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“I’m here, baby.”

“Yes,” she hissed when I slid out and back in. Slow and deep. “Oh, God. Just like that.”

I maintained the pace, letting the sensations cascade over my entire being. Being here with her … I never thought I’d have this again. Just remembering that was enough to choke me up, but I shoved it down, not allowing it to intrude.

She was here. With us. This was real.

Those were the same things I’d told myself for the past two months, ever since she came home. Constant reminders that this wasn’t a dream. It was reality. And though I never thought I’d be completely whole ever again, I was. Because of my love for this woman.

Kylie began to rock against me, moving faster. I let her set the pace for a minute, maybe two, loving how her tight pussy caressed me so exquisitely.

“More,” Kylie whimpered. “Harder.”

Due to the position, that wasn’t an easy feat. Glancing around, I noticed the table that we used to fold clothes. It was exactly the right height.

Pulling out, I grabbed Kylie’s wrist and tugged her across the room. She giggled when I lifted her and set her butt on the top.

“Cold,” she hissed, then laughed. “Warm me up, Gage.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said as I hooked my arms under her knees and shifted her so I could push inside her again.

Kylie leaned back, propping herself on her hands as we both watched my cock tunneling through her slickness.

“Fuck,” I groaned. This was too good.

“Yes,” Kylie laughed. “Do that.”

“Do what?”

Her gaze met mine, her smile resplendent. “Fuck. Me.”

I laughed, then drove into her. “Like that?”

She moaned low in her throat. “Oh yeah. Just like that. Again.”

I thrust again.

And again.

Suddenly, I was in a relentless pursuit of her orgasm, desperate to make her come before I did. We ventured into dangerous territory as she whimpered and moaned, my cock slamming in deep, hard. My spine tingled, the warning bells sounding as I neared my inevitable release. I ignored it, or tried to, needing her to⁠—

“Gage … oh, God, yes!” She tipped her head back, the hard little points of her nipples tilting upward. “Fuck, yes, I’m comin’!”

Her pussy clamped down on me, the smooth walls milking me until my eyes crossed and my cock kicked hard. I pushed in one final time, my dick pulsing as my release consumed me.

Chapter Fifty-Three

Saturday, December 3, 2022

Kylie

Back before I died, we’d started having larger celebrations for birthdays on a monthly basis. And because we already got together for family dinner every Sunday, we had all agreed that Sundays worked the best due to all the busy schedules. So rather than attempt to make it to several birthday parties in a given month, now there was only one. Considering it was all the little ones had known, the kids didn’t mind sharing their birthday with someone else. Or multiple someones, as was the case with this enormous family.

And it worked for the most part. When it came to the adults, anyway.

Although we all participated in those monthly celebrations, we, as a family, celebrated in a smaller fashion as well. There were a lot of December birthdays. If you happened to look at the calendar hanging on Lorrie’s kitchen wall, you’d see plenty of names in all those little boxes. Kate would be turning eight on Monday, the fifth. Dustin, Zane and V’s youngest, would be three on the tenth. Braydon and Brendon would be celebrating their thirty-eighth on the seventeenth. Gerald, Curtis’s oldest brother, just celebrated his eighty-second birthday yesterday. Travis’s cousins Kyle, Whitney, Eric, and Wyatt also had December birthdays.

So, yeah. There was a lot of celebrating, but that was one of the benefits of having such a large family, I figured. And yes, Lorrie kept all those dates organized on her calendar to ensure that everyone’s day was celebrated in some small way.