Page 26 of My Dad's Best Friend

I’ve found such a moment and I’m grateful for it. I ease myself back in the chair at an empty table, watching my friends and extended family make complete asses out of themselves on the outdoor dance floor. It’s been a long few months between growing and having a baby and planning a wedding, but Conner, baby Jack, and I finally got here, and I’m so happy we did.

I spy Mom on the far side of the tables, swaying to the music with Jack in her arms, making his little hand go up with the beat. My poor baby has no idea what’s going on, only that there’s a lot of noise. But I have to admit he’s adorable in his little suit, but I might be more than a little biased in saying my son is the handsomest single guy at the party. At least I won’t have to leave him with his grandparents and feel guilty for the next few days. Tonight, at least, he’ll be wiped out.

I feel a warm hand on my shoulder, and goosebumps flood over me.

“It’s some party,” Conner says, offering me his hand so I can stand.

“People are enjoying themselves,” I say, smiling as he twirls me to face him, my dress spinning out around me. It’s not a fancy dress, but something that resembles the one I wore the first night Conner stayed at my house when my parents went away. He insisted on it, and I can’t say no to him. Not when he’s given me everything I could possibly want.

“Are you?” He presses his hand to my lower back, moving me so that I’m against him as he starts to move our bodies from side to side, swaying lazily with the music.

“More than I thought I could,” I say.

“You know, just because you’re married and have a baby, doesn’t mean you can’t go back to school next fall,” he says.

“This again? Now?” I laugh. “We’ve been over this. I have everything I want.”

When I found out I was pregnant, I knew I couldn’t go back to school. It wasn’t a big deal. For the first time in my life I realized that I didn’t actually have to get a college degree if I didn’t want one. It was a huge relief, seeing as I still hadn’t decided what I wanted my degree to be. Not everyone needs to go on to have a career. Some people can be happy with a family, and that was what I felt was right for me. That was all I wanted. Conner and our family.

“You might want a career later, once all the kids are out of the nest,” he says.

“And then I’ll go to college right alongside them and embarrass the hell out of them,” I say, not batting an eye at his suggestion of having more than one child. It’s already been decided, we’re going for a litter. “I kind of love the idea, actually. I can keep them in check.”

“Jeez, talk about a helicopter mom,” he laughs.

Conner spins me around, watching my skirt float up as he does so.

“You’re not wearing underwear under your wedding dress,” he says, pulling me close to him.

“I’m not,” I say.

“You know, you’re supposed to wear white to represent your purity,” he says, his fingers playing with the hem of my dress. “We both know what a dirty girl you are.”

“And who’s fault is that?” I ask, feeling my knees weaken just a little at the thought of his hand moving under my skirt and between my legs.

“You asked for it,” he reminds me.

“Yes I did.”

“I’m going to enjoy hearing you ask for me to ruin you again.” Conner lowers his head so his lips are just next to my ear. “And I’m going to spend from now until that moment making you beg for my cock to be buried inside you.”

I bite my lip as I turn my head to him, feeling my breathing quicken.

“I’m going to pound you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight,” he says in my ear before his tongue slips out of his mouth and runs up its edge. “And then I’m going to lick you until you’re screaming my name and don’t know what day it is.”

“Mmm,” I hum, knowing just how amazing that tongue of his can be.

“You think we’re going to get any sleep while we’re on our honeymoon, because that’s not what it’s about,” he says. “My cock is already hard and ready.”

My breathing is already heavy just thinking about it. Something about him, even after a year together, I still hunger for him, always. I still get wet thinking about the things he does to me, about how deeply he dives into me, about how much he stretches and makes me beg for more from him.

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