Page 76 of Bucked Hard

From here, it’s faster, harder because that’s what she’s calling for. We’re sweat slick and slapping together. A stream of dirty obscenities fall from her mouth, making my dick grow another inch inside her. My sweet dove has a filthy mouth when she wants it, and it gets me every time.

Can’t imagine where she learned to talk like that.

Her orgasm is so intense it makes her shake so hard I have to hold her hips in place. I’m right behind her, my balls seize up and shoot her full of a nice round of hot cream.

Then I hear feet padding up and down the hall outside our door.

“That was so good.” Rachel whimpers into the bed.

“At your service ma’am. I love you, Dove. Always.”

“I love you too, wrangler.”

With that, we clean up with a quick shower. Roger and Tabitha are coming for dinner as well. They got married a year after we did, and they have three little ones now with one in the oven.

Roger’s business has gone worldwide. We’ve partnered on a few deals, with merchandise and such, but my heart is still in the hands on. I don’t take on as many cases as I used to any more, and I stay as local as I can, but my reputation has gone global all the same.

I’m still shocked every time I go to the accountant and I see just how much I make every year. Son of a dirt farmer like me. Who woulda thought?

The kids are excited to give Dove the gift I got her. I let them help me design it, too. She’s not big on jewelry, but she’ll like this, I can guarantee it. It’s a bracelet, make out of platinum, with a tiny dove shaped from inlaid diamonds. Eight of them in all, one for each of our kids, and there’s still room for more.

She’ll cry. And, yep, I will to. Not much has changed.

We miss Jessie, she passed away going on three years now. Just didn’t wake up one morning. I had it set up that her house had all sorts of monitors and we had a gal living there to help her out, but she just died in her sleep. When we got there after the call, we found her with a little crooked smile on her face and I imagined she must have been having an awfully good dream when she went. That’s the best way to go if you ask me, I think we all hope for the same.

The kids are anxious now, they’re running up and down the hall trying to get our attention.

I walk over and wrap my arms around my girl. “How do you get more beautiful every year?” Leaning in, I pull her tight into my chest.

“You are a cornball, you know that?”

“I just tell the truth. You ready? The kids are excited.”

“Yes, I can hear.”

They’re outside the door now, talking in loud voices and fussing with each other.

“Here’s to the next fifteen.” I capture her lips as her hands come around my waist.

“And fifteen more after that.”

My heart thumps into my chest. I’m still amazed I was able to grab the brass ring and hold onto it so long.

“Amen.”

I smile as I hug her into my side, and we walk together toward the door.

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