Page 50 of Accepted Precedent (Love & Politics #3)

Andrew

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

“ F uck, you feel too good,” I groan, keeping Kristin’s legs splayed as I drive into her with long, slow thrusts.

She digs her nails into my shoulders and whispers, “I need more.”

I’m always up for the challenge. Pulling out, I flip her over.

As I move lower on the bed, I outline the bruise I left on her ass last week; now nearly gone.

“The teeth marks I left have faded.” Carefully twisting the plug in her ass, I set the vibration on the lowest level.

She moans, muffling the sweet sound with the pillow.

I tug it away. “I want to hear you, kitten.”

Lining my cock up at her wet entrance, I slowly press inside, pulling her hips back to meet mine. She feels too fucking good with the added vibration. It’ll be a miracle if I don’t come before she does.

Her cries are still muffled, so I steal the other pillow, tossing it aside. Hearing her gasps and whimpers, mixed with the wet slaps of our bodies colliding, always makes my cock impossibly hard.

“Fuck, I’m close,” she groans, gripping the headboard for leverage. I drive into her harder, desperate to send her over the edge before the twins wake up. “Just like that, don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I chuckle. As I tilt her hips to get deeper, she lets out a feral moan, and in seconds, her tight, wet pussy strangles my cock with fluttering pulses. My balls tighten at the sensation, and I’m unable to hold on any longer—coming deep inside her.

I pull out, then kiss her shoulder as I press my cum back inside her. “I want you to feel me all day.” Twisting the vibrating plug to turn it off, I slip it out of her ass. “I’ll be right back.”

Kristin sighs a laugh, and I scramble off the bed to retrieve a wet washcloth.

Once she’s cleaned up, I make sure her robe is handy and pull on a pair of boxer briefs.

We’ll be lucky if we have ten more minutes before the kids are up.

She’ll have to stay in D.C. tonight, and I hate that I won’t wake up with her tomorrow.

I slide under the covers with her, enjoying the quiet while we can.

“Love you,” she murmurs, still recovering from the afterglow.

“I love you too.”

“No, you just love giving me orgasms.”

I bark a laugh, and kiss the top of her head. “That too.”

After only five minutes, like clockwork, the kids knock on the door, asking for waffles. “I’ve got it,” Kristin mumbles sleepily.

I pull her closer and sigh, “No, I’ll take care of it. Go hop in the shower. Breakfast will be ready when you’re done.”

Brandon knocks again and I shout, “Coming.”

“You will be later,” Kristin teases, sliding out of bed and putting on her robe.

I quickly throw on a pair of sweatpants and answer the door. “Hey kiddo, where’s your sister?”

“Gracie sleeping.” He rubs his eyes. “When Uncle Mickey birthday?”

My stomach drops every time the kids call Mick that. One day, we’ll have to tell them the truth, but until Jaclyn secures the presidency, we can’t risk it. The last thing she needs is whispers of an infidelity scandal in her social circle, even if it couldn’t be further from the truth.

I drop to one knee. “We’ll have breakfast, then drive to your mom’s house for the party. So, I have a very important question for you: do you want chocolate chip or regular waffles?”

He scrunches his nose. “I want banana.”

“You’ve got it, bud.” I ruffle his hair. “Why don’t you wake your sister and I’ll start breakfast?”

He skips off to their room, and I rush to the kitchen.

Pulling out the dinosaur-shaped waffle iron, I can’t wipe the smile off my face.

While the twins aren’t mine, I love them as if they were.

I never wanted kids, but the more time that passes, the more comfortable I am with being a father.

None of us is sacrificing for parenthood.

I’ve never had to give up anything to be their dad, and Evie gets to live her dreams running a successful lobbying firm.

Mick’s also establishing a few non-profits in his free time—one for childhood cancer, another for women’s clinics.

No matter how hard Jaclyn, Ileah, and I have fought for it, there isn’t enough funding, and I’m glad Mickey is able to help.

After all this time, everyone is… happy.

Once breakfast is ready, I call out for the kids and Kristin. As I plate waffles and fruit for the twins, Kristin wraps her arms around me from behind. I cover her hands with one of mine and savor the brief, quiet moment with her.

We get the kids fed and changed for Mick’s party, then I take a quick shower and get ready.

I’m trying to decide which button-down to wear but instead settle on a navy polo.

It’s almost identical to the one I wore on my first date with Mick nearly fifteen years ago.

So much has happened since that night, yet it feels like it was just yesterday.

He was always upfront about wanting to settle down and start a family, and I’m glad Evelyn’s able to fulfill that wish.

I can’t think of a better person for him than my best friend.

After loading the car and buckling the kids in, we’re on the road for the one-hour drive.

Thankfully, there’s no traffic, and the kids don’t need bathroom stops.

Potty training has been hit or miss with Brandon, so we never know if he’ll make it all the way to Mickey’s.

They fall asleep, and I slide my hand onto Kristin’s thigh.

She covers it with hers, and I’ve felt this content.

We arrive at Mickey’s, and the kids stir but don’t wake. I get Grace out, and she clings to me like a sloth. As we get Brandon out, he’s now up and takes Kristin’s hand as she leads him into the house. Grace rests her head on my shoulder, and I hold her tighter.

Two of Mickey’s security detail are waiting outside, and one speaks into his shoulder walkie-talkie to alert everyone of our arrival. We walk inside, and it smells like freshly baked cake and something savory—barbecue sauce, maybe.

Brandon runs toward the smell, dragging Kristin with him. “Slow down, B!” she laughs, briefly glancing back at me with a wide smile.

Evie’s on the couch resting, and I remind Brandon, “Careful not to jump on her.” She does so much I’m not surprised she’s napping. I would be too if I was in her shoes.

“Mommy, Mommy!”

“Hey, sweetheart,” Evie says through a yawn, reaching for him. He climbs onto her, and she wraps her arms around him. “Did you have fun with Daddy?”

“I know you did, Evie,” Kristin snickers, and I cough out a laugh.

“Yes. Miss you,” he answers, thankfully not questioning Kristin’s comment.

Evelyn snuggles him closer. “I missed you too. Everyone’s going to be here soon. Do you want to play outside or cook with Mommy?”

“Outside!”

“Come on, B. I’ll take you,” Kristin offers.

Brandon kisses Evie on the cheek, then goes with Kristin. I set Grace on the other couch and lay a blanket on her.

“What can I help with?”

Evie stifles another yawn. “Nothing.”

“I insist.”

“Really. I have it under control. Food’s prepped, and Mickey’s gift was delivered yesterday. He hasn’t been outside yet—if we can keep it that way until the party, that’d be great.”

“Why don’t you go lie down for a bit? Kristin and I can handle the twins and anyone who arrives early.”

“Sorry, I don’t know why I’m so tired.”

I check to make sure Grace is still asleep, then whisper, “Did someone keep you up late?”

“No,” she chuckles. “I got a full eight hours, but I’ll take you up on that offer. Just a quick power nap before everyone’s here.”

I help her up, give her a quick hug, and she makes her way to the bedroom. When Grace wakes up, I let her know she can see her mom as soon as she’s up from her nap.

For the next hour, Kristin and I play with the twins while Evie rests.

Mick is nowhere to be found, so we don’t have to run interference.

Finn and Ileah are the first to arrive, and Finn joins us on the patio with two of his dogs while Ileah uses the bathroom.

He’s grinning ear to ear. I don’t remember the last time I saw him like this—probably his wedding a couple months ago.

“You look like the cat that caught the canary.”

His smile doesn’t falter as he leans in, keeping his voice low. “I don’t want to take away from my brother’s birthday, but Ileah’s pregnant.”

“No shit? Congrats.”

“Thank you. We’re excited, but don’t want to announce it publicly just yet. She’s had horrible morning sickness, wants to nap all the time, and is craving green apples of all things. Something about them being perfectly sour. She wants to wait to announce it until she’s feeling better.”

“That’s understandable. It’ll be a huge adjustment for you two on the campaign trail.”

“Aye, but worth it.”

“When did you get here?” Mickey’s deep timbre behind us startles Finn and me.

“Just a few minutes ago,” Finn replies. Grace looks over at us and makes a beeline for him. “Little Gracie!” His arms fly wide, and she nearly tackles him for a hug. “How’ve you been, darlin’?”

She answers with a tight hug and a wide smile. Both the kids are affectionate, but Grace has always been a love bug.

“I missed you too, little one.”

Grace wiggles away and does the same to Mickey, hugging his treetrunk legs and gazing up at him. He picks her up and whispers something to her before setting her down, then she runs off to play.

Brandon spots the exchange and rushes over.

Mickey lifts him up onto his hip, also quietly telling him something.

Brandon’s a spitting image of his dad, and it’ll only be a matter of time before someone puts two and two together.

With Mick staying out of the public eye, hopefully it won’t be any time soon.

Ileah joins us, she’s radiating joy, just like Finn. She has a little puffiness under her eyes, which could be from fatigue or morning sickness, like Finn mentioned. “Where’s Evie?”

“She’s laying down for a bit; complained about being tired even after a good night’s sleep.”

Mickey’s brows pinch and worry seeps into his expression. “Is she okay?”

“She seemed fine, just resting.”

“I’ll go check on her,” he insists, setting Brandon down.

“She’s fine, Mick.”

He doesn’t listen, marching into the house. I can’t say I’m surprised, he’s always been overprotective when it comes to her and the kids. Brandon chases after him, and I follow.

Ileah calls after me, “We’ll keep an eye on the twins,” at the same time I tell Mickey, “Let her rest.”

He stops and turns to face me. Brandon accidentally runs into him. “Sorry, Uncle Mickey.”

Mick tries his best to hide his disappointment at the dreaded U-word, and quickly schools his expression.

“It’s okay, I’m just worried about your mam.

” He ruffles Brandon’s hair and offers a smile meant to placate him.

“But I’m sure she’s all right.” Lifting his gaze to me, he adds, “She’s been doing too much. ”

“Come on, B. Let’s go play with everyone outside. Maybe play fetch with Finn’s dogs?”

At the mention of the pups, he lights up and runs back outside. Once he’s out of earshot, I quietly tell Mick, “I’m sure she’s fine.”

He nods, but still makes his way to the bedroom.