727 Cumming Ave. (Cherry Falls)

As Jenny predicted, her mother’s little setup in Vegas fell apart pretty quick when she found out the good doctor had another girl on the side and was playing three or four of them at the same time.

Didn’t matter. I don’t want to screw up whatever potential relationship that could be positive between Jenny and her mother, so I bought her a little place about an hour from us.

Close enough to visit, but not drop in, and not so far as she has to stay overnight.

We’ve docked the Jenny at the same marina as my brother’s boat, and my family has taken my girl in like their own. We spend the night here on the boat a few times a week and we’ve christened every horizontal and vertical surface more than once. We even fell off the front once, bending her over and boom, we broke through the railing and splashed hard into the cool early morning water.

Lust and laughter. There’s nothing better.

She moves to straddle me, her wild red waves falling over her shoulders, her tits swaying and bobbing as she climbs on my lap.

I grip one of her full breasts, bringing the hard nipple to my lips as she laces her fingers in my hair on a hiss. I suck one side, then the other, then press my face between them, engulfed in their lush softness, shaking my head back and forth as I blow out a hard breath and listen to it sputter through her flesh.

I look up as she throws her head back on a laugh and I still don’t know what I love more. We both know we have something special with our desire and our sense of humor. But I know having both with her is a gift I’ll never know how to repay.

She mounts half my dick in one slick motion, arching herself back as her warm, tight walls engulf my cock.

This time she gets about halfway down, but she’s still so fucking tight it’s a battle to get inside and it’s like she’s a virgin every time.

Her body quivers as she struggles to take another inch or two until she’s panting, her tight opening strangling my granite shaft.

“Let me in, baby,” I whisper into her neck, her soft hair brushing my cheeks as I wrap my hands around her back and grind us together.

“I’m trying. Your cock is not for the faint of heart.”

I pull my head back, kissing her chest. “This is the only heart that matters to me.”

Reaching up, I pull her face to mine, smashing our lips together while my other hand urges her hips down. I pull our faces back, her scent turning me manic as her quick breaths are warm on my cheek.

“Get that cunt mounted on my dick, little flame. I’m getting a baby inside you one way or another.”

Chapter 9

Jenny

Epilogue Eight Years Later

The kids all start screaming and nearly tackle me as I come out from the crowd, only to be enveloped in a sea of hugs and congratulations.

Mason, Jr. is coming up on seven and he is holding his baby sister, Regan, who is sleeping and oblivious to all the hoopla.

“You did it, baby.” Mason’s arms sweep around and under mine, pulling me from the earth and spinning me around as Jeanette, who is five, squeals with delight. “I’m so proud of you.”

Mason puts me down, my head spinning from the excitement of the day as well as his little carnival ride of congratulations.

There are hugs and laughs as my mom and Marshall, her husband of three years, Mason’s parents, his brother and his girlfriend Wendy, are all here for my special day.

“It took me a little longer than most. But here I am! Doctor Jennifer Thomas.”

I beam with my own pride as I look up and see Mason swipe a tear from his cheek with the back of his hand.

“Don’t cry!” I smile as he shakes his head.

“You’re worth the cry. Happy tears, little flame.”

“Mommy! You’re a doctor now. But I don’t want any shots.” Jeanette says on a pout.

“I have more work to do before I can really be a doctor to other people, but the school part is over. Never forget, baby, you can do whatever you want in life.”

We work our way through the crowd, the warmth of family and friends surrounding me, making my heart speed and the feeling of gratitude turns my own eyes misty.

Mason is head of the Department of Applied Mathematics and has published over twenty research papers, and wrote or co-wrote on ten patents. But, with the birth of Regan, he’s decided to step down. He wants to be with the kids as I take on the next steps in my medical career, and his support is the only reason I’ve come this far.

Mom and her husband, Marshall, live in New York, where he runs an organic wholesale produce company. Mom works alongside him, and after a rough few years for us, she had a turn around. Being a grandmother seemed to settle her, and she quit looking for a husband. That’s when the right man showed up, and our relationship gets better every year.