Eventually, we all collapsed onto the ground, panting and laughing. Hazel was next to me, and she turned her head in my direction. She beamed at me, radiating happiness. “Welcome home.”
* * *
“I fucking love these big, sexy tits,” I mumbled as I licked around Hazel’s fat nipple. She moaned and arched her back, pressing herself further into my mouth and locked her legs around my waist.
My hips kept up their steady rhythm, pumping my long, aching cock into her virgin-tight pussy. Sometimes, I would swear she was even tighter now than the night I popped her cherry. Her walls spasmed, and her breath hitched, letting me know she was close.
“I’m gonna come, Jamie,” she whimpered. Her voice sounded strained from fighting the desire to cry out. After expending so much energy earlier, the kids had passed out after dinner. I wasn’t about to waste a second of our alone time and quickly hustled my wife to the bedroom.
I gently bit her nipple while my fingers twisted and plucked at the other one. “Let go, peaches,” I commanded. “I want to feel your pussy milking my cock, squeezing the fuck out of me.” I slithered a hand down to her soaked entrance and pinched her clit before slamming back in a little harder. Hazel buried her face in my neck to muffle her cry of ecstasy as she splintered apart.
Her pussy pulsed around my cock, and I quickly followed her into bliss. I lifted her face with one finger and crashed my mouth onto hers for a deep, passionate kiss. I made love to her mouth while I filled her with my essence, branding her as mine. No matter how many times I came inside her, I felt as though I was marking her for the first time. I was always desperate to make sure that the world knew she belonged to me and only me.
Finally, our racing hearts began to slow, and our breathing evened out. I pulled my wife into my arms and cuddled her close, placing a tender kiss on her temple. “I love you, peaches.”
Hazel sighed and snuggled in a little more. “I never tire of hearing you say that.” She kissed my chest and looked up at me with bright, shiny eyes. “I love you, too.”
My skin burned where we touched, and her declaration, which never failed to get me hot, had my somewhat softened dick swelling into a steel rod. I smirked and gave her a wink. “How about we try and get in round two before—”
“Mommy! I’m thirsty!” Lincoln yelled through our bedroom door before knocking a few times.
“You were saying?” Hazel giggled. I glared at her, which only made her laugh even harder. She moved to get out of bed, but I stayed her with a hand on her arm.
“I’ll take care of him, peaches. You rest up because as soon as my boy is asleep again, I’ll be back for round two.”
My voice was dark with promise as I climbed out of bed, and Hazel shivered, licking her lips as her eyes devoured my naked body. I worked hard to stay in shape, not only so I could keep up with my energetic wife and kids, but because it was worth it every time Hazel’s eyes filled with lust when she looked at me. It also made it easier to keep the little shits who ignored her wedding ring from trying anything.
I grabbed a pair of sweats from the dresser and pulled them on before striding to our door and unlocking it. As I opened it, Lincoln stared up at me with eyes narrowed in accusation. “What took so long?” he asked with a dramatic stumble. “I’m parched. I could have died from dehydration. I hope you know.”
I stifled my laugh and desire to roll my eyes and nodded solemnly, instead. “We can’t have that. Who would help Teagan protect your mom and sisters when I’m gone?”
Lincoln’s chest puffed up, and he turned to march toward the kitchen. “Exactly. What would you do without me?” His tone was smug, and since I was facing his back, I didn’t bother to hide my grin.
“I’d be lost, little man,” I told him honestly. Without my family, I would be lost.
Epilogue 4
Hazel
“What did the boys do this time?” Jamie muttered after dropping into a seat across the desk from the elementary school’s principal. We’d been called in to speak with Mrs. Simpson a few times over the five years since Lincoln had started kindergarten here, with Teagan only one year behind him. It’d never been anything major, mostly just boys being boys and they’d gotten off with a warning from the school.
Neither of the boys had gotten into trouble since Charlie had gone to middle school, though. They’d behaved themselves after Jamie had lectured them about setting a good example for their baby sister since her older sister wasn’t in the same school anymore, and the boys took their responsibilities toward her very seriously. The call from Mrs. Simpson this afternoon had been an unwelcome surprise, especially since it’d come while Jamie had been balls deep inside me. I’d just orgasmed the second time, but he hadn’t finished yet. If it’d been anyone other than the school calling, we would have ignored it until he was done. But with our babies in their hands, we dropped whatever we were doing—even sex—and took any and all calls from the school. Even if my hubby was pissed our boys had gotten in trouble again...and beyond cranky because they’d managed to cock block him all the way from school.
“There was an incident on the playground during recess,” Mrs. Simpson replied.
I twisted in my seat and glanced up at the clock on the wall, making my brows wrinkle in confusion because her answer didn’t make any sense. “I don’t understand. It’s too early for the boys to be on the playground. They have recess after lunch.”
Jamie’s back straightened, and he gripped the chair arms so tightly that his knuckles turned white. “London just finished recess. Is she okay?”
“She was present during the incident, but she’s fine,” Mrs. Simpson assured us.
Jamie’s shoulders slumped in relief, and I reached out for his hand. His palm slid against mine, and he gave me a comforting squeeze.
“As you pointed out, Lincoln and Teagan weren’t supposed to be on the playground since it was the recess for first and second grades only. Apparently, they both asked for bathroom passes from their teachers at the same time and headed to the playground instead,” she explained, lacing her fingers together as she rested her forearms on the table. “There was a boy—another first grader but in a different class than London. They went outside to team up against the boy.”
“Lincoln and Teagan teamed up against a first-grade boy?” Jamie sounded as shocked as I felt.
“Um, yes.” Her cheeks heated, and she cleared her throat. “It seems that the boy in question had pulled London’s ponytail this morning when the first-grade classes were in the library. I’m not even sure how Lincoln and Teagan heard about it so quickly, but they said they went out there to protect their little sister from the boy.”
“Some kid pulled London’s hair?” Jamie growled, glaring at the principal. “And we’re just now hearing about it?”
I let go of his hand to pat his thigh. “Before you fly off the handle, let her finish telling us what happened.” I shifted my attention back to Mrs. Simpson. “I’m sure they handled it and brought the boy’s parents in for a talk, too.”
“Ah, no. Not yet. The boy didn’t mean anything bad by it. He has a little crush on London and—”
“You can stop right there,” Jamie interrupted, holding up his hand. “I don’t care why he pulled London’s ponytail. If some kid put his hand on my daughter, he’d better be punished for it. Especially considering the kind of stuff we’ve gotten called in for before.”
I nodded, thinking about the time Lincoln pulled a prank on Teagan by putting a frowny face on his peanut butter and jelly sandwich when he helped me make their lunches—knowing his little brother only ate them one side at a time. Teagan refused to eat his lunch, and the teachers got involved. If something that minor resulted in us getting called to the principal’s office, then some boy pulling London’s hair should warrant a talk with his parents, too.
Well aware of how fierce we could be when protecting our children, Mrs. Simpson wisely agreed, “I’ll call his parents as soon as we’re done here.”
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br /> “Good,” Jamie bit out with a terse nod. “Now that we’ve settled that, how about you tell us what exactly our boys did to protect their sister that required us to come in for this meeting when the hair-pulling incident didn’t even warrant a phone call informing us of what happened.”
Uh-oh. I recognized that tone, and Jamie was pissed. Like blow his top, p-i-s-s-e-d pissed. I leaned back in my seat, knowing there wasn’t anything I could do to stop the freight train that was my husband once his protective instincts were engaged.
“Like I said, the boys used their restroom passes to go out to the playground during first and second-grade recess. London pointed the boy out to them, and they cornered the boy to warn him away from their sister,” she explained.
“They warned him away?” Jamie echoed softly.
Mrs. Simpson nodded. “Yes.”
“How so?” he asked.
She tilted her head to the side. “Pardon?”
“How did my sons warn this boy away? With words? Or did they get physical?” he demanded.
“No, nothing like that.” She shook her head. “They cornered the boy near the slide and told him that if he ever touched London again—with or without her permission—they’d make him wish he could transfer to another school.”
“That’s it?” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Um, y-yes,” she stuttered, finally catching on to how angry Jamie was.
“So, let me get this straight.” He crossed his legs and thrummed his fingers on his thigh. “Our sons didn’t lay a finger on this boy, but we were called in here when he’s the one who actually did touch our daughter. Is that correct?”
“Well, yes,” she conceded. “Technically, he did touch London when he tugged on her ponytail.”
“There’s nothing technical about it.” He stood and held a hand out for me. After I slid my palm against his, he helped me out of my seat. “We’ll talk to the boys about misusing bathroom passes, and it won’t happen in the future.”
I barely held back my snort of laughter because I knew darn well he was going to tell Lincoln and Teagan that breaking the rules was okay if that’s what it took to protect their sister. He’d probably get them a new video game as a reward, too. But she didn’t need to know that...unless a situation like this came up again. And if it did, I had no doubt my boys would take care of it. They took after their daddy, after all.
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