She’s impossibly tight around me, and I can’t stop myself from starting to thrust. This first round won’t take long at all, especially with how debauched she looks, still half in her wedding dress. I pull her breasts out roughly and watch them as they bounce, imagining how much bigger they’ll be full of milk for my babies.
“But you won’t be fucking anyone else anytime soon, Mrs. Sinclair. Would you like to know why?”
“Nnngh…” She’s unable to do anything but squeal as I pull a taut nipple into my mouth, biting roughly before soothing the sting with my tongue.God, I hope she makes enough milk for both the baby and me.
“Nobody else is getting inside this sweet pussy until you’re growing my heir. We’re not leaving this cabin until I’m sure you’re pregnant. I don’t care how long it takes.”
I can feel that she’s on the edge. I know this cunt like the back of my hand, and I know all her tells. She’s about to detonate, and I know just how to get her there. Pulling her in for a hot kiss, I press the heel of my palm hard against her clit and lean down to whisper in her ear.
“But I bet I won’t have to, baby. I bet I’ve already knocked you up. Just in case, though, come for me, darling. Come for me so I can make sure my baby’s in you.”
Blanche comes with a scream, and I throw my head back, roaring my release, before forcing myself to make eye contact as I fill her. The adoration, passion, hope, and love that I see reflected in her gaze tears a sob from me as the weight of the world lifts from my shoulders.
Fuckmy dad. Fuck the business. Fuck everything except this woman,my bride,and the family we’re going to build. Nothing else in the world matters. I have everything I’ll ever need.
Chapter twenty-nine
“You’re still the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen, Katyusha. Although Margot certainly went all out tonight, didn’t she?”
“I can’t imagine going through a wedding this huge again, but more power to her. She’s always been a bit extra in that way. Nobody could have pulled this off except for her and Blanche. They’re a bit scary when they put their minds together. My birth plan would be eighteen pages long if I had let them have their way.”
We slowly sway back and forth, Katarina’s bump between us preventing me from holding my daughter as closely as I’d like. Any day now, I’ll be a grandfather. The fullness of my life would have seemed impossible to me a few years ago. The Sinclairs have welcomed us with open arms, Katarina marrying Henry, and then Sasha working for Blanche while falling in love with his Lucy.
My daughter yawns as the song ends, and immediately, her husband appears to pull her away. He and Blanche were enjoying a mother-son dance, and he suavely deposits her into my arms in exchange for Katarina.
“Come on, Kitten. Time for bed, it seems.”
There’s no protest from her as I kiss her cheek good night before Henry hoists her up in a bridal carry to make their way out of the ballroom. Blanche and I sway to the new song as we watch our children leave.
“He’s incredibly protective of her. I don’t think I could have handpicked a better man. Certainly not one who I would trust more than Henry to keep her safe.”
She hums her agreement. “It’s a trait of Sinclair men, certainly. Although Kat is the only woman to ever spark joy in Henry. It’s been a privilege to watch them. Henry has been so calm and helpful to her this entire pregnancy. I would have thought he might be at least a bit nervous, but no. He’s taken every new father class available and read what must be hundreds of books at this point, though, so I’m sure he feels as prepared as he can. I still can’t believe they’re finally giving me another grandbaby.”
“And my first.” I lower my hand to the small of Blanche’s back, and she stiffens before relaxing into my arms. Usually, I wouldn’t dare be so forward in a crowd, but this is a romantic occasion. “Although I must say, the more time I spend with your brood, the more I enjoy them.”
“I heard that LJ had a new nickname for you last week?” She pulls back to reveal a twinkle in her eye.
Blushing, I realize she’s caught me. I’ve been teaching the children to call me dedushka, though only the oldest has caught on. The younger three mostly babble deda, which I’ll take for now.
“He’s a very smart boy.”
We continue to sway through the next two songs, and I soak up every moment of Blanche in my arms. It’s moments like this that I crave above all others. I’ll never rush her, but the joy of the wedding and the immense love that’s permeated every inchof the Sinclair home tonight are heady. More than anything, I wish I could hold her hand in public and claim her as mine. But Blanche Sinclair is a complex woman with a full life all her own. Not to mention the…special circumstances of my own family and business.
I’ll take whatever she gives me, forever. But I can’t help but think that tonight might not be the worst time in the world to plead my case. It’s been a few months since I’ve tried, and although none of the children have overtly given their blessing, I swear I’ve seen winks and nods of encouragement throughout the evening.
“Will you walk with me?”
She pulls back to meet my gaze, snapping out of the reverie we had both been enjoying while dancing. Whatever she finds, she agrees, uncharacteristically quiet as we make our way outside to the courtyard. Coming to the bench facing Katarina’s favorite fountain, we sit in silence for a few minutes, and I gently take her hand.
“This has been a lovely evening, Blanche. You and Margot have impeccable taste. I don’t think a single detail was missed tonight.”
“Thank you, darling. I can’t take much of the credit. It really was mostly Margot. I only provided a little suggestion here and there.”
We enjoy the crisp night air before I finally get the nerve to speak. Of all the times in my life when I should have been nervous and never was, it seems that they’ve been saved up for this moment.
“I would never presume to replace him, you know,” I say softly, knowing that she might balk like a skittish kitten at any time. “He’s irreplaceable to you and to this family. From everything you’ve ever told me, the love you shared was singular. It’s rare to have experienced that, and I hope you feel comfortthat you had as much time with him as you did. I know eternity wouldn’t have been enough, though, and I’m sorry he wasn’t here to walk Margot down the aisle and to dance with you tonight.”
She squeezes my hand instead of pulling away and leans her head on my shoulder. “I’m glad you had that, too. With Katarina’s mother. And I’m sorry it was for such a short time.”
