He pummels me from behind, thumb and cock taking me higher and higher. As I climax for the second time, I bear down on him, slapping the mattress with one hand. My orgasm comes on so hard that I struggle to get even a gasp of air.
“Kelsey. Fuck. This is—damn.” He yanks my hair as he thrusts deep, his dick convulsing inside me, his cum heating the depths of my pussy.
I collapse onto the bed, my ass up, feet together, his erection still pulsating within me.
Adam leans over my back and kisses my neck. “You are fucking amazing, Beautiful Girl.”
He slips out and lies down, pulling me against him, entwining his arms and legs through mine, kissing my shoulder. “I’m so in love with you. Do you know that?”
I roll to face him. “Yeah? Even though I still suck at dirty talk?”
“That mouth was made for more than just words.” He slips his tongue along my lip. “Even when we grow old and can’t make love any more, I’ll still always want to kiss you. Always.”
EPILOGUE
Clarissa’s red hair and smile could outshine the afternoon sun. “And I’m going to teach you how to swim like a rock. And when you get big like me, Daddy will help us make rainbow pancakes. They’re not the right color, but we won’t tell him. He sure does try…”
My heart swells to hear that word—Daddy. Life is uncertain, but one thing is rock solid—my love for my wife and children. That will never end, even after I leave this Earth, that will remain.
Kelsey leans against my chest with a heaving sigh as we listen to our little girl explain to her baby brother how wonderful life as a Hardick will be—using so many words.
I kiss the top of Kelsey’s head and smooth my hands down her arms.
Her blue eyes sparkle as she gazes up at me. “You know, we might be glad if Carter takes as long to talk as Clarissa did. Two of them going at it like that all day long, might get a little wearing.”
I give her an exaggerated frown. “Hey, now. Don’t talk like that about my daughter.”
Kelsey pinches my arm. “Just because you adopted her doesn’t mean she isn’t still mine too. I’m just saying—”
I lay my finger over her lips. “Shush, wench, or I’ll have to make you walk my plank.”
“In that case, kiss me.” She turns in my arms so I can close my mouth over hers.
I pull back after a moment. “You never have to tell me to kiss you, Beautiful Girl. I’m always going to want to kiss you. Always.”
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Kelley Harvey
For women who love idiot men and
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ONE
My brand new shoes bite into the back of my heels and squish my toes. I fill a paper cup with water and set it aside without ingesting so much as a sip.
Shayna takes my elbow as I pass by for the fifteenth time. “For Christ’s sake, sit down. I wasn’t nervous until you started pacing.”
I press my finger to the twitch at the corner of my left eye. “This is going to be a disaster. I know it.”
“It’ll be fine. Relax.” My best friend for the last three years fluffs my corkscrew curls around my shoulders and grasps my upper arms. “A live studio audience will be good. I promise. You’ll be so happy you did this.”