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Marie snorts and stands, holding out her empty arm for her other baby and steps over to me. “Hope you guys had a quiet trip home. Good to see you.” I nod and bend down to hug her and stare down at the babies.

“Holy shit, look at how big they’re getting!”

Marie chuckles and kisses their heads. “They’re going to sleep so well tonight.

” She stands up on her tip toes and clears her throat and whispers in my ear.

“She’s a keeper, Morgan. Don’t fuck it up,” she nods to the girls and heads down the hall, Lillian and the girls following to show them out and talk about their next ‘play date’.

I don’t see Mackenzie anywhere, so hopefully that went well today, that she opened up to Marie.

The girls run past me and head straight to the TV area and Avery and Nessa argue over what to put on. Lillian stops beside me, leaning her head on my arm and blows out a slow breath. “They haven’t napped yet. Want to sit with them for a few minutes before I break the bad news?”

I chuckle and wrap my arms around her, breathing in the scent of her citrus shampoo and kissing her forehead.

“Of course.” I step away and sit down beside Avery, pulling Tilly up onto my lap.

All of their hair is French braided. There’s grass stains and dirt on their clothes from the park, but they still look so much more put together than I could ever do for them.

I let them watch the show for about fifteen minutes before I announce it’s time for naps and only Avery groans. I chuckle and Lillian takes the younger two while I follow Avery to her room. “You can do your journaling or reading, but I think some quiet time will be good.”

She huffs and sits down on her bed, grabbing her journal from her nightstand. “Fine. When can I have a TV in here?”

I frown and shrug. “How about for Christmas? That’s coming up sooner than your birthday.”

She smiles and lays down on her bed, flipping through the pink pages. “Thanks, dad. Are grandma and grandpa coming for Christmas this year?”

“They actually might be coming for Thanksgiving instead, just waiting to hear back with confirmation. Just a few weeks away.”

“Cool. See you later.”

I blink at her and leave the room, closing the door softly behind me.

I head across to Tilly and Nessa’s room, listening to Lillian sing to them.

I imagine she’s rocking them both in the rocking chair, the same chair I rocked Avery in when she was a baby, then Nessa, and then Tilly.

I can’t believe how damn fast time flies.

I lean up against the wall as I wait and close my eyes, just basking in the silence.

Lillian steps out and kisses my cheek as she passes me, heading to the living room.

I follow after her like a lost puppy, watching her ass sway in her tight jeans.

She’s wearing a tight white t-shirt and her feet are bare, and her toes are painted a dark purple that stands out against her pale skin.

She collapses down on the couch and sighs. “How were the away games?”

I sit beside her and pull her into my side, wrapping my right arm around her, holding onto her hip. I dig my fingers into her soft flesh and smirk as she begins to squirm.

“Same old. We lost the first game but did well for the second. How were the girls? I’m… sorry about being silent. I had a lot to think about and work through.”

She hums and relaxes into me. “The girls were fine. And it’s fine. Are you going to tell them about their mom?”

I tense and blow out a slow breath. “Not unless they ask. Avery… She’s old enough to know what’s going on.

For the first three months after Brittany left she just raged.

She said she doesn’t want mom to come back since Brittany doesn’t love them.

All they needed was me… But then you came,” I kiss her head.

“They’re so content and calmer, so different from when Brittany first left. ”

“And you’re around a lot more. They know that they’re your world, Morgan.

Don’t give me the credit when it’s been all you.

You’re putting them first. You’re here as much as you can be.

You pay attention to them, listen to them.

You don’t just hand them off to me and head out to bars or bring a million women into the home. ”

I nod. “Yeah… I guess. Speaking of handing them off to you, why don’t you take this weekend off?

I have games on Thursday and Friday night and I think the guys will be coming over for the cookout Saturday afternoon.

Go do something for yourself on Saturday morning and then all day Sunday. Maybe Mackenzie will be ready by then?”

She frowns and glances up at my face and nods.

“Okay… Maybe. I can also look up some jobs for her when she’s ready,” she sighs and closes her eyes.

“Mackenzie told me after we got back from the park that she’s ready to talk.

I told her that I would be spending time with you tonight, but tomorrow I’m all hers during nap time or after the girls go to sleep. ”

“What do you think happened?”

Lillian shakes her head and she rubs a hand down her face. “She was a dancer in one of the clubs on the strip… I… I have an idea, obviously someone beat the shit out of her, I just hope no one… touched her, you know?”

I grunt and pull her closer into me. “Same. But I’m glad she has a friend like you. Have you talked to her about Betty?”

“No. Hell no. I will once she tells me everything. I want her to heal, not throw my problems in her face. I did read through the documents, though. I called Andy a few days ago and he said that he can meet with me this week to go over what he thinks will be happening and what he can do to help. I have no idea when the funeral is, but he mentioned getting in touch with Betty’s lawyers and learning what’s in the Will just to be sure.

So we have all of the facts. I want to sue the shit out of her kids. Not for me, but for her.

“For years she was all alone in that place. Everything was taken away from her. Me. Her phone. Her possessions. They sold her house and her cars right under her. Who knows if she even really had Alzheimer’s.”

I press my lips together and feel like burrowing her into me. I feel so fucking awful that she’s been through so damn much. “Hopefully Andy will have all of the information when you see him next week. Are you going to him?”

“No, he said he will come here since I’ll have the girls, I don’t want to take them to an office and stress them out. Or me. Or Andy,” she snorts. “I told him what time they usually take a nap at so that I have about an hour and a half with him.”

“Good.” I pull her up onto my lap and press my lips to hers. She opens up for me and I slip my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, and wanting more. Always wanting more.

Drinking her down, she’s my ambrosia.

Her mouth is so soft, so warm. So sweet. I grunt and bite down on her bottom lip, trailing kisses down her neck to her chest, “I want you.”

She moans and tilts her head to the side, giving me more access. “I need you,” she sighs out and I shudder.

I press my hardening cock towards her hot core and push her down against me. “Good.” I stand up, wrapping her legs around my waist before I pad down the hall towards my room. “I can’t wait, Lill. I need to be inside of you. Now.”

She nods and presses her mouth to my neck, kissing and nibbling across my pulse. “Please, yes please,” she whispers. I open the door with one hand, closing it softly and locking it just in case the girls wake up.

“We have to be quiet. I don’t think Ave is going to sleep.”

She nods and I toss her down on my bed, stalking towards her like a predator. She rips her clothes off, one by one until she’s laid across my soft, black bedding like an angel, a naked angel. Her dark hair is pulled up in a tight bun. I long to have it wrapped around my fist as I drive into her.

I suck on my bottom lip as I stare down her body. From her heaving breasts, her pointed hard nipples. Her wet pussy. All for me.

Mine.

I slip out of my clothes, crawling in between her legs and shoving my tongue straight inside of her wet heat. I moan and press my nose onto her clit, circling it around. The taste and smell of her is so fucking heady, so addicting. I never want to leave this position.

She groans and arches up, pressing her pussy harder against my face. She runs her fingers through my hair, her nails scratching my scalp. Her walls flutter and clamp down on my tongue, her juices drenching my mouth and chin.

I lick my lips as I sit up and press my throbbing cock against her entrance, driving into her at the same time I press my lips to hers, forcing her to taste herself on my tongue.

She moans and scratches her nails down my back. I press one of my hands around her neck, the other on the bed beside her head as I drive into her, harder, deeper, and faster.

Her pussy is still fluttering from her climax. I want it all, I want more. I need it from her. I need to wring her dry and make her scream.

Well. Maybe not scream just yet, Avery would hear.

I close my eyes and just feel. Listen to her gasps and moans. Breathe and inhale our scents. Our sweat and our sex.

God, I will never get enough.

She bites down on my shoulder as she orgasms a second time, her body is shaking beneath me and I can’t stop, can’t hold back. My balls draw up, I tingle from my lower back to my cock and just fucking explode inside of her.

I squeeze my hand tighter against her throat and then release her, falling on top of her, breathing against her neck.

She hums and wraps her arms and legs around me, kissing my neck and my chest, licking up my sweat from my face. I chuckle and turn so that I’m laying beside her, chest to chest.

“I’ll never get enough of that.”

She rolls her eyes and presses her face into my neck. “Hopefully not too often… Your cock is too big, Morgan.”

I laugh out loud and glance down at my body. My poor little dude is spent. He’s glistening with our combined come, he’s sore, and a little raw from fucking her so hard and fast. Her being so damn tight, it fit me like a tight glove.

“You’ll get used to him. I hope.”

She frowns. “Maybe. I’m just glad we haven’t needed lube every two seconds. The hormones usually fuck with me. I can dry out, sometimes I can be too tight… sometimes it’s hard to orgasm, or I’m out of my mind, horny a million times a day.”

I smile and wink at her. “Really? Can’t wait for the latter to happen. I’ll help you out.”

She shakes her head and pinches my nipple with her fingers. “Do you want to talk now? Or…”

I press my lips together and sigh. “I guess… I… I’m just freaking the fuck out that Brittany is going to try to cause more drama and manipulate lawyers and judges because she’s getting ‘treatment’.

But I was also thinking about how hard I’m falling for you.

I didn’t think I would ever be ready for anything more than just sex for a…

long time. I’ve also decided to retire after this season.

Maybe I’ll pick up a coaching position at the college or high school, maybe play in a league here and there…

“I want to be here, I want to be present for my kids. I want to watch them grow. I don’t want to be traveling six months of the year anymore, plus I’m getting old.

I’m the oldest fucker on the team. It’s just time…

But I also wanted to talk to you about all of this…

You’re so young, Lillian. You deserve a man that is ready for everything you are without all of the baggage.

Marriage and having your own kids. Teaching again. ”

She tenses and shakes her head, sitting up and crossing her arms over her naked chest.

Covering herself, hiding from me.

I frown.

“That’s a lot to unpack, Morgan… First of all, I wouldn’t worry about Brittany.

Let Andy do his thing and don’t try to cross that bridge until it’s time.

You’re divorced, they’ve accepted the restraining order and custody agreements, I don’t know why you have to keep fighting against a brick wall. Deal with it when, if, she comes back.

“Two… Are you nervous about retiring? Do you think you’re really ready to?

Will you be bored? Are you going to… fire me?

And three, that’s not something to talk about now, Morgan.

I’m happy. You just got divorced. You have three children.

You don’t know what the future will bring and neither do I.

Do I want kids? Of course. But I also have extensive trauma and am terrified I will somehow end up like my adoptive parents.

I don’t know who my biological parents are, never cared to research them or look them up.

“I’ve also been too terrified that Richard and Lisa somehow stole me or maybe my parents sold me to them.

I didn’t want to know. So many years have passed that it didn’t seem like a good idea to look them up.

It’s always been my dream to have my own kids, but I can’t.

I don’t even think I would be able to trust another woman to carry my child.

I would be a damn basket case. So I don’t think you need to worry about me, Morgan.

I love those three girls more than life itself.

I like you a lot, but you can’t push me away because of my age.

You don’t know everything I have been through, you have no idea how hard I’ve worked to get where I am today. ”

I wince and nod, glancing away from her glassy gray eyes. “We’ll talk more tonight. Why don’t we wash up and then figure out what we’re doing for dinner…”

She nods and turns away, picking up her clothes and slipping them back on.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m going to go check on Mackenzie.

Why don’t you spend time with the girls when they wake up and I’ll cook dinner in about two hours.

” She disappears out into the hall, closing the door behind her…

I press my palms to my eyes and blow out a slow breath.

Am I just a shit communicator? I don’t even know what I said or did that wasn’t right. I figured they were good points to talk about before I begged her to be mine, when I was ready.

Maybe I shouldn’t have brought that shit up after fucking her… Damn it.