Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Always, baby. Hands and knees on the side of the bed for me.”
Tripp grabs the lube, starts out with one finger, and my body is nearly melting with the simple feel of him pushing inside me. He goes from one to two, fucking me and stretching me, getting my body ready to take him. I move against his hand, needing more.
“You’re hungry for it, aren’t you? You’re so sexy like this, so needy for my cock.”
“Yes. God yes.”
“I need you too. I’ll always need you.” He pulls his fingers out, and I groan at the loss of feeling full. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here,” he tells me, and then I feel the fat head of his cock pushing against my rim.
Tripp slides inside me, inch after inch, taking me, filling me, connecting us on this level that goes deeper than physical. As soon as he’s buried inside me, he pauses, leaning forward and kissing my shoulder blade. “You feel so good.”
“You too. Fuck me.”
He pulls back and pumps into me again. His hands are firm on my hips, my cock hard and aching, moving with each of Tripp’s thrusts. My balls are already tight and incredibly full from all the teasing Tripp gave me. I spit in my hand, wrap it around my cock, and stroke myself while he takes what I freely give him.
“I’m gonna come. Jesus, Tripp, I’m already gonna come.”
“Do it. Give it to me. I want you to shoot before I fill you up.”
Colors dance in my vision, my body shaking and coming apart as I lose myself to the pleasure only he can give me. I feel my body tightening. Tripp squeezes me tighter, and I know he’s unloading, his release filling me as we lose ourselves to pleasure.
I fall to the bed, crawl up while Tripp goes to get a cloth. I know he’s cleaning up the mess because I prefer it that way, and when he’s done, he gets into bed with me, tugging me close.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Yes.”
I tell him about it, and I’m sure East is doing the same with Archer and Morgan with Dusty. Tripp kisses me, strokes my skin while he listens and offers comfort.
Afterward, we take a nap, then clean up and go pick up Meadow.
“Hey, Dad. Hey, Rhett,” she says, jumping into the truck. “I was thinking we could make pizza from scratch for dinner tonight and then watch a family movie.”
A family movie. Family because that’s what we are. “Let’s do it,” I say.
Tripp gives me a big smile, then puts his hand on my thigh. “Sounds like the perfect night to me.”
EPILOGUE
Rhett
Ten years later
“Hey, Dad. Hey, Pop,” Meadow greets Tripp and me as she walks into the house with her girlfriend, Lily. She started calling me Pop about a year after Tripp and I got together. It’s amazing how those three letters can be one of my favorite things, that this incredible girl can see me like a father to her.
“Hey, you.” I give her a hug and kiss her cheek before she heads to her dad, and I greet Lily with a hug too. She and Meadow have been together for two years now. They’ve both moved from smaller towns to New York City for more diversity. Lily is still in college, studying international humanitarian law. As if that wasn’t enough, she’s also an amateur photographer, but most importantly, she treats our girl like she hung the moon.
“How was your trip?” I ask Lily.
“Good. It’s nice to finally be here, though.”
“Everyone is out back. Come on.”
It’s Tripp’s birthday, and our family and friends are all here celebrating. I officially put my house on the market and moved in with Tripp and Meadow about six months after we told Meadow about us, and we’ve been living here together ever since. After our first anniversary of working together, Tripp surprised me with a name change for the business. Cassidy’s Carpentry became Tripp and Rhett’s Carpentry Service.
“I can’t wait to see them,” Meadow says.
It was an adjustment when she left at eighteen. Not that we didn’t enjoy having the house to ourselves, but Meadow is such a bright light, and we miss her. Especially Tripp. He hadn’t known what life was like without her for eighteen years. Tripp and I go to the city a lot to see her, though. She’s living the life we always hoped for her.
And we’re enjoying having each other. Working together, sitting on the porch swing in the evenings—just like the one my mom used to have—and making sure we go ice-skating every winter. The first year, I pretended I didn’t like it but Tripp knew I did—that I do. It reminds me of that first birthday party of Meadow’s. In a lot of ways, that’s when Tripp and I really began.