Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
I squeal with laughter as he scoops me up into his arms.
"Finish that sentence, and I'll be spanking you right here in front of Gran and Bets," he growls, earning cackles from both of them. His lips slant down over mine, stealing my laughter and my breath.
I cling to his broad shoulders, happy, in love…and surrounded by the best kind of crazy. The kind steeped in love and forged within the bonds of family.
Epilogue
Zayne
Five Years Later
"Zayne," Emma moans, rolling her hips as she drops down on my cock, taking me to the hilt. I grunt, wrapping her hair around my fist before gently using my hold on her to drag her down to my mouth.
"I told you to be quiet," I growl, biting her bottom lip. "If you wake them up before I'm finished with you, you'll pay for it later."
She moans again, louder this time. She's playing with fire, trying to get herself burned. It's her favorite pastime. If I tell her not to do something, she goes out of her way to do it. That shouldn't turn me on as much as it does, but it's been five years, and it still gets my cock hard every fucking time she does it.
She knows it, too. She shamelessly uses it to her advantage, leading me around by my cock. I love every second of it. Her brand of magic is still my favorite flavor.
Everyone in our orbit knows it. I make no secret of the fact that I'm obsessed with my wife. I'm a possessive, overprotective motherfucker when it comes to her, and I don't make apologies for it. She's the center of the world. Without her, the whole damn thing falls apart.
My life started making sense the day she wobbled into it in those ridiculous heels. It's made a little more sense every day since. She's the purpose, the passion, the reason. Fuck, she's everything.
"Zayne," she whimpers. "Please."
"Please, what, lamb?"
"Harder."
"Like this?" I lift her, only to yank her back down on my cock.
"Yes!" she cries, her head thrown back.
I do it again and then again, lifting my hips to meet every hard thrust, trying to get as deep as I can. Trying to drive her as wild as she makes me. Jesus Christ, she has no idea what she does to me.
Or maybe she does. I've been telling her for five years. Every filthy thought in my head, I give to her without reservation. I give her the sweet ones, too. They mix with the dirty when she's wrapped around my cock, spilling from my lips in a flood.
I drop her again, grinding the root of my cock against her clit.
Her sweet little gasp lets me know just how close she is. Thank God. My balls can't take much more. She's the sweetest torment every single time.
I slip my hand between us, grinding my thumb against her clit.
"Come, lamb. Before I flip you over and spank your perfect ass while I fuck it."
My threat works as intended. She's a dirty little thing. There isn't a damn thing we haven't done in the last five years…and there isn't a single moment of it she hasn't loved. But when I've got both of her holes stuffed full, and she's wearing my handprints? I think that's her own personal version of heaven.
As soon as I utter the threat, she shatters around me with a sharp cry. I drag her mouth down to mine, trying to silence it before she wakes up trouble.
Her nails rake down my chest, sending me over the edge with her. I hold her down on me, spilling into her…though I know there's not a chance in hell I'm getting her pregnant today.
She's been on birth control since the minute our son was born four years ago. We both thought we wanted to fill the house with babies, but her pregnancy was not easy. Bets got sick halfway through and spent a lot of time in the hospital.
Emma was a nervous wreck. She ended up on bed rest for the last two months of the pregnancy, terrified she was going to go into labor early. She managed to hang on, but it took a miracle. I decided right then and there that we were done. I wasn't willing to put her through that again.
Bets recovered, but caring for her, a newborn, and Gran wasn't easy on her, either. We ended up moving everyone to my place since it's a helluva lot bigger than Gran's little bungalow. The extra space allowed us to hire reinforcements to help take care of Gran and Bets.
Two years ago, they decided they were ready to move into an assisted living facility for good. I guess they'd toyed with the idea before, but it never stuck. Surprisingly, they haven't gotten themselves kicked out yet. It's a miracle, honestly.