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When I arrived in Montana, I was lonely, angry at the world, and had no real future. Nearly six years later, I own fifty percent of one of the most lucrative custom furniture businesses in the state, and I have a gorgeous wife and a daughter who wants to be exactly like her mom—knife-wielding and all.
King still carries a blade with her wherever we go. Though, the Du Hoc has been retired to the safe in our house. Separating her from her safety blanket during our flight to California was a challenge. Haddie picked up her mom's passion for sharp objects, but when it came to teaching her skills—as King phrased it—I put my foot down.
I stand in the water, watching King and Den swing Haddie between them toward the beach. Every time they pretend to drop her in the water, she shrieks in delight. She'll be dead tired later.
And to think that I almost didn't get to experience this.
"She's out cold."King straddles my lap. I'm sitting on our king-size bed in one of Rhys and Lilly's spare bedrooms, running numbers for a new project. She takes my laptop, moves it out of the way, and scoots closer until she rubs up against my cock. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she pushes me farther into the pillows and leans close. Our lips almost touch, but instead of making contact, she trails the tip of her tongue along my jaw to my ear.
She swivels her hips to create more friction. A tingling sensation shoots through my spine, followed by a flush of heat to my lower half. I'm already painfully hard. "I want you inside of me," she moans as she repeats the motion.
Jesus fuck.
I wrap my arms around her and, with one swift move, flip us over. Hovering above her, I touch my nose to hers. "Is that so, Princess?"
Her eyes gleam with desire. She interlaces her hands behind my neck and pulls me close enough to capture my mouth with hers. She nips on my lower lip, followed by soothing the sting with her tongue. I groan as the metallic taste registers in my brain. She learned a long time ago how much this turns me on.
It's my turn. Sitting on my haunches, I hook my fingers in her sleep shorts and slide them down her legs. "Tsk tsk, Princess. Commando again? That was mighty presumptuous of you." I attempt to keep a serious expression, but my mouth waters as I stare at her bare pussy.
She feigns innocence, tipping her index finger to her lips. "I was hoping you would make good on your promise from the shower."
The shower.I close my eyes and inhale slowly in an attempt to calm my jutting pulse. This morning, King slipped into the shower with me after Lilly took the kids downstairs for breakfast. With my eyes closed and soap all over my head, I was not prepared for what my wife had planned. One hand around my dick, the other stroking my balls, and before I could wash the suds off, her lips closed around me. Her tongue swiveled my tip as she moved up and down my length. I let my head fall back, the water spraying directly in my face. I wouldn't have cared if a marching band would've paraded through our bathroom at that point. I fisted my fingers in the wet strands of her hair, motioning for her to take me deeper.
Jesus, so good.
Picking up her pace, it didn't take long for me to come. She knew exactly how to push me over the edge.
Peering down at her exposed lower half now, I pretend to think about it. She places one foot against my chest and pushes playfully. "Sheats," she growls.
"MOAB Girl," I shoot back before I dive between her legs, and her moans fill the room.
Later that night, her spent body is tucked under my arm, and I draw circles with my fingers on her shoulder. "I don't want to miss a second of it this time." I can't see her face and keep my voice low in case she fell asleep.
She tilts her head up, and our eyes meet. "Not a second?"
"Not one," I confirm.
"You're going to hold my hair back when I puke my guts out?" she challenges.
I grin. "Bring it on, Princess."
We found out last week that King is pregnant. We weren't trying, but we also weren't preventing it. We're going to keep it to ourselves for a little longer since it is still early. This week is to celebrate someone else—two someones, if you counthisreturn.
"How was the beach?"Hudson asks me from across the aisle on the private jet. He and Elle made it today; his sister and the rest of their gang would come tomorrow. I haven't seen him—or the others—in almost two years and am looking forward to catching up with everyone at the party.
"Oh, you know. The girls played in the ocean until they passed out from exhaustion, and then I had to take care of myself—even cook my own dinner," I counter with a grin.
Smack.
"Ouch! Woman!" I rub my bicep where King sucker punched me, throwing her an accusing glare.
"Who took care of you last night?" She tilts her head, daring me to give the right answer.
Hudson cackles in his seat, and I hear Elle chastise, "You guys never learn. Don't antagonize the women who feed you."
That makes King blush, and it's my turn to laugh out loud. I lean close to her ear. "You fed me, alright."
"What did Mommy make you for dinner, Daddy?" an innocent voice comes from somewhere between us, and we both wince at the same time.
