Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Lena.
She’s sitting on the porch swing, our newborn baby girl, Amy, tucked into her chest with one of those cloth wraps she wears like it was made for her. I can tell she’s humming a soft song, slow and sweet, rocking her back and forth when our wild toddler, Maddie, stomps into the serene setting in her new blue boots, doing her best to pretend she’s a cowgirl. She’s got a stick for a horse and a lasso made from twine. She’s two and as wild as a tornado.
And then there’s Cal, my boy. He’s four now, wearing a pair of dirty jeans, shirtless, and doing his best to rope the dog like a rodeo king. The girls may look just like their mother, but Cal’s got Lena’s eyes and attitude. I swear he’s gonna be giving me gray hairs before he’s ten.
I wipe my hands on my rag and lean against the fence, watching the scene of familial bliss. My whole world seems to move in slow motion at times like these. I built this life for us with my own two hands, but Lena–she breathed the soul into it. The heart. She made it real.
“Dad!” Cal hollers, rope in hand. “Watch this!”
He chucks the lasso, completely missing the dog, and nearly ropes his sister, Maddie, instead. She squeals and runs for the swing.
“Mama, help!”
Lena laughs, glowing brightly, and scoops her daughter up beside her. I swear I could stand here all day watching her be mother to our children. She was made for this. An open heart, love pouring out of her day after day. Every time she kisses a scraped knee or sings them to sleep, I fall in love with her all over again.
Finishing my work, I walk over to the porch, take the stairs, and kiss my wife on the temple. “I’ll take the kids to the creek for a while,” I tell her. “You take a nap.”
“Are you saying I look like I need one?” she teases.
I shake my head. “You always look impossibly gorgeous, my love.”
She leans close and whispers in my ear, “You could also put them down early tonight.”
My blood warms instantly at her suggestion. “Oh, yeah? You miss me, darlin’?”
She bites her lip and gazes at me through her long lashes. “Let’s just say…I could use some cowboy lovin’.”
At night, after the creek and supper and bath time and storybooks, I finally manage to get our little tribe settled down. Call falls asleep instantly, hugging his stuffed donkey. Maddie’s curled up in her enormous pile of stuffed animals. And Amy actually fell asleep in her crib without a fuss, passing out with a tiny little yawn.
I close their doors softly and head to our bedroom, where the real reward of my day is waiting.
Lena’s already lying in bed, wearing nothing but one of my old flannels and a seductive smile. Her hair is loose and wavy on her shoulders, and her legs are bare, showing just a tiny hint of her pink pussy peeking out from between her thighs. My mouth waters just looking at her.
She beckons me forward with a curled finger, hips swaying against the mattress as I lock the door behind me.
“Remember what I told you this morning?” she murmurs as I slip my shirt off and toss it aside.
“That you could use some ‘cowboy lovin’?’” I reply, tugging my fly down and stepping out of my jeans.
“Mm–hmm.” She slowly works the buttons of her shirt and slides it off one shoulder, revealing the bountiful curves of her breasts. “And they’re asleep now, aren’t they?”
I nod. “They sure are.”
I lean down over her and kiss her plump lips, relishing the sensation that comes over me. It’s always the same–a little dose of heaven. That’s my wife. I trail my mouth down her throat, kissing as I go, letting my breath tickle the swell of her breasts. I part her shirt fully, revealing her nipples, which are already hard and waiting for me.
My cock swells as I take one into my mouth and suck, slow and deep, watching her jaw drop as she moans and arches beneath me.
“Oh my God, Colt…”
“I love my mouth on you, baby girl,” I murmur, switching sides. “My beautiful wife.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yours. Forever.”
I kiss my way down her belly, pausing just above her womb. The place where all our beautiful babies grew. My heart swells so big it feels ready to burst.
When I move down between her legs, they fall open like she’s been waiting all day for me. I lick a slow stripe up her bare pussy, savoring the way she gasps. My lips twist into a smile as she reaches down and grabs hold of my hair.
She tastes like hot heaven. Soft and slick and made just for me.
I eat her like a starving man, relishing every whimper and every buck of her hips, and keep my eyes focused on her until she’s quivering beneath me. She’s close.