Page 28 of Bred By the Minotaur (DreamTogether Breeding Program #3)

The plane ride is long, and I sleep against Hank’s big shoulder most of the way. Then we’re surrounded by sun and sand, and the pure relief washes over me.

I still worry about the boys while we’re gone, but I know they’re in good hands, and I’m able to let it drift out of my mind.

Hank and I make love every single night, and I can finally be as loud as I want.

One night, after Hank has had a lot of rum, he picks me up before stumbling into the room.

I giggle as he pushes me up against a wall, his cock already tenting his swim shorts.

He’s shirtless from the pool, and I get to admire him once again as he leans back, keeping me aloft with his hands under my ass.

“Damn,” he says, his eyes catching on my cleavage inside my bikini. “My wife’s really hot.”

I wink. “So is my husband.”

He kisses me then, all of his love and all of his lust in that press of his lips on mine.

His hands fumble with the strings holding my swimsuit in place, but he does eventually free my tits from their bondage.

Then his mouth is on them, sucking my nipples between his lips and groaning as I leak milk onto his tongue.

Yeah, that’s definitely one of Hank’s kinks.

He huffs with how horny he is, licking his lips as he swallows it all up. His eyes now half lidded, he makes his way down to my bikini bottoms and unties those, too. In response, I push down his swim shorts, and that delicious cock springs out.

“I need to be inside you,” Hank growls. He becomes so desperate when he drinks that it’s adorable. “Please.”

I nod and lift my hips, rubbing myself against him. Hank grits his teeth as he feels around for where he belongs, and I giggle as I reach down to lead him to his treasure.

Hank moans as he sinks in almost fully in one stroke. “Fuck,” he grunts, his neck bowing. “You feel incredible. Like nothing else. I’m addicted to you.”

I wrap my arms around his neck so I can kiss his snout as he pulls out, nearly withdrawing, and then dives back in.

“So do you. Your cock is magic.”

Hank snorts in that way I love, and his thrusts grow more frantic. He emits a long low as I get closer and closer to my climax, tightening around him with every feverish pump of his hips. Somehow, he holds me up with just one arm while he reaches down between us to flick my clit.

Oops, I’m a goner.

I cry out as I spasm all around him, and Hank roars like an animal as he fucks me faster. I grip the hair on the back of his neck as my orgasm wrings me like a wet rag, but Hank isn’t done yet. When I’ve recovered, he throws me onto the bed.

“Get on your knees,” he instructs, standing at the edge, his cock proud and dripping as it waits for me.

I do as I’m told, remembering the first time we met and he fucked me just like this. I’m still panting from my previous orgasm as he glides in, riding a wave of my wetness.

We go at it like that for what feels like hours, simply enjoying each other, not worrying about anything back home. Once we’re both sated, Hank collapses on top of me, his cum gushing out all over the hotel bed.

Good thing I went on the pill. With Archie being as much work as he is, I don’t know if I can handle another one.

“I love you so goddamn much, Phoebe,” Hank murmurs in my ear, rolling over so he can bundle me up in his arms. “Sometimes it’s like my heart is going to explode.”

I giggle against his collarbone. “I know the feeling. I always wondered what it would be like to love someone like this... and it’s so much more than I thought it could be.”

Hank smiles against my hair. Soon, I hear him snoring, which he only does when he’s been drinking. I fall asleep in his arms like that, wondering how I got so lucky.

Our time away is wonderful, but after only four days, I’m longing to go home and see our boys.

When we call, Milo gets on the phone, chatting our ears off about school and all the fun activities he’s doing with Grandma and Sandra.

We say goodnight to him every evening, and I wish I could hold him in my arms.

Finally, the plane lands, and we find Imelda, Sandra, and the boys all waiting outside security.

Milo runs toward us, nearly bowling me over when he leaps on me.

He’s gotten even bigger, and I expect I’ll only be more surprised each day by his growth.

Hank picks him up and swings him around, and Milo lets out a delighted squeal.

And the moment I hold Archie in my arms again? I can’t help the tears from flowing down my cheeks when I look into his perfect little face, and I kiss his forehead over and over. Sandra puts her arm around me, patting my shoulder, while Hank and Imelda exchange hugs.

That’s when I know that I’m right back where I belong.

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