Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
I lie boneless as he places a kiss on my lips once again. I taste the pleasure he just gave me as I feel him start to push his thickness inside me.
“God, I swear every time is like the first time with you.” His eyes lock with mine as he thrusts in and out of me. “I love you so fucking much.”
My orgasm builds once again, and my eyes water. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, and then I wrap my legs around his waist. I want us connected everywhere physically, to reflect the connection of our hearts.
He thrusts in and out of me, driving us both to the peak. My body is so attuned to him that the slightest touch, the most gentle caress, and it sings for him.
I gasp as I climax, and feel the warmth of him spread inside me. It’s so intimate and real that I can’t put into words just how much I love him. So I kiss his lips and show him instead.
After a moment he rolls me over so we’re both on our sides facing each other. Our breathing is heavy but slows as I settle into his chest. His big arms encircle me and he kisses the top of my head.
“I told you I could give you everything you wanted,” he sighs.
I never doubted him. He’s given me everything I could ever think to want and more.
Epilogue
Dane
Ten years later…
“I’m not going to do it,” I say firmly as I cross my arms over my chest.
I try not to make contact with all the pairs of eyes that are boring into me. I won’t do it. I won’t bend on this. I will stand my ground. Maybe if I keep saying it over and over it might actually happen. Who am I kidding, though?
I chance a glance at Willow and I groan. I knew better than to look at her. All six kids and both of our moms cheer as one as Willow holds out the Mickey Mouse ears for me. I take them from her and sigh as I put them on my head and turn around to the very patient photographer. The kids and our moms file in around us and pose.
“Everyone say Disney!” the photographer shouts, and everyone screams it.
“Wait. Daddy didn’t say it. Do it again,” our youngest daughter says with her hands on her hips. She looks exactly like Willow, and I know in that moment I need to get my act together. This isn’t about me, and I need to give them the greatest day on earth.
“I forgot,” I say to her, but she narrows her eyes. “I promise I’ll say it this time.”
She nods and turns around as everyone gets back into position.
“Okay, one more time,” the photographer says. “Say Disney!”
This time I pick Willow up by the hips and sit her right on top of one of my shoulders. She squeals but throws her hands up and screams, “Disney!” at the top of her lungs. And this time I do it, too. I feel her shaking a little on my arm as she laughs and looks down at everyone.
I don’t know how I got roped into this family vacation, but I did agree at some point. Or maybe I didn’t and Willow just figured I would go along with it. She’s right, but she’s always right, so what’s new.
Sliding her down my body, I place a kiss on her lips before putting her on her feet. God, she’s still as beautiful as the day I first laid eyes on her. She reaches up and adjusts my ears, biting her lip to keep from giggling.
All of the kids are wearing different ones. Willow said her mouse ears are made to look like Belle from Beauty and the Beast. They’re gold and red, with sparkles on them. The ones she put on me are covered in brown fur, so I assume this makes me her beast. I growl low in my chest and this time she can’t control her laugh.
The kids try to pull us in different directions, and I hold a hand out to stop them.
“Wait a second,” I tell all of them, and they gather around us. They are all practically vibrating with anticipation. “Your mom has planned out a great day for us, so listen to what she says.”
“Does that mean you, too?” our oldest son says before he laughs and ducks behind one of his sisters.
“Yes. That means me, too,” I say. “We’re here to have a great time, and we’re going to do it as a family.”
Willow gives me a kiss on the cheek in thanks as she reaches in her bag and grabs the maps she made for everyone. She hands them to the kids and our moms and then she explains where we’re going first. She gives a rundown of the whole day, and I notice that there’s not one space available for me to sneak off with her. So I’m going to have to change that. She’s been excited about this trip for months, and I want it to be perfect. Obviously getting her alone here would make that happen.