Page 39 of One Bride for Three Single Dads

“Welcome home,” she smiles as she leans against the table which is set with wine, cheese, bread, and other goodies.

I know I had something important I was supposed to tell her.

I have no idea what that could’ve been.

In moments, she prances across the distance between us and throws her arms around my neck, pulling herself up to my mouth.

She kisses me sweetly, giggling musically into my mouth, her naughty little tongue darting between my lips.

My hands automatically find that curve between her waist and hips. I have to pull her to me. I have to taste her.

I know there were words I needed to say, but who fucking cares anymore?

Chapter 15

JOLENE

Ijust couldn’t resist. As soon as he came out onto the patio, I thought, this is it.

Time to go for it.

At first he had that brooding look on his face. I noticed it, honestly, but it was too late. I was already running toward him.

Besides, I’ve seen that look on his face a million times. He’s a deep guy. He gets lost in his thoughts.

But I want to get lost in his kisses.

And he does not disappoint.

He tastes like work. He tastes like sawdust and sun and sweat. My hands slide all over his rock-hard arms to his shoulders, to the back of his neck. I want to feel all of him at once.

It’s amazing what he does to me. Everything comes alive at once. I feel like a row of firecrackers, and he just put the match to the first one. The rest of them all go off at once.

Rocking up against him, I’m already thinking about what it would be like to have him inside me. My pussy is so wet, I can feel my thighs sticking together from the overflow.

“The kids are—”

“Hush.”

“Boone and—”

“Hush.”

“Is all this—”

“Hushhhh!”

Somehow, I don’t have 100 percent of his attention. I need to fix that right now.

My fingers fumble for the front of his work pants and pop open the snap. I have to see it. So I step back and watch as his pants slide down his muscled thighs to his knees.

Oh my God.

His cock is thick and stout. Not the longest I’ve ever seen, but fat, like a soup can. Oh my.

It is hard and pointed right at me. He may pretend he’s got doubts, but his cock doesn’t have any doubts at all.

“Sit down,” I smile.

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