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“Nope.” I shivered a little thinking about how good it would feel to have his hands all over my body since there was no way in heck he’d stop at just my stomach. “Okay, maybe get two bottles so you can do that too. After you try to use it to wipe off the tattoos Caty drew on Casey and Cory’s arms. In permanent maker. Because she wants to be a tattoo artist when she grows up, just like her daddy. Apparently she took it literally when you told her she could do anything she put her mind to, and that meant it was totally okay to use her brothers to practice her art.”

“Damn,” he chuckled. “Our girl sure is a handful.”

As though she could hear her daddy’s laughter, the baby I was carrying gave me a hard kick. Rubbing over the spot, I smiled. “Let’s hope the next one is a little easier to handle.”

“Nah, I’m sure she’ll be a spitfire just like her mama,” he teased.

“Because I’m the one they take after when they’re being naughty?” Thinking about how wild I could be when we were having sex, I decided that wasn’t the safest question to ask without this conversation leaving me hot and bothered. “Scratch that. Just get the baby oil, please. Love you.”

“Love you, too. I’ll be home soon, baby.” The sensual promise in his tone let me know that he was going to show me exactly how much he loved it when I was naughty. Bedtime couldn’t come soon enough.

Extra Epilogue


“I’m sixteen years old! I don’t need my little brothers looking out for me!” Caty snapped, throwing her hands in the air with exasperation as she marched into the media room in our house.

I snorted as I glanced over at the brothers in question, who were playing a video game. Both Casey and Cory had my build, already close to six feet tall at fifteen and fourteen. Caty took after her petite mother, which meant her brothers towered over her. “I don’t think ‘little brothers’ applies here, baby girl. They might be younger than you, but they are a fu–hell of a lot bigger.”

“So, that means we protect our little sister,” Cory said with a cocky smile that caused Caty’s scowl to deepen. Not that he noticed since his eyes were still on the television screen.

“Whatever,” she huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “Just stop scaring away boys who want to ask me out!”

I smothered a smile and the instinct to praise my sons for keeping hormonal, teenage punks away from my daughter.

“When you pick someone who isn't a loser, we’ll consider it,” Casey drawled in a distracted tone.

Caty was quiet for a minute, and the boys fell into a false sense of security, thinking they’d won. I knew better. Both of my daughters were smart as a whip and wielded that intelligence with precision.

“What kind of boy isn’t a loser?” piped up Cassie from where she’d been hanging in the recliner next to mine, with her nose stuck in a book. She tossed Caty a “look” and my eyes narrowed suspiciously.

The boys shrugged, and Caty glared. “Seriously, be specific. I wouldn’t want to keep choosing guys you don’t approve of.”

I wasn’t happy with her choosing dates at all, but Erin had somehow convinced me that Caty was old enough. Well, I knew how…before she brought it up, she’d had my cock in her hot little mouth and had given me a mind-blowing climax.

“I’d need to meet his parents,” I said, getting the list started.

“No older guys,” Casey muttered.

“No younger guys,” Cory added.

“No wimps. At least pick someone who will fight for you,” Casey muttered with disgust.

“How about someone who will treat you like your dad treats me?” Erin chimed in as she walked into the room. She immediately came to where I was lounging and plopped down onto my lap.

Caty smiled, and the calculating gleam in her eyes made me nervous. “So, he should touch me as much as possible and kiss me so often it makes everyone else gag?”

“No kissing!” I roared, jerking up straight so fast that my wife nearly tumbled to the ground. “No touching of any kind.”

“Patrick,” Erin sighed, her tone colored with amusement. She glanced at Caty and tilted her head to the side. “We’ll negotiate. Let’s put a pin in that for now.”

“I’m not budging,” I grumbled.

My wife swore she didn’t have a sneaky bone in her body, but she was pretty fucking stealthy when she slipped her hand between us and pressed on my half-hard dick, making it become fully erect. “We’ll see.”

Shit. “You’re playing with fire, Cherry,” I muttered. She just smiled and gave me another squeeze before letting go.

“What if he’s the same age as me, top of his class in school, rides a bike, but won’t let me on it until he has my dad’s permission, has parents as disgustingly in love as ours, and treats me like I’m the most precious gem in the world, while also demanding others do as well? How about if he’s also strong and protective, has plans to go to college and get a degree in business, even if he’s pursuing a career in sports? And perhaps he’s more than happy to wait, putting no pressure on me whatsoever to do…well, anything really. What if he’s also funny and fun to be around, someone you guys would love hanging out with?”

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