Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
While she’s still coming, I flip us over so she’s on her back, haul her legs over my shoulders, and power into her, hard and fast, watching her face. I never get tired of being inside her, seeing how she responds to me.
“Frank,” she wails. “Oh, Frank, yes, fuck!”
I speed up even more, and her nails score my back as I hammer her, driving us both toward completion. She’s close, and I’m not letting go until she comes again.
Moving a hand between us, I tug at her nipple, pinch it, tweak it, and she convulses around me, her head going back, her cries bouncing off the walls.
A few more jackhammer thrusts and my balls tighten, electricity gathers at the base of my spine, and I pour myself out, shooting my cum deep inside her.
I settle on her for a few moments; she likes taking my weight right after we finish. Then I roll us over, and she sprawls on top of me, nuzzling into my neck as I stroke her hair, her back, her ass, running my fingers lightly over her skin.
We all got tested a while back, so no more condoms. Ember’s still on the pill; we’ve talked about kids, but not made any definite plans.
I’m looking forward to the day when there are no more barriers to me planting a baby in her. That need has increased a thousandfold since we got solid, but I can wait. A couple more years, maybe, while she settles into her new role at Beasts Ink.
“What are you thinking about?” Ember’s post-sex voice is husky, deeper, more relaxed, and always makes me want to start all over again.
“Getting you pregnant,” I answer straight out, and she lifts her head to look down at me. She reads my face with no problem, since I’m not hiding anything.
“You want that.”
I frame her face in my hands. “A lot, but it’s okay. I know right now is not the time.”
“Soon, though.” Her smile is soft.
I touch my lips to hers. “Love you, baby.”
“I love you, Frank.”
I sit us up and carry her off to the bathroom, with every intention of making her come again in the shower. I can never get enough of our woman.
GRIFFIN
I’m humming as I whip up some eggs for breakfast. Since Zeb started giving me tips, I’ve found that I actually enjoy cooking. Part of it is the creativity, and part of it is contributing to our household.
A big part of it is the pleasure of taking care of Ember.
Before, we were three guys who shared a house for the sake of convenience and economy. Now we’re a family, and our house is a home. And she’s the reason.
There are plants everywhere. Ember always says she’s not creative, but we disagree. Her genius with growing things is a gift, one that’s made this place so much better. We have plans to build her a greenhouse in the back yard.
She’s going to be a great mom when we reach that point, nurturing our children, helping them grow up strong and true.
I swallow back the lump in my throat and concentrate on what I’m doing. Zeb will give me so much stick if I burn breakfast.
These last months, as we’ve all grown together, I’ve come to grips with my fears about relationships. That I couldn’t be enough, that I would always end up hurting the people I cared about.
Ember has shown me that doesn’t have to be true, and she’s worth putting in the work to be all the man I can be for her. And Frank and Zeb, my brother-friends, are worth it too.
The toast pops up just as I finish the eggs. My cooking skills are still pretty basic, but with practice, I’ll keep getting better. Same goes for my relationship skills.
“Breakfast is ready,” I call, and before long everyone is at the table. Once we’ve all got a glass of orange juice, I lift mine. “Happy New Year’s Eve Day. Here’s to making next year even better.”
We all clink glasses and drink. “What are we doing tonight?” Zeb wants to know.
Frank finishes chewing a bite of toast, swallows, and says, “There are some good vantage points for watching the fireworks.”
“I’d like that,” Ember says. “Maybe some champagne for toasting at midnight. But a quiet night at home sounds good.”
I smile to myself. We all know what that means; we’ll be ringing in the new year in style, in bed, showing Ember yet again how much she means to us.
It’s the best job in the world.
EMBER
I come awake slowly, the early-morning light filtering through into our bedroom. I’m cozy and warm, my men all around me. Last night, they loved me so tenderly that I cried.
How did I ever get so lucky?
These men are so far from the type I thought I wanted, but they are absolutely the men I needed, and I’ll never stop being thankful for them. Fortunately, I have the rest of my life to show how much I appreciate them.