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Authors: Jessica Prince

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“That’s okay. I don’t want you to.”

Shoving one finger deep inside me, I let out a loud cry that he silenced with his mouth. “If I’m too rough, tell me. I swear I’ll stop, beauty. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I snaked my hand between our bodies and grabbed hold of his cock, pumping up and down until I forced a low grown from him.

“It’s fine. I’m fine, Brett. Please, just fuck me already,” I begged, close to losing my mind if I didn’t get him inside me soon.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a smile against my lips before nipping at my mouth. He stood from the bed and kicked the rest of his clothes off, then reached for me and whipped my jeans down my legs, underwear and all, tossing them over his shoulder recklessly as I pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra.

His weight was on me instantly as he shoved his cock into me. The moment our bodies connected, I cried out in relief.

“Yes! Oh, fuck, yes, baby,” I called as he thrust into me over and over again, like a mad man.

“Gotta be quiet, beauty,” he warned, but I was too far gone.

My hips met his, stroke for stroke, until I thought my body might explode.

“So fucking tight,” Brett grunted. “Fucking perfect, Kenzie. Christ, you’re perfect for me.”

His hips circled with each slide into my body, grinding against my clit in the most delectable way, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of sanity until I thought my body couldn’t take any more pleasure.

“Baby, you have to keep quiet,” Brett grunted as he fucked me, my moans and sighs growing louder and louder the closer I came to climax.

“I can’t. Oh, shit,
Brett
!”

His hand covered my mouth to keep me from screaming out as my release washed over me, my orgasm almost painful in its intensity. Lost in a haze of exquisite ecstasy, I bit down on his hand and raked my nails across his back so hard I was sure I’d drawn blood.


Fuuuuuck
! Oh,
shit
!” Brett buried his face in the pillow beside my head as he hollered out his own release, his hand still over my mouth as he emptied himself inside me, every twitch of his cock sending tremors through my sensitive walls.

Bliss.

That was what I experienced with Brett. Shear, unadulterated, body draining bliss.

“Shit,” he sighed, still out of breath. He lifted his head and pushed up on his forearms to look me at me. “Baby, I forgot a condom.”

I gazed into those worried eyes and couldn’t help it—maybe it was because my brain had been turned into post-orgasmic mush, or maybe it was because he just looked so adorable, all concerned, but a laugh bubbled up from my throat.

His brows dipped down further as he said, “Well, I’m glad you find this funny.”

“It’s okay, honey,” I giggled as I reached up to rub his cheek. “I have an implant in my arm. It’s all good.”

“I’m clean, baby, I swear. I just had a physical a month ago.”

“I trust you,” I told him with a sincere smile. “I trust you, and I’m clean, too.”

He let out a huffed, “Thank Christ,” and dropped his full weight back down on top of me, sending the air from my lungs in a loud wheeze.

“Can’t. Breathe,” I grunted as his body shook with laughter. “You weigh a ton!”

Lifting back up with a chuckle, Brett looked down at me with smiling eyes as he brushed a strand of hair off my forehead.

“Hey,” he spoke softly.

“Hi.”

“You still with me?”

“Not bailing,” I promised. “I’m right here.”

“Good, beauty. I like you right here.”

In that moment, wrapped in Brett’s warm embrace with him staring at me with so much adoration, I kind of liked being there myself.

It was perfect.

Everything about being with him in that moment was just so wonderful. I opened my mouth to say so when our little bubble of bliss was shattered with a, “Mommy? I’m thirsty,” being called from the kids’ bedroom.

Brett rolled off me, and I moved to get up when he grabbed my wrist. “You stay here. I got it.”

I watched with a perma-grin, admiring his ass as my man climbed from the bed and shrugged on a pair of sweats before heading to the bedroom door. That was when it hit me.

My man
.

Brett insisted I give all of myself to him, but at the very same time, he’d given me all of him in return. He truly was
my man
. I laid back and basked in that knowledge as I heard Brett talking from the hallway.

“Hey, little buddy. You want some water?”

“Yeah. Is Mommy sleeping?”

“She sure is, bud, but I’m always here to help you out.”

And I knew he spoke the truth.

“Will you make me into a burrito again?” Cameron asked, their voices growing quieter as the made their way into the kitchen.

“Any time, bud. All you gotta do is ask.”

The last thought I had before sleep claimed me was, God, that man. He made it impossible not to love him.

What the hell happened to the sweet, angelic little rugrats that I’d come to know and love over the past few months? Gone were the toddlers who looked up at me with loving smiles and bright hazel eyes. In their place were demented soldiers of Satan, hell bent on annihilating all of humanity.

And no, I didn’t feel I was being dramatic in the slightest!

“I don’t wanna go to daycare!” Callie shouted, flinging herself onto the floor in a tantrum that would have given that little bitch from Willy Wonka a run for her money.

“Ladybug,” I coaxed. “You have to go to daycare. Mommy and I will be at work all day. There isn’t anyone here to stay with you.” I didn’t know why I tried reasoning with her. I was ill equipped to say the least. I needed a goddamned hostage negotiator.

“I’ll stay by myself,” she pouted from the floor, arms crossed over her tiny chest as she stared up at the ceiling.

“What if I stop and buy donuts on the way to school, huh? If you get dressed, I promise to get you and bub a donut.”

“For the love of God,” Kenzie grumbled as she rushed into the kitchen, pouring a bowl of cereal with one hand and trying to button the last few buttons on her blouse with the other.

“Cameron Michael!” she shouted. “If you don’t get your little behind out of that bed this minute, I’m cancelling the Fall Festival! You have to the count of three. One! Two!”

Before she got to three, Cameron came running down the hall and skidded to a halt in the kitchen. His hair stuck up in every direction, eyes still heavy with sleep as he plopped his butt at the table and started in on the cereal Kenzie set in front of him.

She spun around and gave her daughter, still sprawled out on the floor, the stink eye. Hell, even I had to cringe at Kenzie’s glare.

“Callie Anne. Get your butt off that floor and finish your breakfast. You’re two seconds away from losing the Fall Festival
and
Halloween. Don’t test me, little girl.”

Bottom lip still poking out, Callie climbed from the floor, parked her rear end in the chair, and finished breakfast as I watched on in wonder at how Kenzie took seconds to get a handle on a situation I’d been drowning in for the past half hour.

“You can’t bargain, baby,” she said, planting a kiss on my parted lips as I stood in awe of her. “They’ll eat you alive if they sense the slightest weakness.”

Kenzie puttered around the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee and adding half a bottle of creamer to it as I kept my eyes firmly planted on the twins, just waiting for one of their heads to start spinning around on their shoulders. The house had gone from chaotic to serene in sixty seconds. I didn’t trust it.

“Gotta tell you, beauty,” I whispered to her. “I’m a little scared right now.”

Kenzie reached up and patted my cheek sympathetically. “Never let them smell your fear, honey. They’ll tear you apart.”

She turned casually to the kids and started barking out orders like a drill sergeant. “Clothes, shoes, teeth and hair brushed. You have ten minutes. Go, go, go!”

“What just happened?” I asked as Cameron and Callie scampered from the kitchen to get dressed. “You’ve been living here for two weeks and they’ve never acted like this.”

“Welcome to parenthood,” Kenzie replied casually as she took a sip of her coffee. “I tried warning you that it wasn’t always sunshine and roses. You sure you want to deal with this? These mornings will be pretty frequent now they’re comfortable with you.”

Reaching over, I snagged her coffee cup and sat it on the counter before wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling her body firmly against mine.

“Hell yeah, I still want to deal with this. I’m in it for the long haul; I’ve told you that. I just need an instruction manual or something to deal with mornings like this.”

Standing on her tiptoes, she gave me a little peck and smiled against my lips. “You’re kind of amazing. You know that?”

“I’ve been told a time or a thousand,” I answered with a sarcastic grin.

Kenzie let out a laugh, “And so humble.”

“What can I say, I’m a catch.”

“Ready!” Cameron hollered as he and Callie came darting back into the kitchen.

“All right, rugrats, let’s hit the road.”

Shoving my wallet and phone into my pants pockets, I stole one more kiss from Kenzie before heading out. Right before we got to the door, Callie asked—very loudly, “Brett, can we still gets donuts? You promised.”

I looked over my shoulder at Kenzie just in time to see her throw me a wink. “I’ll see about ordering that manual off Amazon.”

My girl. Always looking out for me.

“Afternoon, Lori. Looking beautiful as ever,” I told the daycare worker as I walked up to the front desk. The older woman had been in Cloverleaf since before I was born. Her daycare was the one I’d gone to when I was a child myself.

“Well, if it’s not Brett Halstead. What can I do for you today, darlin’?”

“I’m here to pick up Callie and Cameron Webster. Their mom should have put me on the pickup list this morning.”

She typed away on the keyboard in front of her before stating, “Ah, yeah. Looks like she did. I’ll just need to see your license and you’ll be all set.”

After handing my license over, Lori made a photocopy of it and slid it back to me before directing me to the twins’ classroom.

“You know,” she called out as I started to walk away. “Those kids and their momma are something else.”

I shot her a smile over my shoulder. “Don’t I know it.”

“Any man who lands them is one lucky son of a gun, if you ask me.”

“Preachin’ to the choir here.” I gave her a wink, and then made my way down the hall to their room. The minute I pushed it open, I was overthrown by two mini tornados.

“BRETT! BRETT!” the twins shouted as they latched on to my legs.

“Hey there, rugrats. You ready to go home?”

As they ran to their cubbies for their jackets, a pretty teenage girl with a shy smile approached me. “Hi there, I’m Megan, the twins’ teacher.”

“I’m Brett, nice to meet you,” I said, extending my hand for her to shake. The moment her palm touched mine her eyes cast down and her entire face flushed bright red as a girly giggle rose from her chest.

Great, a teenage girl with a crush. Yeah, I wasn’t touching that with a ten-foot pole. Time to go.

“Hey guys, you ready?”

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