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“Someday, I’m going to put more babies right here,” he declares, his hand caressing my abdomen as he leans in and lightly kisses the stretchmarks that I got when I was pregnant with Theo. “Gonna give our boy some brothers and sisters to watch over.”
My core is now dripping with need, and he hasn’t done much more than made it to first base. Yet, each caress, each whispered word, each promise has ramped my desire up so high that I feel like I’m about to combust into a million pieces.
“Really?” I ask, my voice hoarse with anticipation.
Many women want careers these days, and there’s truly nothing wrong with that at all. While I don’t mind learning a trade or a craft of some sort, my heart’s desire has always been to be a homemaker. Iwantto cook meals for my family, take care of our home, be instrumental and hands on when it comes to raising any children I might have. It might be archaic to some, and impractical to others, but to me, that contribution in a loving relationship is just as important.
“Absolutely,” he murmurs, taking my lips in another thorough kiss that has my toes curling.
I lose myself in the sensations pulsing through my body and allow my feelings to take over as my hands roam over his shoulders and arms while his own start moving down my body. Soft sighs and murmurs are all I’m capable of when his hand cups my mound, his fingers lightly stroking between my legs.
“Holy shit,” I mumble as my eyes widen with the electric zap that’s running through me.
“You’re soaked, sweetheart,” he whispers against my swollen, well-kissed lips. “And not gonna lie, having your scent all around me has made me ravenous.”
I’m not completely sure what he means until he settles his broad shoulders between my thighs and his tongue swipes through the folds of my pussy. Since this wasn’t something thathedidn’t enjoy, all I have to go on is what I’ve read in the romance books I gobble up like a guilty pleasure.
As BamBam settles in like he’s been starving for years and I’m the full five courses he’s going to eat, I totally turn my brain off and allow myself to be carried along on his talented tongue and lips. When he adds one of his thick digits to the mix, I feel something foreign start up low in my belly. The warmth he’s inciting flares to a five-alarm fire, and I find myself writhing underneath his ministrations as he ramps my desire higher and higher.
But when a second finger is added, I detonate, screaming out his name as pleasure runs like shockwaves through me. I’m grateful as hell that Theo can sleep through everything, seeing as I screamed the house down, that’s for damn sure! I finally comeback to myself once again and look down to see him grinning at me, his beard completely soaked from my release. “I’m sorry,” I stammer, my hand reaching out to touch his beard.
“I’m not,” he asserts as he raises over my body, the head of his thick, hard dick at my entrance. “You’re like fucking ambrosia, Livy, and it’s my pleasure to see you come apart under me like you did.” With that, he thrusts inside, his girth and length causing a pinch of pain until my body adjusts. “Hold on, baby, gonna take you for one helluva ride now.”
I don’t realize my legs are wrapped around his trim waist, my heels pressed into his ass as he starts a steady motion that soon has me climbing toward the top of the mountain once again. As my hands grip his bulging biceps, my nails embedded in the muscle, I lean up to kiss wherever I can reach.
“BamBam,” I hoarsely cry out as I feel my core clench down on him before I completely shatter.
The emotions currently running through me right now are so extreme that I don’t realize tears are steadily streaming down my cheeks until he pulls back slightly and looks at me with concern. “You okay, Livy?” he asks, now holding himself taut and not moving.
“Fine, fine, I think my emotions just got overwhelmed. Now, can you please move again?” I sass.
“My pleasure, sweetheart,” he replies, smirking down at me. His thrusts once again pick up and I’m caught in a haze of pleasure so intense that when my pussy clamps down on him again, he bellows and plants himself to the root, his own release finally hitting him.
Long, blissful minutes are spent as we both struggle to breathe until he slides out of me, causing me to whine at the loss. He chuckles as he pulls me so I’m draped over him, his hands running up and down my body as I focus on drawing oxygen into my body.
“BamBam,” I start, “I… I never… it’s never been like that before.”
He leans in and kisses the tip of my nose, a smirk playing on his lips as he says, “Good. Then I did my job correctly.”
“Well, you did something correctly, that’s for sure,” I tease, “because I can’t feel my legs at all, and my body has lost the ability to move.” Deciding to take the bull by the proverbial horns, I add, “I love you, BamBam.”
Completely sated, my eyes begin to droop, and I barely hear him whisper, “Gonna be like that as long as we both have breath in our bodies, Livy, because I love you more.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
BamBam
Since the night that Livy became mine in every way, it’s as if whatever else was holding her back was completely released. What’s made it even sweeter is the fact that she was contacted by Fucktard's attorney who informed her he was involved in a bad accident and was deceased. She was apparently the beneficiary on his life insurance policy, so the day we went to the attorney’s office for her to sign paperwork and receive the cashier’s check, I took her to where she used to live and helped her pack everything that belonged to him, then get it to his parents. They were livid that she got everything, of course, but the will was ironclad. She decided to donate the furniture, and Nerd convinced her to rent out the trailer for some passive income. That way, she doesn’t have to jump into deciding what she wants to do with the can on wheels immediately. Moving forward; all she’ll need to concern herself with is collecting the rent and hiring a maintenance company, other than that, she can stay with Theo and raise him without having to deal with the hair-pulling bullshit most landlords deal with. Personally, I don’t givea fuck if she ever works outside of what she does for the club at the laundromat, but she’s got a creative side that I’d love to see her explore.
We’re not horribly far away, so if an issue arises with the tenant she rented to, I’ll send one of the prospects to take care of it for her. Based on how he’s been with both Livy and Theo, I suspect Mongrel will just volunteer for the job, even after he patches into the club.
It’s been a month now since we had the rodeo and I officially claimed her as mine, and as the holidays are right around the corner, she’s in full memory making mode for not only Theo, but for the two of us. Her reasoning is she hasn’t had a reason to celebrate since her parents died, but now that we’re a couple, we need to go full out. She’s been in the thick of things decorating the laundromat for the customers, while also helping Issy do the same at the clubhouse.
Hell, she and Issy have one of those damn Elf on the Shelf dolls that they bought, saying he’d show up at the clubhouse around Thanksgiving and for all of us to ‘be prepared’, whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean. I guess we’ll find out because none of us have any experience with these types of things. Whistling, I walk over to the site where I’m constructing our house; not that she knows I’m doing that just yet. We split our time between her apartment and my suite at the clubhouse, but soon, I’ll clue her in on what I’m building for us.
“Looks good, Franklin,” I say, walking over to the job foreman.
