Built to Last (Middleton Hotels 2)

“Fuck. Your tight ass pussy is going to break my dick one day.”

“You love it, so hush,” I told him. He pulled me in for a kiss and it was like our first. This man held and kissed me like it was never enough.

“I love you, Rachael. Your tight pussy is an amazing bonus.”

“Mom,” my son’s voice shouted from the front door.

“Shit, I forgot Joey was coming home for the weekend.”

“Oops. The boy should know better by now that my lunch time has always been served at home.”

“Mom,” he called out again.

I gave Joseph a shove and hurried to get my clothes back on. He tucked himself back inside his pants and straightened his suit before stepping out of the laundry room. “Mom’s busy doing the laundry, son. Let’s get a drink before I head to work.”

“Wow, you two never quit. You keep that up and I’ll be having another brother or sister soon.”

“I’m always trying, son.” He chuckled and both of my men walked into the kitchen.

Four weeks later, I looked at the stick in front of me laughing and knowing somehow it had been the laundry room. A sixth baby on the way. I was glad the two eldest were away in college or we were going to have to build an extension on the house. But I don’t doubt that after this one, Joseph would have me pinned to the nearest surface going for number seven. Hell, I would be pinned to the washer as soon as he came home for lunch today. The image of him becoming undone with the news and his body dominating me sent shivers of delight down my spine. Almost twenty-five years and I was still a daydreaming fool for him. Our love was built to last.

“Rachael, where’s my lunch?” He shouted. I smiled, just waiting for him to find me.

The End