Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I head to the window and feel a wave of warmth entering my chest when I see Maeve sitting on Tucker’s big broad shoulders. He’s pulling the wagon behind him with April and our youngest, Ophelia sitting in it.
“Go, Daddy, go!” Maeve squeals as she grabs two fistfuls of his hair.
Tucker lets go of the wagon and then starts running around the yard with Maeve screaming in delight on his shoulders. Her blonde hair is flowing in the wind as she gets the biggest smile I’ve ever seen.
Of course, April and Ophelia ask for a turn next and I watch with my hand on my belly as Tucker gives each girl a turn, running around the yard with them on his shoulders.
I love how this protective man takes care of us. He’s always watching over our family and making sure we’re all safe. I feel so loved and protected by him.
Once the airplane rides are finished, Tucker puts the three girls on the patio swing, grabs a fresh bouquet of hand-picked flowers out of the wagon, and comes to the back door.
I quickly fix my hair and smile at him as he walks in.
His face lights up when he sees me.
“For you, my love,” he says as he hands me the pretty yellow flowers. “Maeve picked them from Mr. Thompson’s yard when I wasn’t looking, so keep them on the down low.”
I laugh as I take them. He kisses my cheek.
“She’s a neighborhood menace that one,” I say, feeling my cheeks blushing with this beautiful man’s attention on me. He still makes me blush after all these years.
I put the flowers on the counter for later and grab his thick wrist.
“Feel this,” I say as I put his huge palm on my belly. Lucas seems to realize his father is here and he’s already showing off. He starts kicking like crazy.
“Wow,” Tucker says, getting a big loving smile on his face. “You’re amazing.”
“I’m not the one doing the kicking,” I say with a laugh.
He shakes his head. “You’re still amazing, Jane. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
My head tilts back as he leans down and kisses me. We’ve done this so many times, but every kiss from Tucker still feels magical.
I moan as he pulls away.
He’s looking at me with heated eyes and I start to squirm, knowing what that look means. It means lunch is going to be late.
“Let me get these monsters popsicles,” Tucker says as he hurries to the freezer, “and then I’ll be back to give you a popsicle.”
I laugh as he grabs three colorful popsicles and hurries outside.
My chest feels so happy and full as I watch him rip off the wrappers and give one to each of our girls. That will keep them busy for a while.
I’m already wet with desire as he comes back in and looks at me with a hungry growl.
“I’m ready for that popsicle now,” I say as I pull up my dress and bend over the counter. “Is it a hard one?”
“So fucking hard,” he says as he comes over and pulls out his massive cock.
He grabs my ass with a firm grip and guides his big dick into my aching wet pussy. I stifle a scream as he thrusts in deep.
Every inch of my pussy is crammed full with his thick glorious cock.
I drop my head and focus on the incredible feeling of him sliding in and out, in and out, until I erupt all over his dick with a blissful orgasm.
My man roots in deep and trembles as he fills my pussy with his cum. I love hearing the masculine grunts he makes. I love feeling his strong hands tightening on my waist. I love it all.
I live for these moments.
These moments when he proves that I’m all his.
And that we’ll be together forever.
Epilogue
Tucker
Thirty Years Later…
I’m standing backstage with the producer of the Hockey Awards Show, waiting for him to tell me to go on. I’m presenting the award for the best hockey fight of the decade.
The nominees are good, but nothing lives up to my classic battles with Clint Maddock. They’re still always number one and two on the lists of best hockey fights ever.
“Okay,” the producer says as he hands me the trophy and waves me on. “Go!”
I take a deep breath, run my hand over my suit jacket, and calmly walk out to the podium in the middle of the stage.
It’s a fancy affair with players in the league, sports media figures, and legends of the game all mixed together in the audience. I recognize so many faces as I take my place in front of the mic.
But my eyes dart to the only face I care to see. My beautiful Jane is sitting at our table, smiling radiantly at me. Just seeing her makes the nerves go away.