Page 135 of Stables

“Congratulations.” She waves before leaving.

Dixon’s lips crash over mine before the door even latches. When he pulls away, his thumb traces my mouth. “I don’t know about a chicken, but my rooster is begging for a conversation.” He winks, then helps me sit up.

“Daddy, down?” Paisley wiggles in his grasp until he places her feet on the floor.

She runs to the shiny surface of the door and begins to make funny faces at herself in the reflection.

“Char, what do you think about making that—” He nods towards Paisley. “—official?”

“I’m not sure what you mean?” Letting the gown drape onto the rails, I tug my shirt over my head, careful not to pull on the bandage still on my forehead.

“Matt’s gone. She needs a dad. She can be a McCullough.” He runs a washcloth under the tap, then motions for me to spread my legs. “Just like her momma.”

It’s warm as he gently cleans the goop from between them.

I hadn’t considered Dixon adopting her, because I never thought Matt would relent.

“I think she’d like that. I would too.” Leaning against him, I relax into his soothing caresses.

But then his bare finger replaces the cloth, pushing into my pussy, he pulls me closer. “I love every piece of you Char, and everything that comes with it.”

Fire surges through me at his touch making me gasp and cling to his arm.

With a lopsided grin, Dixon slides his hand out and picks up my panties from my pile of clothes, tucking them into his pocket. “Except these. You don’t need them.”

“Yes, daddy.” I may be adding the fuel, but he stoked the coals.

“Char,” he growls as he grips my throat, tilting up my chin. “I may have to learn how to spank with my left until my shoulder heals. Get dressed before I let Paisley run feral in the halls while I bend you over this bed.” His mouth bruises over mine before he smacks my ass.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I giggle, stepping into my jeans.

“Holy crap.” Sophia’s bright blue eyes look like they’re going to pop out of her head as she stares at the ultrasound pictures. She tucks a stray strand of her dark hair behind her ear before handing the strip of photos back.

“I’m so happy for you!” Lori wraps my neck in a tight hug. “Oh my god! We’re pregnant together! This is going to be so much fun!”

“It’s still early, twins are considered a high risk.” Dixon’s voice has a gruff tone, but his mustache twitches as he fights a smile.

“Shit, brother. You’re catching up in a hurry.” Mason chuckles, smacking Dixon’s good arm. He squats with Jack against his chest so he’s on Paisley’s level. “Are you sure you want this guy as your daddy?”

Paisley nods with her finger in her mouth, clutching Dixon’s pant leg before he pulls her up onto his lap.

“If she knew any better, she’d run from this family,” Sawyer calls from the kitchen while he opens the oven door.

The smell of pizza rolls fills the house when he pulls out a large tray of them.

I feel awful watching Lori clamp her hands over her mouth and take off at a run towards the bathroom.

Sawyer doesn’t know it, but this is exactly the kind of family I’ve always wished for.

“Mason, I need the guys to take care of the other horse barn while we’re gone.” Dixon hands Paisley one of Lori’s crackers from the package. “We’ll be back in three days. Keep an eye on that new foal.”

“I’ll check on him too.” Sophia offers from the end of the couch. “Whiskey looks healthy, just like Misty.”

“I was so happy to see that. I was worried after everything she’s been through that she would have lost some weight.” I think I cried for three hours out in the stall with her after Blue and Wade dropped her off the other night.

Dixon’s palm finds the back of my thigh, comforting me with his touch.

I can’t believe that in two days I’ll be his.

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