Happily Ever After(6)

I close my eyes, that’s how much I like slow and tender Ashleigh this morning.

I lift my hips as she opens her legs, letting my cock find the pool of wetness. And then I ease inside her and she lifts her knees up, allowing me to push deeper.

“God, I love how you feel,” I say.

“I love how you make me feel,” she says back.

We get our rhythm going. And it’s slow, just like she wanted it. It’s better than having her on her knees looking up at me from the floor, that’s for sure. It’s so much better than giving her spankings or binding her wrists.

I like all that. And even though it’s fun and sexy, this is so much more.

This is love.

I open my eyes and kiss her as we move, her lips fitting perfectly against mine. I hike one of her legs up towards her shoulder and turn her on her side a little, letting me hit that spot that makes her come as I rock against her. One of her hands squeezes a breast while the other slides down her belly and begins to rub her clit in small circles.

She drives me crazy when she does that. She knows she drives me crazy. Especially when her eyes are open when I fuck her.

“Ashleigh,” I moan, pumping her harder because I want to come and then flip her over and do it again from behind.

“Ford,” she says, arching her back, on the verge of release. “Ford,” she says again.

Just the sound of my name coming out of her mouth is enough to push me over the edge.

I come inside her, squeezing her calf as I hold her leg up.

She moans out that seductive moan that has been driving me crazy for years and lets go at the same time.

I release her leg and lie down next to her, pulling her up to my chest, gently kissing her shoulder. “I will never get tired of this. Ever. Each year it gets better and better, Ashleigh. Each year I love you more and more.”

“We’ve built a great life, Ford. I’m so happy I met you out on that freeway fifteen years ago. And I’d love to go to the diner today. And take a ride on the gondola. I’d love to relive it all again. Go back to the beginning and remember.”

“And give up the mansion for the Travel Saver too?” I ask, smiling as I kiss her shoulder again.

“I liked back then when the kids were small and things were new. I liked it. So I’d love to relive that time in our lives, but I told Veronica I’d help her with dinner and baking.”

I am just about to close my eyes and take a post-sex nap when she says this. I hear all her words, but the only ones that matter are new again. We’ve had this conversation before. A few times at least over the years. And it only ever went one place. Children.

She wants another baby.





Chapter Four





“Hey, Ronnie?” I ask, little Cindy fussing in my arms. “Rons? I think she needs some more medicine for her teeth. Should we give her more medicine? It’s been like eight hours.”

“I just gave her some three hours ago, Spencer. You’ll have to—” She sighs, then drags herself into a sitting position in bed. “Never mind, I’ll do it.”

“No,” I say, stepping back as she reaches for Cindy. “I got it. I’m not new at this, I just needed to ask so I didn’t give her too much.” Cindy wriggles in my arms. She’s been the crankiest of all the kids, and it figures, right? The early ones were easy. Ronnie had all kinds of energy with Rory and Belle. Jasmine and Ariel were a little tougher because when you’ve got a few kids it’s hard to keep up. And when you have six, well, yeah, that shit gets downright challenging.

“Maybe…” Ronnie rubs her temples and closes her eyes. She’s so damn tired. “Maybe go get that frozen teething ring from the freezer downstairs.” She opens her eyes again and looks up at me. “I can get it.”

“I got this, Veronica. Just go to sleep. You were up half the night. Cindy and I can kick it today. Ford’s gonna take all the kids skiing, so you don’t have to do anything but rest.”

“I have to get dinner started.”

“Stop,” I say. “It’s seven in the morning. Whatever you’re cooking doesn’t take ten hours.”

“I wanted to make cookies…” She looks down as she places a hand over her stomach and then scowls. “But the last thing I need is cookies, so maybe it’s better if I just skip it this year?”

“What?” Did she just body-shame herself? “You really need some sleep, Bombshell. Pronto. Go back to bed and I’ll take care of things.”

She doesn’t even fight me, just drops her head back to the pillow and lets out a long sigh.

I ease out of the room quietly and take the baby downstairs. The house is big and the kitchen is far, but I can hear the bustle of kids and dogs before I even make it downstairs. When I walk in, it’s a madhouse.