Page 94 of More Than Anything

“Yes. It’s me and Mommy, minus the pigs. Cows instead. And now it’s time for you to go to bed. You’ve got school tomorrow. Scoot!” Avery told them, and they jetted up the stairs. He could hear their feet pounding across the floors up there and he smiled over at Lydia as she finished up in the kitchen. “I guess they’ll never get tired of that story. You’d think they would.”

“I hope they don’t,” she said, plopping down on the sofa beside him and smiling up into his face. “I like the pig farmer. He turns out to be a knight in shining armor.”

“And the princess turns out to be not quite the bitch he thought she was,” Avery laughed into her hair, then kissed her cheek.

“Good thing they stopped you from saying ‘the end.’ You’re going to be telling that story for a long time.” Lydia said, her eyebrows popping up and down.

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” She took his hand and laid it softly on her tummy. “At least a few more years.”

His grin was a mile wide. “No! Seriously?”

“Yeah!”

Avery stared down into those blue eyes that still made his breath catch in his throat and his cock jump in his boxer briefs. “We did it again, huh?”

“Yes, my dear, we did it again.”

“So what was your late fiancé’s middle name? I didn’t mind naming Landon after him, but not another one. Got any old boyfriends? Scorned lovers? The guy at the hardware store who winked at you when you were eleven?”

Lydia chuckled. “No. I wouldn’t do that. This one will be named after you, no matter what!”

“A girl named AveryAidan Holcomb. That should be interesting.” He pulled her up into his lap and gave her a huge, hot kiss. “I love you, LydiaSimone Holcomb. Thank you for never giving up on me.”

“You? Thank you for never giving up on me! I was a real bitch.”

Avery laughed out loud. “Wow! You can say that again!”

She play-scowled and slapped his arm just to hear him laugh again, but then she sobered and stared into those big hazel eyes of his. “And now, maybe we can go upstairs, tell the prince and princess goodnight, and grab a little shut-eye for ourselves,” she said, winking.

“You mean that shut-eye we get with our eyes open and our clothes off?”

“That’s the shut-eye I’m talking about,” she giggled. “Race you up the stairs!”

“No running for you, my preggie wife. Nope. You take it easy.”

“Until you get me into bed.”

“Exactly!” Avery let out a laugh. “And then I’m your hard-riding rancher!”

He wasn’t stupid. He knew she felt embarrassed sometimes by her body. It had borne them two beautiful children, and no matter what it really looked like, when he looked at her, he saw that same beautiful, tight, firm girl he’d taken on ten years before. He knew every inch of that wondrous body, from the big, hard nipples twice the size they’d been before Lillian had come along, to the softness of her tummy, to that warm, waiting haven between her thighs that had welcomed his manhood home so many times. He sat cross-legged in the bed and Lydia straddled him, letting herself down over his hardness and gazing into his eyes as he wrapped his hands under her ass, lifting her and letting her fall, watching her face and the delight there as his always-needy cock filled her over and over. “I love you, LydiaSimone. I love you more than anything.”

“I love you too, more than anything.”

“And I love to fuck you,” Avery told her and bit her lower lip.

“And I love to fuck you too,” she whispered back and tweaked one of his nipples.

“Oh, baby, you shouldn’t have done that,” he groaned. “Now I’m going to have to get serious about this fucking.”

“Yeah? Well, let’s see it, cowboy. Bring it on,” she whispered back, goading him along.

Avery tossed her backward onto the bed, braced himself above her, and ground down into her, listening to her let out a tiny cry, mindful of the two kids across the hallway while still giving in to the passion of their lovemaking. He was thankful every day for the bales of hay he had to haul and toss, the buckets of feed he had to load and carry, the cows he had to push around, and the saddle he had to toss onto old Dixie. All that work kept his body hard and lean, and he was stronger, faster, and tougher than he’d been ten years before. He could manipulate Lydia’s body any way he wanted, easily and quickly, and he’d heard her bragging just a couple of weeks before to Danette that she couldn’t believe how voracious their lovemaking was, even after ten years and two kids. He didn’t know about that; all he knew was that she still turned him on, still got him hard, and still made him groan out her name at least five times a week, more if they could find somewhere for the kids to go, and he never wanted for satisfaction. He made sure she didn’t either, and it showed. She was still flirty and girlish, and he hoped he could keep it up forever, figurativelyandliterally, so that would never change.

He made her come a third time before he finally let go, emptying himself into her just as he did every time, but knowing this time it would result in no little Holcomb?there was already one on the way! That sensation, the feeling of his warmth and wetness filling her, made him smile. His cattle were fertile, and so was his family. The herd was just about as self-sustaining as it could get, with only a few heifers having to be bought each year as replacements for the bull calves they got out of the breeding. The three thousand plus acres he owned held over three hundred head of cattle, some of the finest Angus beef on the hoof in the region, but his children and his gorgeous wife were his greatest joy. He felt powerful, complete, and whole, and Lydia did that for him. It was all her.

Lying there together in the darkness, still panting just a little, Lydia whispered, “So have you thought about it?”

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