A Moosehead Valentine: Sterling & Kennedy

“So beautiful,” I murmur before kissing her hip moving down to her pussy. I lick her clit before driving my tongue in and out of her pussy hole, mimicking what my cock is about to do. Her hands grip my hair, pulling it.

“Sterling,” she gasps. I look up her body and see that her head is flung back, and her eyes are closed.

“What do you need?”

“You. I need you,” she cries. Standing, I strip quickly and turn her to face the island. She leans over it, presenting her ass to me. Fuck. I grip my dick and stroke it a few times before sliding into her slowly. When I am balls deep, I pull out and slam back inside of her. The only sounds in the room are her gasps, my grunts, and our skin as our bodies connect over and over. “Sterling,” she screams as her legs shake and her pussy tightens around me. “I’m coming!”

“I know, fuck,” I shout as I fill her with my seed. I pull out of her and take her to lay down in bed until dinner.

Once I lay down beside her, I shudder to think that I could have lost her today and that doesn’t sit well with me. Pulling her close, I breathe in the scent of her shampoo and that helps some, but these close calls will be the death of me if we don’t figure this shit out.

This has become my top five priorities and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.

Chapter 4

Kennedy

I have been up for hours. After Silver fucked me to sleep, literally, he went and picked up the kids, cooked dinner, he woke me, we ate as a family and we all went to bed. He decided we weren’t going to his parents' house and I was so exhausted that I went with it. I couldn’t sleep. My mind has been going over and over what happened. Every nuance of the day. Every moment, every word said, every decision made. I can’t help but feel we are missing something. I mean how is it that that person just so happened to know we would be walking down that street at the exact right moment. It’s almost like we have been being followed. Who is this? The tears stream down my face as I lay on the couch, having left my bed hours ago anxious and restless.

Growing up the way I did, not sure from one day to the next what my life was going to entail, thanks to the unpredictability of Jacquie, having control ripped from my hands is not something I can handle. It makes me feel off balance. That was the thing that drew me to Silver. He had a way of taking control but putting me at ease. When I gave myself to him, I didn't feel helpless. No, on the contrary, I felt empowered. But this situation is bringing back all of my insecurities. As hard as I fought my husband about his overreaction to what happened to the store, I can’t help but feel like if I would have listened to him…

“Mommy. Mommy wake up. I’m hungry.” I hear this sweet voice in my head, and it takes a moment for me to realize it isn’t in my head. Stretching my body, I groan at the aches from my pregnant ass being on the couch. I vaguely remember Sterling kissing me before he left for work and fussing about me being on the couch. “Mommy.” I hear Isabella say as she shakes my shoulder. Rolling over I grab both of them and hug them to my chest while inhaling their little girl scent. I love how beautifully innocent they are about the world around them. I had to grow up super-fast. I don’t want that for my children. I want them to remain innocent and oblivious to the evil outside of their bubble. As long as possible.

“Alright babies. I’m up. What should we have for breakfast?” I ask them, walking to the kitchen extra slow due to the pain in my lower back. Serves me right for leaving my bed.

“French toast with chocolate chips,” Regan yells. I laugh as I shake my head. It is the same thing they pick every morning.

Breakfast is made and everything cleaned up. As usual I have to wrestle the kids into clothes since my girls are like their dad and would prefer to be in pjs. By the time I have them dressed and myself, all I want to do is lie back down. “So, my girls, what should we do today?”

“We want to see our cousins. Please.” They say the last part in unison. Smiling, I nod my head.

“Ok. Let me call your auntie.” Grabbing my phone, I call Ava.

“Hey hun. How are you?” she answers.