by Aria Cole
Twins.
Boy, had my life turned a complete one-eighty with that news. I’d married Chrissy just four months after proposing, and we’d welcomed our sons less than a year after that. Cam and Collin were a blessing though. The sleepless nights and constant feedings were well worth the joy on Chrissy’s face every time one of them smiled. She’d let me name them after football players as long as I promised to let her name our future daughter after a famous ballet dancer. I’d agreed instantly. As soon as those boys entered the world, I’d realized Chrissy was born to be a mother. She was sweet and patient and nurturing. Our babies were just another gift we’d given each other.
“Momma and Daddy have a date tonight, so you boys better behave for Grandma.” She nuzzled Collin’s neck.
A smile split my lips. Grandma had gotten her grandbabies all right. Two-fold.
“You shoulda saved the messy stuff for Grandma, Cam, what were you thinking?” I teased the little boy.
Chrissy shook her head. “Your poor mom. I don’t know how she made it through with you.”
“Maybe you should ask her for advice. I’ve got a feeling we’re going to be in plenty of trouble in another ten years with these two.” I fastened the diaper and snapped the onesie between his squirming legs.
“I don’t even want to think about it.” She laughed then set Collin on the floor.
He picked up and gnawed on a rubber ducky.
“Well, with any luck, they’ll be little football players. What do you think, Cam—tight end?” I lifted my boy into the air and gave him a tickle. His righteous laugh was like music to my ears.
“Two football stars?” She wrapped an arm around my waist. “Looks like I’ll be spending even more time at the field.” She placed a kiss at the crook of my neck and sent a shiver of glee racing through me.
I couldn’t wait for Grandma to get here to take the little guys. They were cute, but I needed time with my woman. Raising six-month-olds didn’t leave a lot of couple time, though thankfully Grandma took them at every opportunity.
A knock sounded at the door, and I heard my mother’s thick accent calling through the house. “Where’re my boys? Come to Grandma!”
She turned the corner, and Collin’s face lit up in a cheeky grin.
Without even acknowledging Chrissy or me, Momma bent to the floor and cooed to her grandson. “Can you crawl to Grandma? Let me see.” She held her hands out, and my son’s eyebrows went up.
“It’s a little early for that, Momma,” I said, cradling Cam.
“Nonsense. You teach them early, they go far.” She grinned then stood, holding out her arms to reach for my other boy.
I passed him over, my heart full with an outpouring of love from seeing her so happy with my sons.
Chrissy, the boys, my family, they were my entire world.
“Now let’s skedaddle.” Momma bent and lifted my other son in her generous embrace, holding them securely on each hip. “We’ve got a lot to do at Grandma’s house, and maybe your momma and daddy can work on getting you some sisters, yeah?” She winked at me.
Chrissy burst into a fit of laughter.
“He’s going to have to get a few more diapers under his belt before I sign up for another one.”
“We’ll have to see about that.” I pulled her against my body, not caring that my mom was there to witness our embrace. I wanted our boys to grow up around love, to know what love looked like so they never doubted when it finally found them. Time was short and every day counted—that’s what Chrissy had taught me.
“See, just wait, boys. Nine months, you have a little sister. Listen to Grandma, she knows these things,” she whispered.
Some days it felt like us against them with all her conspiring to bring more babies into the family.
I loved every second of it.
***
Chrissy
Trent and I walked home later after a quiet dinner and a too-long movie. I’d been waiting all day for this moment when we could finally be alone. No chubby-cheeked babies to feed, no Grandma to encourage more baby-making, no waiters to interrupt.
Just him and me.
He held my hand tightly as we made our way up the porch steps, then he unlocked the door before turning to me. He rested his forehead against mine and stole all the breath from my lungs with his sweetness. “I want to kiss you right here.”
“You don’t have to ask me anymore. I committed to your kisses a very long time ago,” I teased then pressed my lips to his in a slow kiss.
His hands traced across my back and fell below my waist.
“I’ll always ask.” He nipped at my bottom lip. “Just like I’ll always ask if you’re wet for me.” He slid a hand down my pants and rubbed my cotton-covered pussy.
“I’m always wet for you.” I sighed against him.
“Mmm, always ready and waiting for my dick?” His voice lowered an octave as his fingers spun feverishly. “I love that. I love that you need me to make this pretty pussy sing.”
His words urged my lust on, so I pushed my hands through his hair and kissed him with every fiber of my soul.
“I need to be inside you,” he whispered. His lips brushed against my ear and sent a wild shiver of desire coursing through me.
“I’ve been waiting all day,” I moaned.
Trent hoisted me into his arms and pushed us through the door. We were all hands and lips, tangled together as he stopped in the kitchen, our feet unable to carry us a step farther. He spun me in his arms and pressed me against the fridge. His hips rocked against mine, his rock-hard dick pressing between my legs and driving me to decadent distraction.
“That’s a girl. Purr for me.” His hand pulled at the zipper of his jeans before he was fisting his long, rigid flesh and stroking.
My heart leapt as I dropped to my knees and peered up at him through hooded eyelashes.
“I’m always desperate for your dick.”
I licked at the tip, a drop of pre-cum swirling against my tongue. I wanted him, all of him, every time.
Trent’s hands fisted in my hair, holding my head gently as his hips rocked slowly. I groaned, sinking onto his impressive erection before hollowing my cheeks and sucking until I felt him hit the back of my throat. I did it again, his quiet pants and guttural groans the only reward I needed.
“Jesus, Chrissy. It gets better every time. You feel better, you taste better, you love me more.” He pulled me up off the floor. “I don’t like you on your knees.” He placed a gentle kiss on my lips before lifting me onto the counter. “I like seeing your lush body when I’m inside it.”
He pulled the dress over my head and discarded it on the floor before he moved aside the elastic of my panties and lined up his dick with my entrance.
He pushed the smooth flesh through my soaked lips and sent my mind into a whole new stratosphere of pleasure. I tilted my head back against the cupboards, his palms caressing and molding my flesh before I felt the slow stretch of his dick melding with my body.
“Trent,” I sighed, locking my ankles behind his back, desperate to feel him deeper.
“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s what I like to hear.” He fucked me slowly, in long, measured strokes that built my orgasm incrementally. “You and me every day until forever.”
Trent’s tongue searched out mine, and he took me in a powerful kiss. Better than sex, the emotion that crescendoed between us as we came together always overwhelmed me.
I was happy to show him how much I loved him every single day, in every way, just as he showed me. When I’d found him again, I’d found every beautiful part of life the world had to offer.
I’d found every beautiful part of myself I hadn’t known existed.
I’d found a lifetime of love and happiness with the beautiful boy next door.
Trent and Chrissy - Ten Years Later
“Thank you for seeing me after hours, Coach.” She purred, arms wrapping around my neck and fingering into my hair.
“I'm useless
at saying no to you.” I breathed, catching her earlobe between my lips, loving the shiver that rippled up her skin with my touch.
“You've spoiled me.” Her lips against mine, hips grinding against my raging hard-on.
“I love you all needy for me.”
Her palms slipped under my shirt, trailing up the ridges of my abs and causing my cock to jerk. “Christ, you drive me crazy, Chrissy.”
My gorgeous wife's lips turned up in a cocky smile before she pulled her shirt over her shoulders, wearing only a bra from the waist up. My eyes darted down to her cleavage and then the locked door of my office. “Don't tempt me.”
She dusted her fingertips across the line of my jaw, whispering her lips across mine as she purred. “If you want me, you'd better take me, Coach. This is the only moment alone we've had in a week.”
A growl burned up my chest. She was right, and I hated it. I didn't hate that she was right, I hated that our busy lives had kept us from one another. Touching Chrissy, connecting with her was a balm for my soul, I was already in withdrawal and now she was sitting here, tits out, on my lap in my office at school?
“Make me yours, Trent.”
I palmed her tits together, licking at the silky flesh and anxious as fuck to bury myself to the hilt inside her. “You're always mine, sweetheart. Need reminding?”
I didn't give her a chance to answer before I slipped a hand up her skirt, catching the elastic of her panties with my hand and tugging. A second later my finger was sliding through her soaked pussy, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through every vein of her body. Mine too. Watching Chrissy get off remained the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
I could die a happy man right now with my finger buried deep inside her, that happy love drunk look on her face. She was a fucking vision. “You're such a dirty mommy, letting me fuck you at school.”
Her breaths were too ragged for words, so instead she nipped at my bottom lip, dragging her teeth along the sensitive flesh with slow precision, sending lightning bolts straight to my balls. “I've been wanting to get you inside me all year, Coach McAvoy.”
“I can't handle that dirty mouth anymore, Chrissy.” I grit with thinly laced control tensing every muscle. I pushed the zipper down on my pants, freeing my cock and nestling it tightly between her thighs. She sighed on contact, her hips grinding against me on instinct.
“I need you inside me.” Her fingers pushed into my hair.
In one quick move I was pushing deep inside her hot body, her tight muscles fitting snugly around me, melding us as one, just like we were always meant to be.
She sighed, head rolling back and exposing the lean line of her neck to my lips. I attacked, using my teeth to drag across the nerves, then licking the bite of pain I’d left with my tongue. I gripped her ass cheeks, bringing her closer to me, determined to reach the bottom of her before pulling out and thrusting back in again. I needed her, all of her, every moment was like I was gasping for air. Starved for more.
I landed one swift smack on her ass, enjoying the way the soft flesh of her cheeks shook with the impact. I rubbed the flesh before landing another smack beside the first, careful not to hit the same place twice, aware of the way soft moans fell from her lips and her hips rocked harder, with more destruction each time I spanked her.
My girl was a little kinky. She liked it rough, we'd learned that early on.
Being loud and wild wasn't something we could do often with five kids running around the house, but with the help of babysitting grandma's and a little creative positioning, Chrissy and I found a way to enjoy each other.
We'd go god damn crazy if we didn't.
No way could I watch her walk around the house all day, sweet and sexy as hell, and not have my fill of her on a regular basis.
We hadn't fucked in my office at school yet, but I guess we were changing that now. Thank god it was late on a Sunday, school locked down and silent. I'd come by to pick up the playbook for next week's game, and while I'd thought Chrissy would stay in the car and wait, she'd opted to follow me in. Now I knew why.
My mom was at home with the kids, and soon as we were there we'd jump into the extensive bedtime routine, baths, bedtime stories, late night giggles, all well and cute, but also exhausting. By the time the littlest one was finally asleep, Chrissy was usually curled up in bed herself.
We had a big life. We had a lot of love. We didn't have a lot of time.
But the time Chrissy and I could steal together was priceless. This woman had given me her heart, and with it my life. I hadn't known what I as missing, and my only regret was that Chrissy and I hadn't started sooner, hadn't gotten together all those years ago in high school.
What can I say, I'm a greedy guy, and I'd beg borrow or steal for more time with my Chrissy.
'Oh my God, Trent...” she hummed, legs beginning that slow shake thing they did when she was on the verge of cumming.
“You're so beautiful.” I pushed hands into her hair, kissing her lips as I thrust harder and deeper into her. “Cum on me, sweetheart. Show me how good it feels. I want my dick dripping with your sweet juice.”
I slid my thumb between us, rubbing and swirling at the little nub of her clit. It didn't take much attention before her nails dug into my shoulders and she whimpered and hummed in sweet succession as she came in waves around my cock.
The soft pulsing of her own orgasm spurred mine on, causing violent waves of pleasure to burn through my muscles. Tensing and relaxing them all in one simultaneous blow. I came deep, pushing my seed inside her beautiful body. Chrissy and I had never used protection, never once even considered it. We'd always left our family up to fate, and we'd always happily welcome another to our growing brood.
As long as I had Chrissy, I had everything.
With agonizing slowness and a little regret that we only had time for a quickie tonight, I pulled out of her, tucking my dick back in my pants before helping her back into her shirt.
I covered her sweetly, straightening her hair when I was done so she looked just as perfect as when we'd walked in.
“Think we'll luck out and they'll all be asleep? Carb comas from grandma's spaghetti maybe?”
“I don't think so.” She laughed. “Margot needs cuddles before bed, no way she's asleep.”
Margot. Our youngest at ninemonths, and our first girl. Just as promised, I'd let Chrissy name her after a famous prima-ballerina, Margot Fonteyn. In return I'd gotten my mini-football team. Cam, Collin, Cruise, and Carson. My boys, they fought like hell, played ball even harder, and owned my heart completely. I didn't think there was room for another kid in my heart, and then Margot had come along. Just like her mother, wide, soul-searching eyes and a smile that lit up any room. My girl was different from what my boys had been, I'd known it since the first moment I’d held her.
She was just like her mama, an old soul, without a doubt.
“I love you, mama.” I pulled Chrissy close, wrapping her in my arms.
“I love you the mostest, Trent.” She pecked me on the nose, making me feel loved far beyond I ever thought possible.
Chrissy never failed to show me just how much she loved me, and her love was like a drug. I was addicted. No hope of recovery. I wasn't even interested.
Chrissy's love was soul shattering, so deep and true there was no coming back from it.
I was drowning and couldn't be happier about it.
THE END.
White - A Modern Retelling of Snow White
Eve White is about to be sold to the highest bidder.
Desperate to escape a life she didn’t choose, she’s sent away from her foster home one fateful night to be sold as another man’s property. Determined to survive by any means necessary, she makes it her goal to cash-in on her circumstances and run, because Eve’s only focus is her boys. The foster brothers she grew up protecting are her only concern—sheltering them and herself, the best that she can. But a half a million dollars for two years of her time paid by a sweet, silent,
dashing man is one wild card Eve didn’t see coming.
Asher Strong has spent his life with one solitary focus: her.
Haunted by a single night from his past, Asher has made it his life’s work to right the wrongs, but from the moment he lays eyes on the raven-haired beauty, everything changes. He becomes obsessed with protecting her, showering her in the love she never had as a child, and welcoming her into his home and his life forever. It isn’t long before the sexual tension between them ignites into a blaze that they are powerless to contain, until one more fateful night threatens to shatter it all.
*Warning: Asher is a virgin alpha-male with a giant heart who would do anything to protect his woman. If syrupy-sweet heroes and a delicious happily-ever-after make you swoon, White is the book for you!
Chapter 1
Eve
I shuddered, pulling the blanket around my shoulders, feeling my knees quake in the impossibly high heels that felt awkward and numbed my feet.
“I’m so sorry, Evie.” My foster brother and the oldest of the boys, Julian, wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed—a comforting gesture he’d been doing since I was six and him seven.
“It’s all right. I knew it was coming.” I wiped at a stubborn tear and pushed my hands down the minuscule piece of sequined fabric that tickled the tops of my thighs. I hated this getup. Hated that I was being forced to do this. Hated my life.
I grew up in a world few could fathom and none should ever have to. It was dark, cold, ruthless. It was sex, drugs, and violence in all its extremes. I was raised in a foster family with three boys, also misplaced, and without them, I couldn’t stand tall for today.
For tonight.
For the moment I would be sold to the highest bidder.
“You’ve got this, Eve.” Mason tugged at my hair and then popped a kiss on the apple of my cheek before he fell onto the couch and picked up a game controller, his eyes immediately focused on the screen. He was the youngest, and helplessly addicted to the escape he’d found in online gaming just like every other teenage boy, but when other boys were sleeping, Mason was working, head down and hood up, trying to sell his stash before the dawn. None of us had been blessed with a silver spoon; we all had our burdens.
