Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Her bright smile peeks through, chasing away all the storm clouds in her eyes. “Hi, Daddy.”
I stride into her room and then sit down beside her, mimicking her position. She leans her head against my shoulder.
“I just wanted to look at the stars,” she murmurs. “It’s so pretty at night. I was relaxed, and I don’t know, just fell asleep. I didn’t do it to make Mom mad or to scare you.”
“I know. Your mother worries. You know this.”
“She’d strap me to her back right next to Dawson if she could,” she grumbles. “Imagine that.”
We both quietly laugh at that image. With Raegan being as big, if not bigger than Devon, that would be comical to witness.
“I’m not like her,” she says with a huff. “I’m like you. I don’t want to babysit all day. I want to be outside all the time. It’s not fair.”
Always the same with this wild girl.
She wants to be free.
“How about this?” I say slowly. “You promise to stay off the roof and stop sneaking out at night, and I’ll promise to get you out of the house more. Deal?”
Raegan jolts up, her grin blinding and brilliant. “You really mean that?”
“I really do.”
“Deal.” She grabs my hand and shakes it exaggeratedly before throwing her arms around me in a hug. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you.”
“Love you too, sunshine.”
Dawson sleeps on my bare chest, a small puddle of drool forming just under his mouth. Having as many babies as we’ve had over the years has definitely done its part in keeping me young. Hell, I could be a grandfather at my age, but instead, I have a teething baby sprawled out on me. Had we stayed in California all those years ago, Devon would have married some college douchebag and given me grandkids decades ago. Thank fuck fate led us here instead.
Devon emerges from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body and her hair dripping with water. I’m reminded of the first time we bathed together in the river. How it was supposed to be so innocent and necessary but felt like the beginning of. . . everything. Time has passed by in a blink. It feels like it was only yesterday I watched her young tits as the river water lapped at them.
I’d been so thirsty to lap at them too.
She arches a brow at me and smirks. “What?”
“Just thinking about you.”
Her lips curl into a pleased grin. Now that she knows all our children are safe, she’s carefree and happy again. I love her in all the ways, but especially like this.
“Oh yeah?” she asks as she finger combs through her damp hair. “What about?”
“Your tits, naturally.”
She snorts out a laugh that makes Dawson jolt. We both wince, wondering if he’ll wake, but he doesn’t. Finally, she says, “Is that all you think about?”
“I was also thinking about how you keep me young with all these babies.” I gesture toward Raegan and Destiny’s room. “Even when they drive you crazy, you still want more.”
She saunters over to my side of the bed and gently picks Dawson up. “They’re so perfect when they come out. It’s hard to imagine them grown and rebellious. Motherhood is a trick.”
I attempt to tug at her towel, but she sidesteps me, going to Dawson’s crib. He doesn’t stir as she places him down and covers him with his favorite rabbit fur blanket Devon made him.
Devon walks back over to me and, this time, lets me pluck her towel from her body. I grip her hips and haul her across me. Her legs straddle me, finding my cock already straining through my boxers.
“I could be a grandpa right now had our life gone differently,” I murmur, sliding my hands to her ass and squeezing. “Do you ever wonder about that life?”
She grinds her naked pussy against my dick, dampening my boxers with her arousal. “Not a life I’d want to live.”
“I’d just steal you from him anyway,” I tell her with a wolfish grin, reaching up to pinch one of her hardened nipples. “I’d come visit my grandkids, and while your husband was distracted, I’d drag you into the bathroom with me.”
Her teeth capture her bottom lip as she pins me with a smoldering stare. “He would hear us.”
I smirk, my dick throbbing at the fantasy we’re creating. “I would have to hold your mouth. Like this.”
She gasps when I roll, flipping us until she’s beneath me. My hand covers her supple mouth. Her heels dig into my ass, begging me to grind into her.
“Does your husband know you like to fuck your daddy?” I taunt, my voice a low growl. “Does he know all those kids actually belong to me?”
Her moan nearly undoes me. Devon is a filthy girl. I fucking love her.
“Shh, Pip,” I whisper. “I’m going to fuck you real good like your useless husband in the other room never can.”