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“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.

THE END.

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