Page 165 of Tempt Her

I grin, glancing across our yard at Ford, wearing his suit and tie too. He’s consulting with Hannah, his daughter who’s officiating our unofficial ceremony, while guests sit in white wooden chairs under the shade of a large live oak. Its wide, sweeping branches are breathtaking as I feel my pulse race.

I don’t have cold feet.

I’m not afraid.

Joy flutters in my heart while I stand on the covered front porch of the house I built on the acres I bought next to Ford’s. This is where we live now. We needed a bigger home, and Hannah and her wife get to live in Ford’s house while we still use Luke and Mateo’s homes for our naughty little getaways.

“Yeah,” I gaze back up at Mateo, “I guess Iamfeeling traditional. Our families are here. Our friends too, and our kids are about to witness this.”

Right on cue, Matilda squeals, and we turn to watch her race across the yard, chasing the new dog I begged Luke not to get. Not that I don’t love our little rescue pup, I just don’t need another little thing to care for when our son is barely a year old.

“I hate to tell ya,”—Luke hands me my bouquet of pink calla lilies—“but Logan is too young to remember a damn thing.”

Yeah, we did it.

The moment Matilda was born four years ago, she was obviously a beautiful blend of me and Mateo. With sparkling hazel eyes and dark brown hair, she has his lips but my nose.

Our children have my last name—James.

Once my father passed away, I returned to my family name to honor him and my mom.

But Matilda started the tradition of naming our children after the first letter of who we assume the father is, though she’s all of ours in our hearts.

Logan was tricky. He was born with a shock of black hair, so we weren’t sure—was he Ford’s or Mateo’s? But once Luke’s mom showed us a picture of how Luke was born the same way until his dark hair fell out in months and thick blonde hair grew in, we were pretty confident.

And Ford insisted our son was Luke’s. Ford already has Hannah and wanted Luke to feel the joy of being a father too.

But now there’s no denying Logan isallLuke as he bounces on his grandmother’s lap. Our son won’t stop squirming and smiling like his dad, while Matilda is just like Mateo. She loves her books too.

Ford thinks I’m joking when I tell him he’s next.

Yesterday morning, I ordered him, “You have to come up with a name that begins withF.”

“Finn,” he answered from the pillow beside me.

“For a girl or a boy?”

“Either, because I don’t give a shit,” he said, “just as long as they’re healthy. But what are you gonna do?” We soaked in the rare occasion of all four of us together while Luke is on leave. “Cut my men off while only I get to fuck you until I get you pregnant?”

Luke rolled on top of Mateo, grinding on him while he teased Ford, “Nah, I got other ways to stay satisfied.”

Mateo flipped him back over so fast before he started stroking Luke’s surging cock, taunting Ford, “Your mencan please the fuck out of each other while you take your turn withourwife.”

They were cute and playing around like always, but I gazed down at the long, thick scar down Ford’s chest. I kiss it every time, thankful for the years it gave us. Thankful that Ford was strong enough to survive the brutal surgery. After the heart transplant, it’s like he had to start all over for a year to regain his strength and breath, but now he’s like an ox.

I don’t know if his new heart or all the love we share makes him smile more than ever.

Like he did yesterday as I glanced to make sure our bedroom door was locked before I climbed on top of him, straddling him while Mateo and Luke watched.

“What do you say?” I gazed down at Ford as he grabbed my hips. “Are you ready to be a father again?”

He tried to be a grumpy ass about it. “How many damn kids do you want, woman?” But his cute, lying ass was smiling. And he was hard as hell.

“Just one more.” I reached down and wedged him inside me. “Then y’all can raise our kids while I open another franchise.”

Delta’s is a smashing success.

I never could’ve imagined my little Charleston sex shop would inspire another in Savannah, Georgia, then Jacksonville, Florida, and now, my favorite—I’m opening one on Hilton Head Island. Right down the street from Gentry’s old country club. Some members are now my most loyal customers, begging me to open one nearby.

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