Page 103 of Their Forever Daddy

Jesse opened for him beautifully, her bottom stretching around him more easily than usual, yet still clamping down around him as he pushed his cock into her. She whined between them, burying her face in Edie’s shoulder.

“It hurts,” she whined.

“I know, baby. But Daddy will make it feel better in a minute. You’re being such a good girl for us.”

“That’s right, little outlaw.” Flexing his hips, he drove forward a bit more, burying himself in her bottom as he leaned down to press a kiss to her shoulder. “And you feel so fucking good on Daddy’s cock. Do you like having both of us inside you?”

A shudder wracked her body. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. We’re going to fuck you now, and you’re going to take us, but if you need us to stop, what are your words?”

“Yellow to slow, Red to stop.” Tilting her head back, she smiled up at him. “I won’t need my words, Daddy. I trust you. Both of you.”

“I love you, little outlaw.”

“I love you, too, Daddy.” Her gaze shifted to the dark-haired beauty in front of them. “I love you, Edie.”

“I love you both. So fucking much,” Edie said with a groan as she moved her hips. When they’d originally talked about this plan for their babygirl, he’d had his doubts that it would be as enjoyable for Edie as it would for him and Jesse. But judging by her gasps and moans, the cock she wore was hitting just the right spot as she moved with him inside their babygirl.

There was nothing left to say after that. Soon the room filled with the sound of their bodies moving together, of their gasps and moans and whimpers as three became one.

And then of his girls’ cries of pleasure as they both crested the wave together, wrapped up in each other. He followed soon after, filling his babygirl’s bottom one final time as she spasmed around him.

Later, when they’d showered and cleaned themselves up, they lay in a heap on the too-small bed, both of his girls asleep on top of him, and he wondered how the hell he’d gotten so lucky.

Chapter 37

Edie

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She woke before her lovers, her animals, even before the sun. Slipping out of bed, she made her way to her room as silently as possible and pulled on some clean clothes before sneaking down the stairs.

Instead of going straight to the animals like she usually did, she walked down to the lake, toeing off her shoes so she could wade into the chilly water. Eyes closed, she let her head fall back, the breeze caressing her face with the gentle touch of a tender lover.

“I miss you, so fucking much,” she whispered into the wind. “I miss you, and a part of my heart will always be yours. You gave me so much, Ken, and I will always be grateful for the time we had together. But it’s time for me to move on.”

The wind picked up, tugging at the ends of her hair and pressing her clothes against her skin. But instead of the chill she should have gotten from it, all she felt was warmth. Comfort.

Love.

Tears slipped down her cheeks, silent memories of the life she’d shared here with the man who had loved her so quietly and perfectly he’d managed to put the pieces of her shattered heart back together without even trying. And who she’d loved so deeply it had threatened to break her all over again when she’d lost him.

She hadn’t broken, though. Not completely. Because the love they’d shared had made her stronger than she’d been, and so she’d managed to go on without him, even though there were days the pain seemed like more than she could bear.

That was what she’d be taking with her. That strength he’d instilled in her, and the love he’d given so freely she hadn’t even realized how much she’d needed it until he’d been gone.

After a long while, the wind slowed, and she knew she was alone again. Still, she stayed until the sun finally peeked over the horizon and the chill from the water wracked her body with shivers.

She waded back to shore and dried her feet before slipping back into her boots. Every step she took back toward the house felt like a step toward her future and by the time she reached the gravel driveway the weight she’d been carrying with her for the last ten years had all but disappeared.

Once the animals were taken care of, she made her way back up to the large farmhouse with its faded blue shutters and peeling paint. There was always something in a house like this, some project that needed her attention. It was part of what she loved about it so much. She’d come to realize she liked being needed.

Grant was in the kitchen when she stepped through the doorway, pouring himself a cup of coffee. A sleepy sort of smile curved his lips when he looked up and saw her, and her breath caught in her chest.

This beautiful specimen of a man was hers, forever. How had she gotten so lucky twice in one lifetime?

“You were up early,” he said, passing her the cup he’d just poured for himself. “I set an alarm so I could be up to help you with the animals, but you were already gone when I woke up.”

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