Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
He leans over to kiss me, our son cooing between us, before leading us out of the church and to lunch. What starts as a simple celebration escalates into an afternoon full of laughter, joy, and love.
Hunter fits right in with my brothers, and their wives are all so sweet. I find myself leaning on my father's shoulder while I watch Hunter and Hayden swap stories from their respective jobs. Hudson is arm-wrestling with Heather, and Hendrix is outside with my nephew, Hawk, trying to let the fresh air tucker him out. His wife, Havana, is wrangling the other toddlers with my sisters.
"This is perfect, Dad," I tell him.
"It is." He nods. "Your mother and I are very proud of you all. Now, go get your husband before Hayden challenges him to some feat of strength. They're like bulls locking horns."
My family is amazing, and my husband is one of the best men I've ever known. I make my way over, running my hand across the back of his shoulders before leaning down to whisper in his ear, "Daddy, we should christen this restaurant."
Hunter's eyes shift to look at me before he turns his face slightly toward mine where I dot his lips with a chaste kiss.
"For heaven's sake, Harper," Hayden swears. It gets him a scolding glare from our mother, but it doesn't stop him from speaking his mind. "Harper, no one wants to hear you defile the priest in here."
Hunter laughs, gets up from his seat, and takes me by the hand to lead me away from the table. Hayden's disgust is audible.
"Where do you want to go, Daddy?" I ask him, lust building between my legs.
"I'm going to go pay the check before the guys start arguing about it, and then I'm going to take you into a bathroom to show you just how much Daddy wants to be defiled."
EXTENDED EPILOGUE
HUNTER
Ten Years Later
“Heaven, Hartford, and Hampton, if you three aren't dressed and standing in front of me in the next ten minutes, you're gonna spend the next three Saturdays helping Uncle River clean the outhouses on the ranch.” My words echo through the house as our three children come bounding down the stairs and slide to a stop in front of me.
"Dad." Hampton's eyes are wide as he's ready to plead with me. "I'm almost done beating level 18 on the game. Please can I have an extra ten minutes?"
"No. Don't you dare make a face about it either young man or that game will go right in that box of donations…" I raise my voice for the next part. "...that should have been at the church 20 minutes ago. Where is my wife?"
Our daughter, 5-year-old Heaven, who’s strong in her stance to wear princess dresses wherever we go, points upstairs. "Mommy's looking at more dresses and stuff to put in boxes. She's doing that funny thing where she throws things and growls at the clothes."
The three break into giggles, which garner a stern look from me. "You get all your giggles out now and don't let Momma hear you talking about her angry time with clothes. Okay? You don't want her to feel bad, right?"
"No, sir," they all answer in unison.
"That's right. Hampton, you put Heaven in her car seat. Hartford, you grab those last few boxes and put them in the car. Hudgens crew, move out," I order and they get moving.
With the kids busy, I take the steps two at a time through our custom-built home that's closer to the mountain than it is to the Haven family ranch. It's home and there's nothing in this world that can take this feeling away from me.
I stare at my beloved wife who’s still tossing clothes around our bedroom. She's in a sundress that makes my dick hard just looking at her.
"What's the matter, baby girl?"
She looks up with uncertainty in her eyes. "Nothing fits, Daddy."
"That's not true. The dress you're wearing is beautiful and perfect for a family day at the church carnival. The kids are loading up the truck, and we're running late."
"This dress?" she says with indignation, holding it out by pinching its fabric.
With dramatic flare, Harper spins around and bends over where her pretty pink pussy stares at me, begging for a taste.
"Oh." I sigh, having to adjust my growing erection.
"Exactly, put that away and help me. I can't wear this dress or you won't be the only one to see this pussy on display."
"Such a dirty little mouth on Daddy's girl this morning. Harper, why don't you just wear the jeans you took out last night?"
"Because I'm the wife of a priest. I should be in something demure, feminine, and godly, but nothing fits. I've put on 20 pounds since having Heaven, and I can't get rid of it."
I let out a groan and walk over to her, taking her into my arms and nuzzling against her neck. "Harper Hudgens, mother of my children and amazing wife to me, give yourself grace. The expectation of others is none of your business. You are the epitome of a good wife and mother. I love every extra inch and pound."