Page 24 of Can't Walk Away

“Oh, okay. You don’t want breakfast?” she questions.

“Not the kind of breakfast you’re thinking about,” I wink at her as I take her hand and guide her to our room.

“Oh,” she says and then smiles.

As soon as we’re in the bedroom I shuck my shorts off and am standing completely naked. Cheyenne is stuck in a trance staring at me, “Take my shirt off, Honey.”

She does and even with her just having our child and the new markings on her body from carrying Avery she still undoes me. I pick her up and toss her to the bed coming down between her legs.

“Jase,” she moans as my cock glides through the wet lips of her pussy. My piercing eliciting her body to move back and forth.

“Fuck yeah, Honey. I know what you want,” I rasp as I flip her over and she’s on all fours. Her ass is a work of art. As much as I want inside her tight ass, I know we won’t have the time for that today. I thrust inside her pussy and have to stop or I’ll come like some high schooler. She feels like heaven and silk wrapped around me.

“You need to move, please,” she grinds out and I obey her in this instance. I need to move myself. I lift her body so she’s just on her knees my hand moves down to her clit and I slap it at just the right time and she’s coming and my cum is inside of her where I want it now and forever.

“Oh god. Jase…Baby,” she stutters out as she comes down from her orgasm. She falls down ontp her stomach completely worn out and I slowly disengage from her. I fucking hate leaving her. This was just round one though. My goal is to keep her pregnant and ever since she gave me the green light from the doctor, we’ve been trying.

I clean Cheyenne up and cover her up with my shirt and find us something to eat before Avery wakes up.

Turning around in the doorway, I see her laying on her side looking towards me with a lazy smile and I say, “You’re my heart.”

“I love you, Jase Masters,” she replies.

“Love you, Cheyenne Masters,” and I head towards the kitchen.

Epilogue

Two

Cheyenne

5 years later

I’m trying to get ready for our monthly date night. Since we’ve had the girls though, it hasn’t been easy. My father always volunteers and even his new girlfriend Cheryl comes and helps on some months. We now have four girls, Avery, Elizabeth, Maribel, and Isabel.

When Jase found out we were pregnant with girl number four, he cried. I thought it was tears of disappointment, but it wasn’t. It was tears of joy. He loves his girls and he said one more will only bring him even more joy.

Jase and I talked many hours into the night before Isabel was born. I wanted to give him one last chance at a boy. He wouldn’t hear of it, he said, “It’s time for us to focus on our family and a family of six is perfect. I don’t need a son to make me feel complete as a father.” I cried when he spoke. I knew I loved Jase already, but hearing those words from him. It made me realize just how perfect we are for each other.

I sit back in the chair in the living room and survey the mess the girls have accumulated throughout the day. I’m not even upset. The girls and I had a tea party and then played with the building blocks. A fort then ensued, and they all collapsed shortly after where I read to them in their fort.

Creeping out of the fort was something that wasn’t easy to do. I somehow did it before Isabel started screaming for food.

I prop my feet up on the ottoman and close my eyes as I feel Isabel suck and pull for her milk from my breast.

Somewhere along the way I must have fallen asleep after she unlatched, and I brought her up to my shoulder and all of us girls took a nap.

This is where Jase finds us when he comes home from work, “I missed one hell of a party.”

“That you did,” I say groggily. My breasts are still exposed, and Jase is staring down at them and I can see the heat in his eyes.

“Not right now. It’s date night, so you know what that means,” I whisper out.

“Well, let me go lay down Isabel and you can join me in the shower, and I can have dessert before dinner,” his voice is laced with need.

My lids lower as soon as Isabel is in his hands and I sink back into the couch. Only wanting to take a few more minutes of a nap.

I had to finally quit working after Maribel was born. It was hard to choke down that I couldn’t handle having three children, be a wife, and work. It made me feel like half of a person, yet Jase is my rock. He talked me through it, and he had a great point. Once the girls were in school I could always pick it back up or work in the shop. This was just a new mile stone in our life and we’d take it day by day.

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