Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“Johnny!” I wrap my mouth around one taut nipple, sucking it as hard and deep as possible, biting on the tip, and pushing her over the fucking edge. Winnie takes me right along with her, ripping the cum from my body until I’m pulsing inside of her with each punch of my hips. I don’t stop until we both have come down from our mutual orgasms.
“Never gets old, mi esposa, it never gets old.” A ripple skates along my cock, sending an aftershock of sensations through me.
“And it never will.” She cuddles into my chest, relaxing further, and I’m pretty sure if we stay in this position long enough, she’s going to fall asleep on my dick.
“Nope, let’s shower and get some sleep. I’ll text Mom and see if she minds keeping Seb for the night.” I wrap my arms around her waist and stand up, and Winnie locks her ankles behind my back.
“You know she won’t mind. Neither will Sebastian.” She lets out a soft laugh. My cock deflates, causing me to lose her heat, which pisses me off further. If I had more energy, I’d fuck her the entire walk to the bathroom.
“I figure not. Love you, Winn,” I tell her then place a kiss on the side of her head.
“I love you, Johnny.” A smile tips my lips. I’ve got my wife back, we’re going to have Sebastian permanently, and if we can survive the hell we’ve been put through, we can fucking survive anything that comes our way.
13
JOHNNY
“Fuck.” I run my hand down my face after parking in an up-close spot at the big box store. It’s just past dawn, and I’d much rather be at home in bed with my wife. Except she and my nephew need it all. Shit, they need everything. After hearing what little they have in their apartment in Georgia, it made my muscles tense, my teeth grind down enough for my back molars to turn into dust, and my heart clench inside my chest.
Which is why I’m here, meeting Lennie and Kenny, both more than ready to help me pull out the big guns, and as I take a look toward the door, I see they’ve brought company in the form of their other halves, Asher and Trent. They’re standing at the entrance, each of them holding a to-go cup of coffee in their hands. The girls have really rallied the troops. The icing on the cake would be my mother, Asher’s mom, Trent’s mom, and Lennie’s adopted mom, Catherine. I think the only reason they aren’t in tow is because my mom has Seb, Trent’s mom is more than likely busy with what she has going on, the woman is go-go-go, and Asher and Kenny’s mom still works part time.
I watch as my friends look on. Both of the guys have a shit-eating grin on their faces and know this isn’t one of those days I’m looking forward to. I’m not a shopper, hate it and will do anything to avoid it, including hiring it out. Except this is close to the vest, and while I’d have preferred to order everything online and have it delivered to the house, this is something I want to be hands-on with. Plus, the likelihood of it all being delivered on the same day not broken is highly fucking unlikely.
Kennedy looks at her watch and then back to me, telling me time is ticking, doing it with a sly smirk on her face. The baby of the group, always pulling shit on one of us. I guess that’s payback for leaving her out when we were growing up. Except now she’s an adult and has a child of her own, Briar. The life of the party, always wanting to be thrown around in the pool, and chocolate obsessed. Which reminds me; I need to see where Sebastian is in the swimming department. We have a pool where we live, although gated, but some of our friends have pools, too, Kennedy and Trent included. Theirs is in the beginning stages. Still, we live in Florida; fucking water surrounds us everywhere.
I pull my keys out of the ignition and grab my phone from the dash above the gear shifter. The only thing I’ve technically changed in my personal life after Winnie left was vehicles. I’ve upgraded, and the low whistle my dad let out when I pulled into their driveway had me shaking my head. We came from humble beginnings. Both my parents worked, and I busted my ass in school in order to get the most out of college as I could. While there, I started doing anything I could to make money, always hustling, knowing that I wanted more out of life than working nine to five, plus overtime when it was allowed, and my worst nightmare, working for someone who isn’t myself.