Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Me and James have gotten used to sleeping with Lory between us, him with his mouth latched onto her breast and me behind her, warm and connected. Now Colton is here, we’ll have to adapt to sharing her three ways, and that’ll mean sometimes being on the outside.
I can take it if it means having my friends with me.
Lory wouldn’t be without the others, even if I could.
I grind into her, cupping her swollen breast in my palm and watching as she lets James gently pump into her mouth. She makes the sweetest sucking sounds and hums when I tweak her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
We get lost in pleasing each other, responding to touches and sounds, sliding into the familiar push and pull that’s become like second nature. When Lory’s getting close, I lean close and whisper the dirty things she likes to hear so much.
“This pussy feels so good,” I growl. “Look at you sucking that cock, taking it deep in your throat. I’m going to fill this sweet pussy with my cum while you swallow James like a good girl.”
She moans, and James likes it so much that his hips jerk and he groans his release.
Lory swallows him down, stroking his hip as he comes.
I find her clit with my fingers, but Colton has recovered enough to round the bed, and he’s there, wanting to play a part in getting our woman off again.
“That’s it,” he whispers. Whatever he’s doing makes Lory clench around my dick, and I grunt with the resulting pleasure.
“Oh… Oh.” She gasps, and her hips begin to buck, seeking the pressure and depth of penetration she needs.
I grip her chin and turn her head so that her ear is close to my mouth. She’s wearing the diamonds I bought her and when she wears them on her pretty ears, it fills me with pride.
“Give it to me, Lory. Come on my cock. Give it to me, princess.”
“Fuck…” she gasps as her body turns feral, snapping taut with release and then softening. My dick surges with the contractions of her orgasm, spitting my release with the impact of a flamethrower. My mind spins out of control as bright lights flash behind my eyelids, and boiling heat tightens my balls and powers my dick in stuttering thrusts.
“That’s it,” Colton says, breathless with awe.
“Fuck yeah.” James’ voice comes from somewhere behind, filled with a smile that’s totally right.
I laugh, and it’s big and booming, a release of the last of the tension I’ve been carrying around with me since the police picked me up and presented me with unwavering evidence of my own misdemeanors.
We’re together. We’re free. We have Lory and a future that’s as bright as the Mexican sun. New names and a new life. I want to say we deserve it, and in a funny way, I guess we do.
We’re no angels, but we know how to treat our woman like the queen she is. We’ll be grateful for every day we get to spend with her, knowing what life was like before she appeared with her pretty eyes and a giant heart. We’re going to work hard to keep on the right track so that our kids will have the kind of start that we could only have dreamed of and never face the reality of incarceration. We may have regrets, but what we did to deserve Lory will never be one of them.
I finally have happiness resting in the palms of my hands, and I’m going to do my best to hold on to it and never let it go.
EPILOGUE
LORY
ALL I WANT
The sound of the ocean is magical. Before Mexico, I’d never seen it outside of pictures and on TV. It’s impossible to imagine its sound, the rushing white noise of its push and pull, or the vastness of it yawning into the horizon further than the eye can see.
In Cancun, the water is fierce and unyielding as it tugs at your feet beneath the foaming waves. It’s loud, too, crashing against the seabed, making me insubstantial as it buffets me around like driftwood.
I was scared at first, but Connor hasn’t let go of my hand. I think he’s a little afraid of it, and maybe my hand is a comfort. Neither of us learned to swim yet, and the Atlantic isn’t the place to start.
The beach is a swipe of glittering white that almost hurts to look at. Caleb and Nora play in the sand, digging castles with James, who’s indulging his inner child. He let them help bury him when we first arrived and then broke free, rising like a fearsome sand monster that made Nora scream and Caleb laugh.
My sister, Kennedy, rests on a sunbed, stretched out in her new bikini. I convinced her to buy the bright pink one that contrasts nicely with her hair and skin. She prodded at her loose tummy in the store, but I wasn’t having any of it. My stomach is still loose and a little puckered, but I don’t care. Little Ethan loves to nuzzle it, and so do Connor, James, and Colton. Nothing good in life comes for free, and my war wounds just make the miracle of my son’s arrival and life even sweeter.