Page 101 of The Soul Never Forgets

A naughty escapade.

She moves up and down, rolling her hips forward each time she lowers herself onto my cock. I thrust upward, meeting her halfway.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

She rides me for a while and then leans back, shifting the angle of my cock. “What about this? Does that feel good?”

“Hell, any and all of it is good.”

I grip her hips, helping her move up and down. “It’s too damn good. I’m going to come soon.”

“Come inside me.”

We both know what that means.

Caroline’s not on birth control. We haven’t been doing anything to prevent a pregnancy, but we’ve also not been trying to make it happen either.

Coming inside her means trying to make it happen. And it probably will. It does every time we make the effort.

“You want me to give you another baby?”

“Areyouready to give me another baby?”

Our boys were born two years apart. Our youngest is fourteen months old. Now would be the time to do it if we keep with tradition.

“I’m ready as long as it’s what you want.”

“It’s what I want.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me against her, our foreheads pressed together. “But one small request. Give me a little girl this time.”

“I’ll try, my love.”

I squeeze her cheeks and thrust upward, groaning. I silently cheer on all the X-chromosomes competing in the race.

Come on, girls. We need one of you to make it there first.

Cara moves off me and lies on her back across the backseat, propping her bent legs across my lap. “This position might help it take.”

We have three kids two years apart, and she got pregnant on the first try with each one of them. “I don’t think we’ll have a problem with it taking. We never have before.”

“I know. I’m just excited about having another one.”

“And if the next one is a boy?”

“I adore my boys. I’ll adore another one. But the next one will be a girl. I feel it in my soul.

Cara and her “feelings in her soul” are usually pretty accurate.

“A little girl with blond curls and sunflower-field eyes like her mama.”

“It would be nice to have one who looks like me since I’m the one who grows them in my body for months. It’s a little bit of betrayal for all of them to look just like you.”

“I guess I have strong genes. Sorry.”

“I’m not sorry. I have handsome little boys who will grow into handsome men. Nothing makes a mother prouder.”

I place my hand on Cara’s lower stomach and make circles around her belly button. It pokes out every time she’s pregnant. She hates the way it looks and keeps a Band-Aid on top of it so people can’t see it through her clothes. “A little girl may be in there giving it all she’s got right now to win the race.”

“Go… go… I’m rooting hard for you, baby girl,” she says.

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