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I’m still obsessed with her, probably more now that she’s become my wife and given me a baby.
The wedding was low key but one of the best days of my life. I cried. My team gave me shit about it. I didn’t care.
I balled her in the coatroom at the venue, then in the limo after. Then a hundred times over the next week we spent in Alaska taking my brothers back to my dad after a month long visit.
I shook his hand, left it at that. Some bridges need to stay as is but seeing how much my brothers loved Nancy, that’s all I needed.
“Ride me like you mean it.” This is my favorite position because I can draw hard on her tits and drink my fill while my cock is in her tight little pussy. I’ve never been happier.
She’s grinding and bouncing as I do what I can to keep her tits down my throat and when she comes?
Fuck yea.
She finishes the song, screams for Daddy and floods my mouth and my dick.
It’s the best two-fer on the planet.
I come deep and hard inside her, feeling her body clench around me, milking my balls and something inside me says, this is it. I’ve taken root again. My little bride, my sister, my breeding machine is ripe and baby number two is on the way.
CHAPTER 19
Nancy
Epilogue 2 ~ Twenty years later…
I love my life. I love my husband. And I love spending time with the people who truly know me as a person, not the voice behind a string of successful albums.
James has given me everything, but most importantly he’s given me a family. And I will never stop being grateful for that.
I grin as I stand at the back door, watching him try to defend the makeshift goal from the efforts of our three youngest children. Hockey has been his life, but a couple of injuries the year before last had him re-evaluating what was important. I know that retirement was a tough decision, but once it was made? He was all in. No regrets.
He wanted to spend more time with the family, and he got just that. A family that’s still growing after a gap of five years since our last, Amelia, was born. We’ve discussed it, and this will be our last, but I think six children is a good number to end on.
I rub my rounded belly as Sheila glances my way.
“You look so happy,” she says with a smile.
And I smile right back. “Just thinking how lucky I am. Having all my special people in one place.”
Traci got back from college yesterday, hence the impromptu get together. She’s studying music, hoping to go into production or become a technician for film and TV. I couldn’t be prouder of the way she’s applied herself and the lengths she’s gone to to pursue her dreams.
Yesterday, I met her girlfriend for the first time, and the two of them make such a cute couple.
Dad is still Dad, and his happiness with Sheila continues to be a source of inspiration for us all. The way they support each other as they move through life’s little challenges.
We’re expecting Mason here any minute. I’m not going to say that I think prison did him good, but he did come out with a new perspective on life and a determination to follow what was truly important.
For one thing, he’s asexual. It was always something we thought about, and while that turned out not to be true for me, he’s taken the time to come to terms with it. All those girls who threw themselves at him might have clouded his judgment for a while, but there was a reason he was never able to honestly connect.
He always wanted to be a dad. That was the guiding principle behind it all. And while he’s an honorary uncle to all of mine and James’s children, there was something still missing. He confided to me that of all the women who threw themselves at him when he was rich, all he ever wanted was to find one he could settle down with. To have a family of his own.
He never loved any of them. Never felt anything for any of them.
Then, he told me he’d applied to adopt.
Well, that was five years ago, and he’s now a single parent to not one but two boys who desperately needed a home. He’s a good dad, he loves them, and that’s all children need. But he also provides a beautiful home thanks to the restaurant he opened with James’s backing. You’d honestly never guess that he learned his culinary skills in prison.
James shouts as the ball goes past his legs, into the back of the goal, and Amelia and Darren scream in triumph, high-fiving each other as they celebrate their team victory. Only a year apart in age, they’ve always acted more like twins than siblings.
