across his abs, setting me off too.
The orgasm washed over me, each wave intensified by my boy clenching and unclenching around my cock. His breathless pleas echoed in my mind, and I soaked up the attention when he clung to me.
Goddamn.
Perfect start to our day.
I shuddered violently as the last of my release filled his ass, and he pulled me down on him and locked his arms around my neck.
“What a mess you made, love.” I kissed his neck.
He hummed and shivered. “You like it when I make a big mess, Daddy.”
I sure fucking did.
I planted an openmouthed kiss along his neck before I nuzzled our noses together. “Quick shower?”
He nodded and nipped at my jaw.
It actually needed to be a quick shower, because we had a meeting with TJ and Terrance at ten, and we couldn’t just stroll a few blocks to get into the office anymore. It was a half-hour commute—if we avoided rush hour. Sometimes we got off right when everyone else did, and then we’d be stuck in traffic for an hour or more.
After getting ready for the day, we headed downstairs. Danny took the dogs out for a walk and some mental stimulation, and I packed our bags and prepared breakfast. We had a sparring session and target practice today, and I’d brought our workout clothes home for laundry.
One of my favorite features about the house was that the kitchen faced the backyard, which we’d poured an entire summer into turning into a great spot for the rescues. The shed was there for the colder months, but most dogs slept outside in the summer. Right now, we didn’t have any dogs that needed to be kept separated either, so that made everything easier. They had a big yard where they could roam free, shade when they wanted, plenty of sun too, toys, a pond to play in—except for Zeb; he hated the water—and a small agility course where Danny trained them.
It might not be the most beautiful place with a six-foot wooden fence closing us in, but it allowed us to be gone for a whole day without locking them up. We had a dog sitter who stopped by to check in on them, energize them a bit, and make sure everything was okay, and that was all. We’d really managed to combine Danny’s dream with our jobs.
And I could admit I loved sitting on the porch with a dog or two at my feet. I also always had a companion when I went out for a run.