by Rye Hart
He helped me out of them before he pressed my legs open, his tongue diving between my folds.
I shook at the strokes of his body. The way his fingertips pulled me open and exposed me to him. He pressed deep into my body and made my legs shiver, causing arousal to pour from my pussy. Long, thick strokes nearly buckled my legs as his hands wrapped around my thighs. He pulled me into him, forcing me to tangle my hands in his hair to keep myself upright.
But I kept going over and he tossed me over his shoulder, arousal dripping down the insides of my thighs.
My hands raked down his head and neck before curling into the chiseled muscles of his back. He tossed me onto the couch, his cock dancing in the air for me. I reached up for his hips and pulled him to my lips, forcing him to brace himself on the back of the couch as I swallowed him down.
I could taste the precum leaking from his tip as I hollowed out my cheeks.
“Brooke,” he grunted. “Holy shit.”
I hummed around his cock as it throbbed against my teeth.
“Fuck,” he said. “Oh hell, you’re so good at that.”
I grinned at his sounds. I loved his moans and grunts. I had missed his sounds for years, and now I’d be able to listen to them for years to come.
Because that was how long I wanted him.
For years and years and years to come.
He pulled his cock from between my lips and pulled me up from the couch. His hand wrapped into the tresses of my hair before he turned me around. My knees hit the couch and I braced myself as his leg knocked mine farther apart.
I could feel his cock sliding between my dripping pussy folds before he slid in.
“Oh my gosh,” I said breathlessly. “Kevin.”
He pulled my head around and crashed his lips to mine before his hips slammed into me.
I jumped against the couch as he filled me to the brim. My tits were bouncing, raking against the softness of the cushions. His dark hair was tangled in my fingers as I reached back for him, and his burning blue eyes were focused on mine. My mouth opened as his cock stroked my pussy, teasing that beautiful pebbled place as my legs began to quiver.
“That’s it. I can feel it. Give it to me, Brooke. Let go.”
“Kevin. Yes. Please, don’t stop. A little—more—yes, yes, yes!”
His lips covered mine and swallowed my moans as my pussy milked his dick. My body shook against his as he held me close, wrapping his free arm around my stomach. I climaxed so hard I pushed his cock from my body and I could feel him chuckling into my lips.
Then he twisted me around so my back landed on the couch.
He fell between my legs, my hands stroking his pulsing arms. The veins in his arms bulged, and his blue eyes darkened with the storm rising in them. His cock slid effortlessly back into my pussy and I rose to meet his hips. I lifted myself to meet every thrust he dealt as we undulated against one another.
Like the ocean that had brought us together again.
Kevin kept his stare on me, unwavering as I looked back at him. His cock was throbbing against my walls and juices were pouring onto the couch below us. I curled my nails into him, raking them down his back as a growl reverberated from his throat.
“Come again for me, Brooke,” Kevin said.
“Oh yes,” I said breathlessly.
I raked my nails up his body, desperate for him as he shook. His thrusts turned to pounding, and soon the only sound we could hear was skin slapping skin. My toes curled and my jaw opened and closed with each pulse. I could feel that fire stoking larger in the pit of my gut. His lips fell to my neck and sucked in a patch of skin, his tongue raking across it and forcing me over the edge.
“Kevin! Yes!”
I dug my nails into his arms, clinging to him for dear life as he pounded into my body.
Without a chance to breathe, he picked me up in his arms. His back was propped up on the cushions of the couch as I straddled his lap. My hands threaded through his hair and my forehead fell to his. I could feel a sheen of sweat covering my body as my tits jumped against his chest. His hands guided my hips, swirling me around and forcing me up and down on his cock. He lifted me up and slammed me back down like I weighed nothing.
And one phrase kept falling from my lips with every stroke.
“I love you. I love you. I love you. Oh, fuck, Kevin. I love you so much.”
Our eyes connected again, and I could feel his rhythm faltering. His legs were pulling taut as my pussy swallowed him down. I pulled him deeper into me as my clit peeked out from beneath its fleshy hood, seeking friction again as Kevin ground his hips up into mine.
I drew in shaky gasps as a grin appeared on his cheeks. His hands rushed up my back as he sat forward. His trimmed curls raked along my clit and his cock throbbed against my walls as I bent back. My neck was exposed, and his face was in my tits and all I could register was the feeling of his tongue against my skin.
The feeling of his cock exploding inside of me.
The feeling of my pussy clamping down on him and never letting go.
He held me close to him, stabilized me as my orgasm crashed over my body. I shook, trembled, gasped for air, until my body was weak, and my skin was covered in sweat. He slowly pulled me back to him and I could feel his cum dribbling out of my body, soaking his skin and wetting my thighs as our foreheads collided.
Then, my heavy head fell to the crook of his neck.
“I never want you to leave, Brooke.”
His voice was low. Rumbling. Like the rolling thunder of a distant storm.
I pressed a kiss to his neck and felt him shiver.
“I never will,” I said breathlessly.
His arms cloaked my back as his cock stayed sheathed in my warmth. I burrowed myself into him as his hands stroked my skin. I peppered his shoulder with kisses, watching as goosebumps trailed along his skin.
Then I rose up and captured his lips one last time.
“I love you, Brooke.”
My eyes fluttered open as a smile crossed my cheeks.
“I love you too, Kevin.”
Then the two of us sank to the couch as he pulled a blanket over our bodies. Still connected at the hips and still shaking with our ecstasy, I curled into his strength, taking in the way my curves felt against the hardness of his body.
Then the two of us fell asleep with the promise of waking up to the other for as long as we both should live.
EPILOGUE
KEVIN
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
“I just want to take a quick moment and say that you look gorgeous tonight, Morgan.”
“Owen,” I said. “I’m sure she already knows.”
“And what’s wrong with telling her again?” he asked.
“Yeah, what’s wrong with him telling me again?” Morgan asked.
Brooke fell apart in a fit of giggles.
“But I also wanted to say that I’m glad we’re all here,” Owen said. “It took a few months to settle everyone’s differences, but I think things are working out for the best. Kevin. Brooke. I’m happy for you two. And it’s about time she moved in because she was practically here all the time anyway.”
“Like you are,” I said with a grin.
“And to Sarah and her new boyfriend, Steve. I’m so glad you guys are here. I know it’s been rough trying to get everything settled with the kids, but it seems like everyone is working together in the best interest of my godson and goddaughter,” Owen said.
“Still long-winded I see, Owen,” Sarah said with a smile.
“He’s just trying to make a nice speech,” Steve said, as he kissed the side of her head. “You’ll get your chance.”
“To blended families and big family dinners. May we always take the time to have them,” Owen said.
“Hear, hear!” everyone exclaimed.
“I’d also like to take a second to say something,” Sarah said.
“Then, can we eat?” Sydney asked.
“Of course we can,” she said with
a giggle. “Let Mommy say something really quickly.”
“Can I say something, too?” Daniel said.
“How about you go first?” Sarah asked.
“I’m happy Mommy’s here. And Miss Brooke. I like it like this.”
“I’m glad I’m here too, buddy,” Brooke said with a smile.
“I couldn't have said it better myself,” Sarah said, as she held up her glass.
“Hear, hear!” we all said.
“Now, who the hell’s cutting this turkey?” Owen asked.
“Owen, watch your mouth around the kids,” Sarah said.
I looked over at her and grinned as she nestled into the crook of Steven’s arm.
The last seven months had been a bumpy road, but things were finally leveling out. It turned out the source of most of Sarah’s anger was that her boyfriend didn’t like the fact that she wanted to be in the lives of her kids. And after a few sessions with her therapist and a little more toggling of her medication, she kicked him to the curb and found herself a good man, one who embraced how blended our family had become and enjoyed spending time with Daniel and Sydney. The kids seemed to like him well enough and with Sarah’s newfound attitude on being present in her children’s lives, I’d caved and slowly let her back in.
Which evolved to Sarah having the kids two weekends a month and every minor holiday.
It wasn’t perfect, but we were getting there. And as Owen carved the turkey and dished out food, everyone was all smiles. Brooke and Sarah were talking about school days and Owen was talking lowly to Morgan. Steve struck up a conversation about the small business he was starting up in town and I happily gave him some pointers on how to go about establishing connections in the L.A. community.
But there was still one hurdle to clear before I could declare Thanksgiving a success.
Owen eyed me carefully and I nodded in his direction. He got up from his chair and retrieved the kids from the other room. They smiled and bounded toward Brooke, climbing up onto her lap, and interrupting the conversation she had going with Sarah.
Then I drew in a deep breath as I stuck my hand into my pocket.
“Miss Brooke?” Sydney asked.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Could I call you Mommy Brooke?”
Brooke’s lips puckered, and I could tell Sarah was trying to bury her smile.
“I don’t know if your mother would appreciate that,” Brooke said.
She responded exactly how I thought she would.
“Is it okay, Mammy?” Daniel asked Sarah.
Brooke’s eyes panned over to Sarah and she offered Brooke a genuine smile. She had learned to like Brooke quite a bit and instead of being jealous of her connection to the kids, she was grateful for it.
“Okay by me,” Sarah said, leaving Brooke sitting there with a stunned look on her face.
Everyone at the table started laughing as I pulled the ring box out of my pocket. I opened it up just as Brooke turned her head back toward me, then her eyes fell to the huge diamond ring I had for her. Her jaw dropped, and I slid from my chair, getting down on one knee as Sarah took the kids from her arms.
“Kevin,” she said breathlessly.
“I have a question I’ve been wanting to ask you,” I said.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a nervous giggle.
“Brooke, I love you. I loved you when we first met, but I wasn't the man you needed then. And in some ways, I’m grateful for that. Because it led me down a path to the family I have now. It’s big and it’s blended and, well, boisterous, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. And it’s all because of you.”
“No, it’s not,” she said. “It’s because of you.”
“You were the one who saved Sydney. You were the one who lit up my world again. You were the one who mediated between Sarah and I on how to go about things with the kids, and you were the one who watched Steve like a hawk the first few times he was over here with them. You are the glue that keeps us all together, the oil that keeps this machine running without a hitch. I have all of this now because of you, and I can’t see it working without you. I can’t see my life working without you, Brooke.”
Tears rushed to her eyes as I plucked the ring from the box.
“We celebrated when we worked out a plan for Sarah and the kids. We celebrated when you finished your book. We celebrated when your book was picked up by the publishing company, and we celebrated when the editing was finalized. Now, I want to celebrate us. I want to celebrate the life we will have together. I love you, Brooke. And I want you to be my wife. Will you give me that honor? Will you marry me?”
Her body fell into mine and I caught her in my grasp. She was kissing me, covering my cheek and neck in kisses as her arms wrapped around my body. I stood with her in my arms and helped her onto her feet, feeling her body shaking with tears.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I’ll marry you, Kevin.”
Everyone whooped and hollered as I slid the ring onto her finger. I tilted her face up and brought her lips to mine, feeling her melt into me. For the rest of my life, I’d feel that. The way she trusted me innately and knew I was strong enough to carry her. I lifted her up off her feet and spun her around, and I could hear the kids cheering wildly for us.
“Can I be the flowers girl?” Sydney asked.
Brooke giggled as I set her back down.
“Daddy said I can throw flowers on the floor.”
“Oh, he did?” Brooke asked. “Well, you can do that if Daniel agrees to be the ring bearer.”
“Yes,” Daniel said.
“Looks like he’s pumped for it,” Owen said.
“And I’m glad you spoke up, best man, because you’ve got some responsibilities yourself,” I said.
“Like the bachelor party! Steve, you gonna be there?” Owen asked.
“Oh yes. I’m not missing this opportunity to take pictures,” Steve said.
“Morgan?” I asked.
“Girl, you don’t even need to say anything. Me and Sarah got you on the bachelorette party, too,” she said.
“Vegas anyone?” Sarah asked.
“Um, I’ve heard about how you do Vegas. I don’t need a female reboot of The Hangover,” I said.
“Fine, fine. We’ll only go for a week instead of two,” Sarah said with a smile.
Brooke’s head was thrown back in laughter as I wrapped my arm around her. I was looking down into the face of the rest of my life. The woman who I hoped would bear me more children. A woman I would support no matter where her writing career took her. A woman I wanted to take vacations with and lay in bed with, laugh with and make memories with. She was intelligent, and vibrant, and beautiful.
And perfect. And best of all, she was mine.
“Are you our Mommy now too?”
The room stopped as Sydney looked up at Brooke. She crouched down and took my daughter in her arms before Daniel ran toward her. She wrapped them up tightly in her arms and kissed the sides of their heads, and I could see she was fighting tears.
“Yes,” she said. “I’m your Mommy now too.”
“Yay, yay, yay! Two mommies!” Sydney said.
“More presents,” Daniel said.
Everyone laughed as Brooke and Sarah rolled their eyes.
“I love you, Mommy Brooke.”
“I love you, Daniel.”
“Me too, Mommy Brooke. I love you too,” Sydney said.
“And I love you. Both of you. All three of you.”
She reached up for my hand as I gazed into her beautiful, loving eyes.
This was our happily ever after.
The End
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A single dad’s life isn’t easy.
Running a billion-dollar empire…
While being the best father I can be is the hardest thing I’ve done.
My hot new nanny, Avery, is just what I need.
It isn’t right. It’s wrong. And filthy.
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CHAPTER ONE
SPENCER
It was exceedingly rare that anyone in their twenties impressed me. But, Avery Porter certainly was very impressive. It was more than just the way her white button-up blouse hugged her body tightly in all the right places, or the dark pencil skirt that kept riding up even though she kept trying to pull it down to her knees.
No, as much as I could stare at her all day, it was her spirit and that fire inside that shone from her confident gaze, that impressed me the most.
Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back in a twist, with soft tendrils falling loose and framing her delicate, heart-shaped face. She wore black-rimmed glasses that made her look a lot like a librarian – the kind of sexy librarian that fueled many men's fantasies – and seemed to highlight her big blue eyes even more. She wasn't wearing much, if any, makeup. Her skin was naturally fair and smooth. Her lashes were long and thick, and her lips juicy and plump – much like her breasts.
I adjusted in my seat, trying to hide the erection growing in my slacks. I mentally chided myself. It wasn't appropriate to think of her like that. She was essentially just a kid, fresh out of college, bursting with innocence and naivete. It would be so incredibly wrong to take advantage of that.
As I tried to focus my mind on the more appropriate matters at hand, I could already tell she was a smart young woman. Sharp. Quick. I liked that. She also had an impressive background, one I thought made her ideal for this role.
Avery had a degree in Education with a minor in , and, according to her, had experience being a nanny, both to make ends meet during her college years, and to her own siblings growing up. She also had a long list of references and encouraged me to call them all to verify her work.
