“I think you killed my dick, sugar.” My legs slide from his shoulders, and Bentley moves us so we’re side by side, my body beyond boneless.
“That’s okay. I think you killed my pussy.” I press my lips to his, still not getting my fill of him apparently. It’s slow and languid, without a care in the world as Bentley takes slow sips of my lips before our tongues slide against each other’s, and when we pull away, my body yearns for his again.
“The feeling’s mutual. You gonna try and break my dick tonight too?” Bentley asks.
“Probably, but first I’m going to take a nap.” I yawn. Things have changed from this pregnancy to my last, probably due to running around with a toddler and living in a state of pure happiness.
“Sleep, Sadie. I’ll wake you up when Henley gets home.” My head rests to the crook of his neck, snuggling deeper as slumber wins. I may have been reluctant to let Bentley in at first, but he sure enough won not only me over but Henley too, and when we get married in a week, I’ve got the papers for him to sign to formally adopt Henley. All of us will have his last name. One big happy family.
Epilogue
Ruger
Three Years Later
“Pappa! Pappa!” Henley comes running out of the house into the garage, where I’m working on my bike.
“Henley, slow down.” I made plans with my baby girl today. Apparently, she’s ready and raring to go with the whole she-bang she’s wearing.
“Momma said it was time!” A smile takes over my face. Henley knows what that means. The jeans that have rips much like Sadie wears are mimicked on hers, Harley Davidson tee she’s wearing, and black leather jacket along with bright red chucks on her feet, I’d say she, Sadie, and Monroe hit the shops again.
“Is it? I thought we were going riding next week?” I tease Henley. Her hand moves to her hip, foot cocked out, tapping away.
“No way, Pappa, it’s our day. Every Friday afternoon. You promised.” She doesn’t pout though, knowing that it won’t go over well if she does. Instead, she gives me those green eyes, batting her eyelashes.
“I know that, but I have to get a few things done first. Do you want to help me?” I got a new seat for Sadie, something that has a back now that she complained her back was hurting.
“Of course, anything to make this go faster, Pappa!” She’s full of energy.
“Henley Marie Matthews, did you get into my makeup again?” Sadie walks out the door Henley left open. It’s then I notice my little girl has lipstick on, blush across her cheeks, and some kind of eye shadow. Christ, she’s too young for this shit just yet.
“I put everything back like you told me, Momma,” Henley sweetens the deal. Sadie knows how much she loves to play in our bathroom. Hell, half the fuckin’ time, I don’t know why we have another bathroom. Both our kids use ours more than their own.
“Something tells me you missed a few pieces, baby girl,” I murmur to Henley.
“Oh no, I’m not so sure I can help you out, Pappa.” Her lip quivers when she sees Jackson’s face and body have streaks of makeup all over them.
“I’m sorry, Momma. I’ll help you with Jax.” Her shoulders are sloped in defeat.
“It’s okay. Accidents happen, but I think you need to help me put everything away correctly, and then you can ride with Pappa, okay?” Sadie can’t stay upset with Henley very long. It probably doesn’t help that she’s five, Jackson is nearing two, and between the both of them, they’re always into something.
“That’s fair. I’ll be back, Pappa. If you wait a little bit, I’ll help you.” She turns back around, eyes dried, lip pulled between her teeth.
“How about I get this finished, then it’s you and me.” When Jackson is older, I plan on doing the same thing with him once a week.
“Perfect!” she squeals and then marches into the house, taking off for duty.
“Are you sure you want another one?” Sadie arches an eyebrow with her question.
“Damn straight. We have one more room to fill, and who’s to say the kids can’t share?” I quit what I’m doing and walk towards her. When I get there, Jackson jumps into my arms.
“Okay, I’m going to see if Monroe is busy this weekend. Maybe we can work on a third one then.” Fuck yeah, I know what that means. I told Sadie when she gave me the green light, I’d have no problem with us trying for another child, and this means her birth control has been flushed down the toilet.
“You do that, sugar. See if Monroe wants to spend the night in case were gone later than normal. You won’t be ridin’ just my bike.” The flush that takes over her body lets me know she likes that idea.