“I’ve already decided on a franchise name.”
“Oh yeah?” She was rocking her hips again, insatiably horny for what only I could give. “What’s that?”
“The Pile Drivers.”
She erupted into a fit of giggles, dousing her arousal nearly instantly. “You’re quite the tool, Mr. Broderick.”
“Don’t forget…” I thrust my cock against her damp skin. “I’m the only tool to satisfy all of your needs, Peaches.”
T H I R D E P I L O G U E
Arkin – Ten Years Later
“L
ord help us, boys.” My oldest son breathed at my side, his identical brother shaking his head.
“Well, no stopping them now.” I sucked in a fortifying breath as the pack of women in my life huddled close together with excited grins on their faces.
Thirteen years of marriage with Daphne, and every damn day I was still surprised. Especially with triplets and three adopted siblings we’d welcomed into our home not long after the first three were born.
Daphne and I were on the ride of our lives, not a single day the same. “This doesn’t seem like a very good idea.” One of my boys tipped his head to one side, stripping out of his shorts and down to his swimming trunks anyway.
“Woohoo!” He ran shrieking off by the girls, covering them in a splash when he cannonballed into the chilly pool.
“You’ve got a wild one there.” My mom patted my back, happy smile on her face.
“I’ve got a whole baseball team’s worth of wild ones, Mom.”
She shook her head. “So were you, my son. So were you. I just put the baby down for a nap. Thought she’d never settle down,but then I sang her that song I used to sing to you when you couldn’t sleep at night. Do you remember it?”
“How could I forget?” Happy memories of the childhood she’d given me passed through me and into how I loved these little humans every single day.
She leaned into my body, and I wrapped her in my arm, thankful I could give my mom the kind of joy I saw on her face on the daily when she spent time with my kids.
“There they go,” my oldest boy uttered at my side. His sister launched herself into the pool and shrieked when she hit the cool water.
“They’re nuts,” my littlest adopted girl, Emma, whispered, wiggling her hand into my big paw.
“I’m with you, girl.”
Daphne surprised the hell out of me and launched herself into the pool next, smile spreading her cheeks when the rest of the girls followed her.
The boys shuffled at my side, restless as they seemed to consider how cool the temperature might really be in our new outdoor pool in the beginning of May.
“Ah, I’m in,” one of the boys said.
The remaining kids launched off the stone and into the crisp water. The group of them splashed and laughed, my wife at the center of all of that fun, just like she always was.
She brought so much love and life to my world. I was the luckiest guy on this earth to call her my wife.
“You’re not gonna let them show you up, are you?” My mom arched an eyebrow in question.
My eyes locked with Daphne’s across the pool, my love and need to feel her against mine, drown myself in her in every way, stronger than even a cool pool could deter.
“Fuck it,” I whispered, launching myself into the pool and swimming underwater directly for my wife. When I finallyreached her, I latched my arms around her waist, punishing her with deft strokes against the tiled wall and caging her against me.
“I want to slip inside that swimsuit and fuck you right here, right now,” I whispered before nipping at her ear.
