Page 124 of Trip Through Your Wires

I meant what I said that day after the club. She could do or wear what she wanted and I didn’t give a shit. She was mine and I was confident in that. But in the bedroom, I loved claiming every inch, every hole, and marking her with my DNA.

Thanks to Jenica I know all those emotions I feel with her are not only okay, but necessary. Humans aren’t meant to hold in how we feel. We are meant to cry, laugh, hurt, and love, and the way I love…it is right. Jenica taught me that.

“There it is,” I moan when the walls of her pussy contract, seizing around my tongue. I moan, slurping her climax, the very essence of who she is, sweet, and salty, just like her.

I grab both of her thighs, holding them down as her hips move up and down in rhythm with my sucking, and when she drops her ass down on the bed, and exhales, I push up and grin. “I think my uterus just contracted.”

“Good. She needs to be healthy for my boys.”

She laughs and drapes an arm over her face. “You mean girls.”

“Boys, girls, I don’t care. I just want a gaggle.”

She looks down at me and laughs. “That’s geese.”

I laugh and kiss the inside of her thigh. I don’t think I will ever get over this sight—her in my bed, looking at me as if I am the only man in the world. She is the stuff of dreams. Screw baseball. In ten years—fifteen if I’m lucky and my knees hold out that long—my days on the field will be a thing of the past. But this girl right here, she will be by my side, and our family, the one I didn’t think I would ever have, laughing, running around us.

A lazy smile tugs at her lips and she runs a hand through my hair. “That was incredible.”

I run my thumb along my lower lip and then suck. “Yes, you are. Now my turn.”

Pushing up onto my haunches, I grip her thighs, pulling them apart. “Wet like a bitch in heat,” I grin, eyeing her glistening pussy. “Perfect for breeding.

“Shut up,” she puffs out. “You keep saying that it may come true.”

“Oh, it will,” I laugh with a carnal heat only she can tame. “I’m going to fill you with babies, Sparky. So many you won’t be able to get away from me in this life, or the next.”

She arches her back as I ease into her. “Is that a challenge?”

“No,” I crash my mouth down onto hers as the same rush hits me that did that very first time we had sex. “It’s a promise.”

I take it slow at first, worshiping my girl, and then faster, working up a sweat that covers both of us. As we fuck, she runs her hands up my back, down my chest, and through my hair, which I keep longer now because she likes it that way.

While holding both of her thighs, I rail into her, and she reaches out, touching my chest. “Say it,” she pants.

Letting go of her legs, I lay down, locking my eyes onto hers. “I love you, Sparky.”

She bites her lip and nods. “Me too, Jake.”

“What?” I grin while slowing my pace, climax building. “No Hot Shot?”

“You are always my Hot Shot.” She cups my face.

“Correction,” I kiss the inside of her wrist, “I am always yours, period, end stop.”

I grip her hip with one hand and brush her hair back with the other. “I am going to make all your dreams come true.”

“You already have by loving me as I am.”

“Sparky, I love you as you were, are, and will be.”

The girl she was, the woman she’s becoming, and the friend she is…I love all of her. Nothing matters more to me than her. Nothing.

Wrapping her in my arms, I lay down on my back and pull her onto my lap. “Fuck, I want you pregnant, and signing my last name on your checks.”

She rides me slow, taking me deep, and I watch in rapt fascination as she places her hands on my chest and pushes back. “Romantic.”

“Who said I was a romantic?” I laugh.

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