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“The look when you told me is branded on my soul. I’ll never forget that, Pix.”
“I’ll ask her.”
“Do that. Now, two more things before we start our day.”
“Okay.”
“Emberleigh and Brax set a date because she’s pregnant. It’s a secret. It’s early, but I wanted you to know before they announce it.”
Her face is carefully composed.
“They’ll probably tell everyone at my birthday shindig. I didn’t want you to be caught off guard.”
“And the other thing?”
“Well, while we’re making life plans, what do you think about this?” I launch into an idea I’ve been stewing on since we left the ranch and came here. “It’s not fully fleshed out, and I think it could have multiple iterations, but do you think it’s a good direction for us?”
“For us?”
“Baby, you’re working your way out of a job with me. Or at least trying to. And I don’t have a job. We’re really good at sex but we can’t make that our life’s work.” I look out into the distance and rub my overnight scruff. “I mean, we can try. I like the idea, but I think we need to actually have a calling and a purpose. And this is both. If you go back to the NFL, we’ll need to move. We can do that, but it sure would be nice to have family nearby when I’m Mister Momming all of your babies that are super smart and talented, and never make a mess and all that.”
“You would do that?”
“Help you chase your dream? Fuck yeah, baby. Call your shot. We’ll make it work.”
“I want my shot beside you with our forty-two kids and our calling and purpose.”
“Well then we have some busy days ahead of us.” I stand, pull her off my cock and walk to the edge of the pool.
“Don’t you dare, Layton.” She’s holding on so tight that I couldn’t pry her off with my previous strength, much less now.
I turn, letting my good side take the hit, and fall into the pool, hearing her screams and laughs until we’re all the way under. It’s a good thing we’re there, so neither of us takes the impact of Kyle’s soaring leap directly after mine.
FIFTY
BEST. BLOW. JOB. EVER.
LAYTON
Two mornings later, I wake to a sound that is so out of place, that if the noise hadn’t woken me, the result of the sound would have.
Livy is between my legs with a can of whipped cream making my dick her very own ice cream cone.
I want to fuck her mouth but am too enamored watching her amber eyes darken with dilated pupils as she makes a meal out of me.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.”
“Happy.” Root-to-tip lick.
“Birthday.” Sac-to-tip lick with a flick at the head.
“Layton.” Root-to-tip lick with and swirl around the head and a suck.
There is no oxygen in my body except what’s in my dick, and that fucker is as large and in charge as he’s ever been.
I prop up on my elbows and spread my knees. She wraps a hand around my cock and pulls my sac into her mouth, sucking and fondling. If the universe implodes, I don’t know. In fact, I can’t see or hear. I’m awash in sensation, every nerve ending is pointing a neon sign at the place all pleasure lies.
By the time she wraps her lips around the head of my cock and sucks, I’m gone. I don’t know if I even warn her. I don’t know where my cum ends up. I know that bliss overtakes me, pleasure pulses in my veins, and decadence rides the edge of my flesh like an electric current.
