Shattered

by Jaci J

  “Not until your thirty-five.”

  Angel laughs, having no idea what we’re talking about, but she’s got her daddy, and that’s all she really cares about anyway.

  If I thought Cruz was crazy about me, I hadn’t seen anything until his daughter came into the world.

  That man is crazy about that girl.

  I’m crazy about her too, but he’s crazy crazy.

  “I put you to bed, baby. Why are you awake?”

  “No sweeping.”

  “No shit,” he grumbles, mad.

  Daddy wanted his dick sucked tonight. Too bad.

  Cruz takes her back to her room and I slip my panties back on before heading down the stairs. There are dishes in the sink and a box of pink Legos spilled all over the kitchen floor. We live here, we love here, and it shows.

  My house is full of toys and laughter, as well as my husband’s booming voice and spare motorcycle parts. There are dirty paw prints on the hardwoods and a pillow fort in my living room.

  I wouldn’t change a thing.

  “The fuck you doin’?” Cruz hollers, thundering down the stairs, stopping at the kitchen door.

  Holding up my soapy hands, I give him a look. “Knitting,” I deadpan.

  He growls at me.

  At the sink, Cruz stalks across the room and up behind me, his hands on either side of my body, caging me against the sink. “I wasn’t done with you.”

  “The baby woke up.”

  “And?”

  “And it kinda put a damper on our moment.”

  “The fuck it did. Daddy’s dick is still hard.” He grinds it against my ass for emphasis.

  Laughing, I push back. “I can tell, but still.”

  “But fucking nothin’.”

  He drops down, crouching behind me. His hands are on my hips, peeling my panties down my legs and pushing my shirt up over my tits.

  “What are you doing” I gasp when he takes my hips and spins me around, my bare pussy inches from his face.

  “I’m in the kitchen, having a snack.” He pushes my legs apart and slides his fingers between my pussy lips.

  I shiver.

  Between his licking and sucking, he slows down and asks, “You ready?”

  On his knees, his face between my thighs, I look down at him.

  “For?” I breathe out, watching him stand up slowly, his hard body against my soft one.

  “Me to put another baby in you.”

  I’m ready. I’ve been ready for about a year. “Yeah? I want twelve.”

  Cruz smirks. “Yeah, Angel, I’ll give you whatever you want.”

  And he does. He gives me everything and so much more. He took my shattered heart and made it whole.

  acknowledgements & thank-yous

  Dana, the best editor EVER, thank you!

  Margreet, for the best covers EVER, thank you!

  Chris, for being the best beta reader, EVER, thank you! And I’m sorry I’m an asshole. ;)

  And for the best readers around, THANK YOU!