Page 37 of Single Mom's Christmas Wish

Practically unhinging her jaw, she loosens the back of her throat to let all of me in. The velvety heat sheaths my cock, sending shockwaves through my body as tension tightens all through my spine.

I shoot my load down her throat, coming hard, fucking her mouth until she swallows every damn drop. Reed finishes inside her with beastly thrusts, and I can see her shaking in the throes of a second, most unexpected orgasm. I listen to her muffled screams as she unravels and drinks me in while Reed loses himself inside of her.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” I say, caressing her cheek.

She pulls back, gasping for air, and I help her up and kiss her, tasting myself on her lips.

“Thank you,” Dakota whispers, soft as jelly in our arms.

“Don’t thank us yet, baby. We’re just getting started,” Reed says.

The night is young. And I intend to keep my word. I may not be able to wipe Keith off the face of the earth, though I would welcome the opportunity if it fell into my lap. But I am able to give Dakota all the physical and emotional comfort she needs to get over his return and to forget that he ever existed.

12

Dakota

This is the Monday from hell.

It has to be.

Maddox, Archer, and Reed have been so proficient in their lovemaking that every night I get to spend in their company leaves me with a vibrant energy that would normally get me through an entire week.

But as I stare at the foreclosure notice, I fear nothing, and no one can help me overcome the river of shit that I’m about to wade into.

“Wow, you look like hell,” Chelsea proclaims as she comes into the kitchen with Maisie in tow.

“Thank you,” I mumble and look up.

My daughter looks so pretty in a pale pink dress, a big white lacy bow tied at the front just under her chest. Chelsea combed her hair into two adorable pigtails, adding a couple of butterfly clips for a dash of extra cuteness. Yet, I can’t enjoy the moment as much as I wish I could. Not with a foreclosure notice staringback at me from the kitchen counter.

Chelsea frowns, her eyes searching my face.

“Mommy looks pretty,” Maisie says, her lips curling into an adoring smile.

I reach out and take her, wrapping her in the sweetest and tightest hug I can muster, breathing her in as I thank the stars for bringing her to me. Maisie may not have had the best of luck in terms of parents, at least where her father is concerned, but I’ll be damned if I’ll ever let her feel like she came up short on the mother side, too.

“I am nowhere near as pretty as you, my love,” I tell her. “Chelsea sure picked out the perfect outfit for your picture day. Are you excited?”

“Does my hair look okay?” she asks, chubby little fingers twirling through one of her blonde pigtails, curls bouncing with each move.

“It looks perfect,” I reply, laughing lightly.

I blink back tears as I look at her. She can tell I’m in a bad mood. For her young age, my Maisie can read me better than most people. She plants a kiss on my cheek. “It’s going to be okay, Mommy. You look perfect for picture day, too.”

“All right, let’s get you some breakfast before we head out,” Chelsea takes over.

She helps Maisie with a bowl of milk and cereal, leaving her at the breakfast table before coming back to talk to me. I’m doing everything in my power to hold it together, but that damn piece of paper has lodged itself in my mind.

I catch a glimpse of Maisie working her way through her meal as she watches one of her favorite cartoons on Chelsea’s smartphone.

“We’re out of earshot,” my best friend assures me as she pours herself a cup of freshly brewed coffee. “Talk to me, what’s going on?”

“Look there,” I mumble, nodding at the notice.

I watch her as she reads through the first page, her expression changing from concern to devastation. After a few minutes, she exhales sharply, then sets the paper down and gives me a wide smile. “You’re not going to think about this today. Today is picture day at school for the little miss, and you’re going to smile, so she smiles,” Chelsea says. “If you’re gloomy, she’ll carry that all day with her.”

“You’re right.” I sigh.

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