Page 94 of Accepted Precedent
Chapter 41
Andrew
EIGHT MONTHS LATER
“Fuck, you feel too good,” I groan, keeping Kristin’s legs splayed as I drive into her with long, slow thrusts.
She digs her nails into my shoulders and whispers, “I need more.”
I’m always up for the challenge. Pulling out, I flip her over. As I move lower on the bed, I outline the bruise I left on her ass last week; now nearly gone. “The teeth marks I left have faded.” Carefully twisting the plug in her ass, I set the vibration on the lowest level. She moans, muffling the sweet sound with the pillow. I tug it away. “I want to hear you, kitten.”
Lining my cock up at her wet entrance, I slowly press inside, pulling her hips back to meet mine. She feels too fucking good with the added vibration. It’ll be a miracle if I don’t come before she does.
Her cries are still muffled, so I steal the other pillow, tossing it aside. Hearing her gasps and whimpers, mixed with the wet slaps of our bodies colliding, always makes my cock impossibly hard.
“Fuck, I’m close,” she groans, gripping the headboard for leverage. I drive into her harder, desperate to send her over the edge before the twins wake up. “Just like that, don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I chuckle. As I tilt her hips to get deeper, she lets out a feral moan, and in seconds, her tight, wet pussy strangles my cock with fluttering pulses. My balls tighten at the sensation, and I’m unable to hold on any longer—coming deep inside her.
I pull out, then kiss her shoulder as I press my cum back inside her. “I want you to feel me all day.” Twisting the vibrating plug to turn it off, I slip it out of her ass. “I’ll be right back.”
Kristin sighs a laugh, and I scramble off the bed to retrieve a wet washcloth. Once she’s cleaned up, I make sure her robe is handy and pull on a pair of boxer briefs. We’ll be lucky if we have ten more minutes before the kids are up. She’ll have to stay in D.C. tonight, and I hate that I won’t wake up with her tomorrow. I slide under the covers with her, enjoying the quiet while we can.
“Love you,” she murmurs, still recovering from the afterglow.
“I love you too.”
“No, you just love giving me orgasms.”
I bark a laugh, and kiss the top of her head. “That too.”
After only five minutes, like clockwork, the kids knock on the door, asking for waffles. “I’ve got it,” Kristin mumbles sleepily.
I pull her closer and sigh, “No, I’ll take care of it. Go hop in the shower. Breakfast will be ready when you’re done.”
Brandon knocks again and I shout, “Coming.”
“You will be later,” Kristin teases, sliding out of bed and putting on her robe.
I quickly throw on a pair of sweatpants and answer the door. “Hey kiddo, where’s your sister?”
“Gracie sleeping.” He rubs his eyes. “When Uncle Mickey birthday?”
My stomach drops every time the kids call Mick that. One day, we’ll have to tell them the truth, but until Jaclyn secures the presidency, we can’t risk it. The last thing she needs is whispers of an infidelity scandal in her social circle, even if it couldn’t be further from the truth.
I drop to one knee. “We’ll have breakfast, then drive to your mom’s house for the party. So, I have a very important question for you: do you want chocolate chip or regular waffles?”
He scrunches his nose. “I want banana.”
“You’ve got it, bud.” I ruffle his hair. “Why don’t you wake your sister and I’ll start breakfast?”
He skips off to their room, and I rush to the kitchen. Pulling out the dinosaur-shaped waffle iron, I can’t wipe the smile off my face. While the twins aren’t mine, I love them as if they were. I never wanted kids, but the more time that passes, the more comfortable I am with being a father. None of us is sacrificing for parenthood. I’ve never had to give up anything to be their dad, and Evie gets to live her dreams running a successful lobbying firm. Mick’s also establishing a few non-profits in his free time—one for childhood cancer, another for women’s clinics. No matter how hard Jaclyn, Ileah, and I have fought for it, there isn’t enough funding, and I’m glad Mickey is able to help. After all this time, everyone is… happy.
Once breakfast is ready, I call out for the kids and Kristin. As I plate waffles and fruit for the twins, Kristin wraps her arms around me from behind. I cover her hands with one of mine and savor the brief, quiet moment with her.
We get the kids fed and changed for Mick’s party, then I take a quick shower and get ready. I’m trying to decide which button-down to wear but instead settle on a navy polo. It’s almost identical to the one I wore on my first date with Mick nearly fifteen years ago. So much has happened since that night, yet it feels like it was just yesterday. He was always upfront about wanting to settle down and start a family, and I’m glad Evelyn’s able to fulfill that wish. I can’t think of a better person for him than my best friend.
After loading the car and buckling the kids in, we’re on the road for the one-hour drive. Thankfully, there’s no traffic, and the kids don’t need bathroom stops. Potty training has been hit or miss with Brandon, so we never know if he’ll make it all the way to Mickey’s. They fall asleep, and I slide my hand onto Kristin’s thigh. She covers it with hers, and I’ve felt this content.
