Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
“Patience. I don’t want you to fall asleep on me just yet.”
“I… I won’t… Please, Cal…”
“You will be out like a light when you come. So, not yet.”
I let out a sound of pure frustration. But I knew there was no point in arguing with him. He wasn’t going to let me finish for a while. Knowing that somehow made it worse.
“Want to take a turn riding me, little cowgirl?” He asked. I nodded and he slid his hand under my back, holding me against him as he rolled onto his back. He was always so careful with me. For such a big, rough man, he really was gentle.
But right now, I wanted him to be anything but gentle.
He held my hips as I started to ride him.
I wanted to go faster but he shook his head, controlling the pace. I whimpered, trying to get more pressure. More friction. Anything.
He shook his head again, grinning at me with that impossibly handsome smile of his. I could have cried in frustration. Then I had a flash of genius. I knew exactly what to do.
I let my head fall backwards and started caressing myself, running my hands over my skin and up to my breasts to play with them. He loved watching me touch myself this way. My nails were long and painted a soft pink. A color I knew he preferred.
In fact, feeling my nails on his skin was one of the easiest ways to turn my man on.
Playing with my tits while he watched was the other.
He growled and cursed, flipping me back onto my back.
“No fair, woman!” He growled as he drove into me, harder and faster now, barely holding on. I was laughing until the orgasm overtook me, turning my throaty giggle into a high pitched whimper. He didn’t try and stop me this time. He rode the wave that coursed through me, making me arch my back and toss my head on the pillow, until I felt him expanding inside me, right before he cursed and filled me with his seed.
We lay there for what felt like forever. His weight on top of me felt so good. He was careful, though, not dead weight. He never crushed me. I smiled dreamily, running my fingers over his broad back. And then I felt it.
Callaway was getting hard again.
I looked at him.
He looked at me.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Getting sleepy, sweetheart?”
“Not even a little,” I said as I slid my arms around his neck. I wasn’t tired. And I could definitely go for round two. He grinned and it was game on.
Only this was a game where we both won.
CHAPTER FOUR
Donnie
“Okay, everybody, right hand yellow.”
Our toddler stared at me, then giggled as my sister helped her find the yellow circle. A very pregnant Sally shook her head as she watched the two person game of Twister from her rocking chair. My mother was in the kitchen, making dinner for us all.
Of course, I helped out with dinner prep more often than not. I was no slouch in the domestic department. I did all the outdoor chores, grocery shopping, shared the child care, housekeeping, and laundry. Especially now that my wife was so far along in her pregnancy. She was always so sleepy at this phase of the game, I had no compunctions at all about putting on an apron and getting to work.
But we were lucky. Nothing was a strain. We had lots of help with the little one and general chores around the two next door houses we shared. We were a tight family unit. A well oiled machine at this point. Never mind the brotherhood I had with the club.
Between us all, we could literally build a house, make the furniture to fill it, and feed the whole lot of us without batting an eye.
I was a lucky son-of-a-bitch, indeed.
“I can spin. Go help your mother.”
I handed off my spinning duties to my beautiful wife and headed into the kitchen. I stood there for a moment, watching my mother with a soft smile. She looked so different from the woman I had known growing up. She looked calm, not fearful. This was a woman who knew she was safe. She had done her best to protect us growing up, and now it was my turn to protect her, my sister, my amazing wife, and (soon to be two) babies.
And I couldn’t think of a more noble or rewarding job in the entire world.
I called out her name so I wouldn’t startle her, something I had done for years. Then I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her. She leaned back affectionately and patted my arm.
“What is that for, you big, handsome man?”
“Easy for you to say I am handsome, since I look like you!”
“Oh, you,” she said with a fond swat. “You are a foot taller and you have a much stronger jaw,” she joked.