Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Instead of responding, she shifts, maneuvering herself until her pussy slides over my hard length. The pleasure is so intense, I bite down on my lower lip to keep from groaning.
“I’m starting to think you enjoy teasing me.”
A knowing smile curves her lips. “Maybe.”
“Just remember,” I say, tightening my grip, “that I’m going to return the favor.”
She rolls her body again, sliding against me before leaning forward to brush her mouth across mine. “Did you ever consider,” she whispers, lips hovering long enough to make it torture, “that it’s exactly what I’m hoping for?”
The challenge in her tone only makes the heat coil tighter in my chest.
Just when I can’t take another moment, she angles her hips over my cock before sinking onto it. We both sigh as I slide into her.
It doesn’t take long for us to fall into an easy rhythm that feels instinctive, our bodies aligning without effort. Arousal builds all over again as I reach up, cupping her breasts, playing with her pretty little nipples. Even though it feels like I’m precariously close to tumbling off the edge, I hold back, needing to give her one more orgasm. Within minutes, she’s rocking her hips faster and throwing her head back. As soon as my name tears from her lips, I let go so we can come together. There’s nothing better than the feel of her cream coating my cock as my seed paints her womb.
Her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she collapses against me, molding herself to my body. She fits so naturally, it feels like she was made for me. Or maybe I’m the one who was made for her. After a moment, she moves closer, nestling her face into the crook of my neck.
I breathe her in, that familiar sweet scent wrapping around me. Her chest rises and falls steadily against mine, the rhythm soothing, lulling me into contentment. I hold her close, letting the quiet settle over us.
Kia traces idle patterns along my chest, her touch unhurried in a way that speaks to true comfort. The kind that comes from knowing you’re exactly where you’re meant to be. I press a kiss to her temple and then her hair before resting my cheek against the crown of her head.
I think about my little girl sleeping down the hall, and for the first time, my thoughts aren’t knotted with worry about what comes next. There’s only a calm certainty that Elody is safe. That she’s loved and surrounded by people who’ll continue showing up for her every single day.
This closeness and sense of belonging is exactly what was missing from my life.
Home.
Family.
A love I never thought could be mine.
I have no idea what the future will bring. Only that this woman will be by my side no matter how it unfolds.
Epilogue
Kia
Over the past few weeks, the creak of the rocking chair has become a familiar sound. It’s one I never realized could be so comforting. Not only is my heart full, but so are my arms. My son is impossibly tiny, resting against my chest, his small fist curled into the fabric of my shirt. Every so often, he makes a sound that’s half-sigh, half-protest before settling again.
I rock back and forth without thinking, the motion slow and steady. It’s the rhythm I’ve learned he likes best.
We decorated the nursery in pale shades of blue. The colors are calming, and I can’t help but linger in this space even when he’s asleep. Late afternoon light spills through the window, catching on the walls and the mobile Laiken insisted on assembling himself. It took him three attempts, along with a handful of muttered curses, before he finally got it right.
Elody is sprawled a few feet away on the rug with her coloring books, legs tucked beneath her, humming the same melody she learned at school and has been obsessed with for weeks. Every so often, she glances up to check on her brother before returning to whatever masterpiece she’s working on.
I was so afraid she might feel displaced once the baby came. That she’d feel pushed aside and forgotten.
But it’s been the opposite.
She’s the best big sister—eager, gentle, and endlessly curious. The image of Elody cradling Logan in her arms, holding the bottle steady with fierce concentration, was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
This is the life I never let myself imagine.
And now, it’s mine.
I rest my cheek against my son’s downy head and close my eyes, breathing him in. Laiken appears in the doorway a moment later, moving cautiously, as if he doesn’t want to disturb the serene scene. He leans against the frame, arms crossed loosely over his chest, watching us with that expression he gets when he’s taking it all in. As if, like me, he still can’t believe this is his life.