Page 42 of Broken Kingdom

I take care of her that night as we make plans to bring our pack home to Anderson Island and later that summer as we testify in the trial against Beck and the New Lupine Brotherhood, nodding our grim agreement when the jury sentences them to hang.

I take care of her as summer gives way to autumn and our changes to Zion bring out the best in our people. I take care of her as Layla and Catherine announce they’ll be returning to Lost Moon to finish their studies in January and other friends seek sanctuary with our pack.

I take care of her as we pass our first winter on the island after selling our Wyoming property and through the purchase of a private island even farther from the Washington coast.

I care for Juliet and Juliet cares for our people, but she also cares for me.

Through the passing years and the birth of our two children—twins we name Luna and River—I never doubt that I am loved. It’s love that keeps us going, love that gets us through the hard times and makes the joyful ones even sweeter, and love that makes Zion even stronger than it was before.

By the time I have gray in my beard and the kids are starting middle school, no one talks about the world we knew before. Like she said she would, Juliet has erased Hammer’s violent legacy, and her father’s name, from our history and our hearts.

We have a good life here. A really, really good life.

So, when I suggest a twelve-year gap between kids isn’t really all that much when you think about it, she doesn’t immediately blow me off.

She rolls over on her beach towel, showing off every delicious inch of her summer-gold skin and slides her sunglasses down her nose. “Really? You want to start all over with babies and diapers, right when the kids are old enough to take care of themselves while we go out to dinner?”

“By the time the next one’s born, Luna and River will be old enough to babysit,” I say. “Problem solved.”

She snorts. “Luna and River are the best, but I’m not leaving two thirteen-year-olds alone with a newborn baby. No way.”

“Then we hire a nanny part-time so we can have date nights and a new snot-nosed brat to love all at the same time,” I say, skimming my fingers up her bare hip, loving that she never wears a bathing suit in the summer. “Best of both worlds.”

Her gaze softens even as her lips part in that certain way that lets me know my touch still drives her crazy, even after fifteen years together. “Well, you are an amazing father.”

“The best,” I agree. “Luna tells me so every time she wants another vintage vinyl record only daddy’s money can buy.”

She grins. “And you were very sweet the last time I was pregnant. I could get used to foot rubs again every night.”

As she leans in close to kiss me, I whisper against her lips, “I’ll rub your feet anytime. You don’t have to be full of my baby.”

“But it helps, doesn’t it?” she asks, kissing me with the words as she slides her hand up the inside of my thigh to tease beneath my balls.

Instantly, I’m hard and dying to be inside her. “It doesn’t hurt. You just look so sexy pregnant, with your breasts swollen above your cute little belly and that weird stripe you get below your belly button.”

“There was nothing cute or little about that belly. Or that weird stripe,” she says, but she’s stroking my cock now and I’m starting to feel very good about my chances of coming inside her on the beach. “I looked like a beached whale.”

“You were beautiful.” I cup her breast in my hand, dragging my thumb over her nipple, making her breath catch. “And I love you and our family more than anything in the world. I love you so much that I want more. More love, more fun, more babies…” I kiss her deep and slow as I roll her nipples between my fingers, making her squirm before I add, “But if I’m being greedy, just tell me. I can let it go.”

“Don’t let it go,” she says, pulling me on top of her on the big beach towel. “Don’t ever let go. I want to make all your dreams come true.”

I nudge her legs apart and settle between her thighs, groaning low in my throat when I feel how wet she already is. “You do, Growly. You always do.”

“But only one more baby,” she says, wrapping her legs around my hips as I kiss my way down her throat. “One more sweet baby and then we’re done, and we can concentrate on raising the ones we have and continuing to get really good at sex.”

I grin against her nipple before flicking my tongue out to circle the puckered skin. “You don’t think we’re good at it yet?”

“Hell yeah, we’re good, but we can always get better,” she says, smiling and stretching like a cat as I continue to kiss my way down her sun-warmed skin. “I mean, can you make me come twice in five minutes like the last time you kissed my pussy, or have you lost your touch? These are the kinds of questions that keep me up at night, old man. Forty-three is around the age when men’s testosterone levels start to die a swift death, right?”

“I’m going to make you die a swift death, brat,” I promise, and then I eat my wife’s sweet, juicy pussy until she comes so hard, she’s practically pulling my hair out as she begs me to put my dick inside her.

“Sorry, baby,” I say, hitching her legs over my shoulders and pinning her thighs in place with both hands. “No crotchedy old man dick until I make you come again. I was issued a challenge.”

“No, don’t withhold my crotchedy old man dick,” she says, giggling and squirming and whimpering for more all at the same time. “I need it. I need it so bad.”

“You need to learn not to hold up red flags in front of bulls,” I say, and then I suck her swollen clit into my mouth, slip my thumb of her tight little ass, and violate my wife in all the ways I know she likes best.

And then, when she’s thoroughly mouth-fucked, with desire dripping down her thighs, I rise over her and impale myself with one swift stroke. I push to the end of her, echoing her groan of relief as we’re joined together again.

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