Lock is done. I feel the hot release spray inside me and we clutch and hold one another through our orgasms. His mouth is on my neck and he whispers every curse word every known—and some he’s made up—into my ear.
We pant as we come down, moving sweet and slow against each other as his hands move to push my hair behind my ears, and I sit up to look down at his smile.
“You are such a good girl.”
I bring my hands to cup his cheeks. The scruff of his beard scratches at my palms.
“I know, it’s true.” I play back on a giggle.
“Now.” He licks his lips and runs his fingertips down my arms, making me shiver. “We have to pick up the kids in an hour. You want a shower?”
“Sure.” I nod. “Beverly said she and Gruber would take them to Chuck E. Cheez, then back to the house, so they’ll be well fed and sugared up. And hopefully tired.”
“Sounds good. My flight isn’t until ten tonight. So, I’ll take bath and bedtime tonight.”
Lock is still writing music, as he wants, when he wants. He’s got a meeting in Nashville tonight with a record producer and a top country star who want to collaborate on a few songs. He’s given up acting completely, it just takes too much time away from the family and the lifestyle is simply not what he wants for us.
Beverly took the reins on the businesses for a few years and did an amazing job. When it got harder for her and Gruber to manage, with her being so busy, she decided to step down. We ended up selling all the businesses. They are set up for life as far as finances go, and as much as I give away, our own bottom line keeps growing as well thanks to the sales of the businesses and some good investments.
“You are the best dad, you know that?” I lean down and kiss him, tasting the sweat of his hard work today still on his lips.
“I do my best. Oh, there’s a letter on the counter from your mom and dad too. I brought in the mail.”
“Oh, great.”
We’ve managed to find a nice balance with my parents. They still live their life, their way and I don’t begrudge them their beliefs. They still have no cell phone, no TV, but we write letters back and forth every week and they come to visit here at least twice a year.
They are fun as grandparents. Teaching the kids all about nature and some of the more pleasant parts of my upbringing. We drew the line at giving them weapons training like I received but they love their grandparents and it’s heart warming to see the circle complete.
“Okay, my princess.” Lock stands, keeping me secured against his still hard cock.
“You ever going to turn that thing off?” I giggle.
“No can do, baby. I’m sixteen again whenever I’m with you.”
As he takes us down the back hallway toward our bedroom I wrap my arms around him, remembering the first time he carried me down the trail from the cabin.
A few steps more and a vision overtakes me and Lock stops dead in his tracks.
“Baby.”
“Yes?” I ask, already knowing what he’s about to say.
“You see it?”
We still have our visions now and then and it’s become less spooky and more fun. I hold tight and speak into his ear.
“Yep.”
“Babies number five and six, Little Wolf.”
I nod, barely able to believe it. “I’m going to have twins.”