“Positive. I want to have another baby with you.”
Waylaying every plan I had for fucking her on the balcony, I scoop her into my arms and carry her into the bedroom. I lay her across the soft mattress and strip off my pants, but I don’t move over her just yet.
She props herself on her elbows, watching me stroke my rigid length. “I’ve seen some of the most gorgeous places in Europe, but nothing compares to this view.”
I climb onto the bed, covering her body with mine. “I can’t wait any longer to be inside of you.”
“Fuck me, husband.” She reaches between us, taking my cock in hand and lining it up with her entrance. I push forward, sliding into her wet pussy inch by inch. I pull out and thrust forward again, slowly sinking deeper and deeper each time until I can’t get any closer. Once I’m fully seated, I still, relishing this feeling of completeness I’ve only ever experienced with my wife, the woman I love more than life itself.
“I love you,” I murmur. “I love you so fucking much, Angel.”
“I love you, too.”
She winds her arms around my neck and kisses me again. That’s the last tender moment before I lose control and fuckher fast and hard. Each thrust feels like pure ecstasy. We moan and whimper, our combined sounds filling the quiet bedroom like a lurid symphony.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she clenches around me as I drive her closer to her third climax. “Yes. Fuck. Don’t stop.”
She finally tumbles over the precipice, taking me right along with her. The orgasm tears through me, and I fill her with my release, careful to keep it all inside so it can take root.
I roll us onto our sides and gently pull out. When my cum leaks out of her, I take two fingers and push them right back in. “Can’t waste a single drop.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she says.
“No, Angel. I’m just a man in love.” I cradle her in my arms and press her palm against my chest, above the rapidly beating heart that belongs to her and Jessie, and perhaps, someday soon, another little baby who looks just like his mama.
Chapter 41
Full Circle
? What My Word Spins Around - Jordan Davis
Griffin
A seriesof delays kept pushing back the sanctuary’s grand opening, but the sign has finally been hung above the gate next to the dedication bench in the small memorial garden. There’s a massive drape over the whole thing to keep it hidden before the official unveiling ceremony at sunset today.
Wilder uses his teeth to pop the top off his beer and clinks it against mine, then Jaxon’s.
“Proud of you, Griff,” Wilder says. “You had a vision, and you followed through.”
“Couldn’t have done it without either of you.”
Jaxon takes a long pull of his beer, looking over the landscape from the brand new riding arena to the stables and beyond the parking lot to his distillery off in the distance. His business has been up and running for over a year, and it’s thriving.
Our lives have changed so much in the last three years.Our family has grown, our businesses have flourished, and we’ve all found incredible partners to share our life with.
Jessie’s six months old now. She’s sitting up and babbling incoherently right alongside Alice and Annie, and Elsie Rose. Callie, Olivia, and Angie get together every few days for play dates, but I’m convinced it’s just an excuse to talk shit about us behind our backs.
Emmy and Gracie are obsessed with their cousins, while Aiden’s been telling everyone who’ll listen that he’s about to be a big brother. That’s right, Ruby Lynn Hayes is expecting her first child in the fall. The media had a field day when she walked on stage to receive an award with her baby bump leading the way. She’s finally adding another boy to the cousin crew, so Aiden won’t feel so outnumbered anymore.
“How long ‘til everyone arrives?” Jaxon asks.
I check my phone and see a text message from Angie.
Angel: Running late. Your darling daughter had a blowout. Be there in thirty.
Me: Tell her to be nice to her mama and I’ll give her extra bananas.
Angel: The bananas are the problem.
