Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Holy shit,” I said, as I stared at the words written over and over again on the chalk-paint wall I’d made for him.
I will not kill anyone with an axe without permission.
“Without permission?” I asked.
Preppy leaned against the doorframe. “I mean, I didn’t want to rule it out entirely. It kind of saved our asses that last time.”
That was true, but it didn’t change the fact that I couldn’t tear my eyes from the words on the wall.
Preppy pulled me into his chest and kissed my hair. “Listen Doc, if anyone knows this, it’s me. There’s no black and white. Right or wrong. What Bo did is in the grey-ish area. Together we’re going to teach him how to be a good man, which means knowing how to be loyal to those who matter. When to sacrifice where it counts. And how to keep his promises. I want to show him what he did was wrong so he doesn’t think he can go around offing anyone who pisses him off but I don’t want to make him feel too guilty for something I really want to pat him on the back and buy him a pony for.”
“We can do this,” I said, letting Preppy’s words sink in.
‘Together. Okay?” he asked, rubbing his hands down my arms.
“Okay,” I agreed. Preppy was right. Together we could teach Bo what was really important. That his past won’t dictate his future. That the things you do don’t define who you are.
That family runs thicker than blood.
Blood you’d spill for them, even if it’s your own.
Bo came sprinting into the room and threw his arms around us, making our hug of two into a family affair.
I glanced from Preppy to Bo who were both resting a hand over my belly. We’d teach him that family was everything.
And we had it all.
Preppy
Dre is a fucking miracle worker. After she recovered from her injuries she followed through with the purchase of the house she wanted to renovate with the help of a realtor who didn’t want to murder her or our family. She was five months pregnant and on her hands and knees in the house, tacking some of the broken baseboards back into place.
“You need to stop working so hard,” I said picking her up off the floor. “Why isn’t Kevin helping?”
“He is. He’s been here all day,” she said. Kevin was still living at our house and was giving Dre a hand when he wasn’t working for me. “He just ran to the hardware store.”
“Good. I don’t like the idea of you here alone,” I said.
“It’s almost done,” Dre beamed, looking around at the new paint on the walls, the freshly sanded floors, and the brand new windows with the stickers still on them.
“It looks fantastic.” I dropped my gaze to her tits, which I couldn’t get enough of normally, but now that they were swollen it was like they were calling to me all hours of the day and night.
Preppy come play with us
Preppy come fuck us
“The realtor has someone interested already and it’s not even done, can you believe it?” she asked happily, her tits shaking as she bounced excitedly from foot to foot.
“I can believe it,” I said, tipping her chin to me. “Because I believe in you.”
“So are you going to tell me? Or what?” Dre asked, knowing I’d just came from a hearing at the county. I was officially the first licensed medical marijuana grower in the state. King, Bear, and I were going legit...ish.
“We got it,” I told her, not able to hide my smile.
“Holy shit!” She leapt into my arms and wrapped her legs around me, sending a jolt of awareness down to my cock when her heat brushed up against me.
Her eyes darkened and she bit her lip. I backed her up against the wall. “What do you say we start a new tradition?”
“What’s that?” she asked as I ground my hard cock against her softness.
“I think this house needs to be christened.” I gripped her ass tighter, making her very aware of my intentions.
Her moan was the only response I needed. Within seconds I’d stripped her of her shorts and had her lying against the stairs while I drove into her tight pussy over and over again until our screams echoed throughout the empty house.
I fell to the side of her and rested my head on her tits. I traced my fingers over her little belly.
“I still can’t believe I’m actually pregnant,” she said, watching me.
I scoffed. “I can’t believe you underestimated the power I was packing.”
“Hmmmmm. I think I’m still underestimating it.” I glanced up at her. “Do you think you can show me this power you speak of again?”
My cock jumped to attention almost as fast as I did.
“Fuck yeah I can.” I slide back into my wife, feeling love, happiness, and never more alive. I’d continue to make sure she’d feel every ounce of love I had for her. I made her promises that I’d keep or die trying.