Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Makenzie doesn't miss her. I think she grieved her relationship with her mom a long time ago. She's happier without that annual visit hanging over her head. Now, Christmas is something she looks forward to, a time when she's surrounded by people who love her exactly the way she is.
Her life is full of people like that now. Not just me and my family, but Olive and Madden, and the friends she's made along the way. If people initially didn't know who to believe, they sided with her as soon as Lyle shot me. I think most were already inclined to believe her. She is who she is, and he was who he was.
He didn't survive prison. Surprisingly, he didn't die in a prison brawl, either. He choked to death in his cell on a can of sausages. The irony wasn't lost on me. It was precisely the way he deserved to go.
No one grieved him, and no one misses him?
But Makenzie? If anything were to happen to her, she'd leave a crater of devastation behind. My life doesn't work without her in it. She's the sun around which me and our twin boys revolve. I can't even fucking think about a life without her in it without wanting to rip my own damn skin off.
I need her to survive. It's really that simple. I need her.
She pulls me into the office, slamming the door behind her.
"If we aren't having sex in here, what the fuck are we doing, angel baby?" I ask, eyeing her curiously.
"I lied." She rips her shirt off over her head. "We're totally having sex in here. You owe me orgasms. It's the least you can do for knocking me up again." She glances at the clock hanging over my desk. "And you better hurry. I have to pick up the twins in thirty minutes."
"Call Emma and tell her you're going to be late."
"I'm not going to be late."
"Yeah, you are. Because we both know one orgasm isn't going to satisfy you." I work my belt free with one hand, my cock already hard. "If I give you one, you're going to want another. And if I give you two, you know damn well I'm going to keep going. Pick up the phone, angel baby."
"Fine," she huffs, spinning to grab it from my desk.
I strip her naked while she's dialing. Before Emma even answers, I've got my mouth on her. What? I left her mouth free so she could talk. That's all she needs for a phone call.
"Late!" she squeaks to our sister-in-law. "I'm going to be late!"
"Are you okay?"
"F-f-fine. I'm fine!"
I pry her cheeks apart, allowing me to get closer to heaven. Her head thumps against the desk.
"Oh, my God. I'm going to be so late!" She slams the phone down before Emma can say anything else, the waves of her first orgasm already breaking over her.
I smile against her folds and set to work.