Page 29 of My Dad's Best Friend

“Fuck me harder,” I cry. “Oh god, I’m so close.”

“Come for me, baby,” he says. “Come for me while I fill you with my seed. I’m going to shove my seed so deep inside you, you’ll know you’re mine.”

“Conner, I’m coming.”

“Where are you coming?”

“I’m coming all over your dick. I’m yours Conner.”

His voice is loud, intense, rough, and the thing to make me completely lose touch with reality as I climax, feeling his body tense, as he slams my hips against him. I know he’s finishing inside me. I love when he comes in me.

Conner kisses the back of my neck as I regain focus, remembering that we’re in a public place, remembering that the entire wedding must have heard me screaming Conner’s name.

“I think it’s safe to say that everyone knows what we were up to,” I say as I turn my head to kiss him.

He pulls out of me and helps me stand, despite my shakiness in my heels. He straightens out my dress for me before putting himself away and doing his pants back up.

“At least there’s no question who you belong to,” he says, smirking. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up before we cut the cake.”

Extended Epilogue

Five years later

Conner

“Daddy,” Anne says, tugging at my pant leg as I flip the burgers. “You’re supposed to show us how to play.”

“Just a second, honey,” I say, moving on to the hot dogs. “Let me just turn these and then we’ll have Mommy take over, alright?”

“It’s fine,” Marie says, approaching me with her hand on her swollen belly. Kid number three is due in as couple of months, and she shines just as brightly as she did when she was carrying Jake. She puts her other hand on my back. “Go play t-ball with the kids.”

“I just need you to keep an eye on the meat,” I tell her.

“I’m sure I can turn it as well,” she laughs. “I have barbecued before, you know. Besides, if I’m here we’ll actually get those vegetables on the grill this time.”

“Barbecue’s about the meat, not rabbit food,” I growl, though I can’t keep the serious face when she shoves me.

“Go. Play with your children.”

“Careful,” I say. “Or you’re going to earn yourself a spanking.”

“Shhh,” she hisses through her giggles. “Don’t let the kids hear that.”

“What?” I say, passing her the tongs. “It lets them know that even grown-ups get punished.”

“Not the same thing.”

Marie stands on her tip toes and kisses me.

We’ve been together six years, and I still can’t get enough of her kisses. I knew I made the right decision to marry her. I knew that she was the one as soon as I laid eyes on her, and there hasn’t been one day since that I’ve doubted it.

“I knew you’d regret getting Anne that thing,” Marie says, putting her hand on her back and stretching.

“There’s nothing to regret here, baby,” I say. I turn to Anne who has the bat.

“I want a go,” Jack says.

“Now hold on,” I tell him. “It’s your sister’s birthday present, she gets to go first, okay?”

Jack crosses his arms but nods his head. Marie gives me that same look when she doesn’t get her own way, too.

“Hold the bat like this,” I tell Anne, showing her where to place her hands on the plastic bat. “Be careful when you swing it. You don’t want to hit anyone.”

“Maybe Jack,” she says.

I stifle a laugh. “No, you don’t want to hit anyone, even your brother. Okay, let me see your swing.”

I stand back and watch her swing the bat down like she’s chopping wood. Both Jack and I laugh, and I can hear Marie giggling behind us.

“Almost, honey,” I say. “But you need to swing from side to side, not up and down. Like the guys on tv when we watch the game together.”

She nods, letting her head fall forward so her auburn curls fall over her face. She takes a couple more swings, putting so much weight into it she falls over. I chuckle, and help her back to her feet.

“Alright, that’s good,” I say. “Let’s try and hit the ball now, shall we?”

“Yeah!”

“I’m pitcher!” Jack calls.

“Actually, this isn’t like when we play catch,” I say. “This is t-ball. That means, that it sits on the t, like this.”

I steady the ball on the stand that had been knocked over while the kids rough-housed with each other. Jack and I have play catch any night it’s warm out. His hands are still a little too small to handle a football, but I show him how to spiral a small foam one on other nights. I wanted to wait until Anne got a little bit older before we got a bat involved. Now, they’ll be able to play together. I’m still not sure how the two will work together, but I’m sure they’ll figure something out. Kids always do.

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