Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Brookes huffs a laugh. “Ignore him. He practices lines in the mirror.”
Mason elbows him. “At least I got lines.”
Janey’s face goes pink as the sunrise. “I don’t… smell like anything,” she mutters.
“It’s cake,” Eli interrupts with a grin. “You smell like cake.”
“Good enough to eat.” Mason’s tongue swipes over his top lip, and every man in the room shakes his head.
“You’ve got to watch that one,” Caleb advises. “His special power is getting women on their backs with their legs in the air.”
“Not in front of our son,” Wade says, closing the book. He lifts Little C, who tucks himself into his father’s shoulder, “Alright, partner,” he murmurs, “let’s get you to bed before this descends any further.”
Little C gives him a sleepy hum, oblivious, and snuggles deeper into him, and for a moment, everything around us fades. I watch Wade carry our son down the hallway, Caleb trailing close behind them, and a warm ache settles in my chest.
This strange, beautiful, unexpected life continues to take me by surprise.
Two men who love me. A child who is worshipped. A house that used to echo and now hums with family. Friends who feel like kin.
And enough chaos to keep it interesting.
And soon, a new chapter will begin.
***
The water is hot and fragrant; drawn the way I like it. The bubbles are soft, and lavender from my garden floats on the surface as candles flicker in the corner.
Caleb set it up. He always remembers the little things.
He appears with a glass of sweet tea. “Sugar for your strength,” he says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder as I sink into the water to relax. This is my time; a form of preparation for what’s to come.
Wade arrives when I’m done with a towel warmed on the radiator. He wraps it around me, brushing my hair back and murmuring, “Ready when you are, pretty girl.”
Tonight we’re embarking on something sacred.
My milk dried up weeks ago in preparation. The ache is gone, but sometimes I still feel the memory of the need and the intimacy from the way my cowboys once fed from me, and I miss it.
But tonight is about the future, so I’m happy to let go of the past.
***
The bedroom is lit by candles, soft country music playing from the old speaker on the shelf. Rose petals are scattered across the bed, a surprisingly tender touch from my cowboys, proof that behind their grit lies a steady kind of love.
They’re waiting for me, stretched out on the mattress in nothing but jeans. Wade lounges with his hands behind his head, watching me like a wolf savoring its dinner. Caleb sets down a worn paperback on the nightstand, his gaze darkening as I let the towel fall and crawl across the bed toward them.
“Goddamn, pretty girl,” Wade growls, attention locked on my naked body. My breasts are still full and heavy, even though I’m no longer nursing. Once, I’d felt insecure about the changes to my body, wondering if I’d be enough. Not anymore. These men always make sure I know exactly how wanted and worshiped I am.
Last month, I had my IUD removed. We’ve been careful since, but not tonight.
Tonight, we’re not holding back.
Tonight, if everything goes to plan, they’re going to fill me with their child.
I lean into Caleb first, kissing him slowly and deeply, my tongue sliding over his as he moans into my mouth. Wade’s rough palm traces a burning path down my back, skimming the curve of my ass until he finds my slick center.
“So wet,” he murmurs. “You’ve been thinkin’ about how we’re gonna fuck you full tonight, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, as Caleb brings my breast to his mouth, tugging gently on my nipple. The sensation is different now, sharper, almost electric, but it still makes my toes curl. “Fill me with your cum,” I whisper, breathlessly. “Put a baby in me.”
“Oh fuck, yeah, sweetheart,” Caleb groans, pushing down his jeans, cock already hard in his hand. “That’s exactly what we’re gonna do. Fill you so deep you won’t know whose baby it is.”
I whimper as Wade kneels behind me, shedding his jeans. He grips the back of my neck, guiding me forward as he presses the thick head of his cock against my entrance. With two hard thrusts, he’s inside me.
“Goddamn, I missed this sweet pussy,” he groans. “All day, I’ve been thinkin’ about fucking you.”
“She feel good?” Caleb asks, stroking himself as I bend to take him in my mouth.
“You want a taste?” Wade replies, voice thick with lust.
“Hell yeah.”
Caleb moves beside his brother, both cowboys looming over me, broad and bare and burning with need. Wade pulls out, letting his brother slide into me. Watching them trade me like this, no shame or hesitation, sends a bolt of heat through my core.