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Jordan

T wo Years Later

“Fuck, princess,” I growl, rolling my fingers over her clit as I bend her over the washing machine, fucking her like a madman. My free hand is clamped around her mouth, trying to stifle her moans so our daughter doesn’t hear her.

The last thing my little girl needs to hear is me fucking her mama. She doesn’t ever need to know about sex at all, in fact.

But I can’t keep my hands off my wife, especially when she’s pregnant. And she’s carrying my son right now. Christ, she’s beautiful every day, but she’s been glowing since we found out we’re having a boy last week. It’s driving me wild.

“Come for me, sweet girl,” I demand, trying like hell to get her there before we get busted. If I have to stop now, I may burn the house down around us. I’m desperate. Fuck, I’m always desperate for her.

She whimpers my name, sobbing it against my hand.

I grab a pair of her clean panties from the basket, stuffing them in her mouth to silence her cries. Her pussy immediately clamps around me, flooding. She fucking loves when I gag her. Mostly because she knows exactly what comes next.

I pull my hand away, running it down her back to her perfect ass. I toy with her little asshole, circling it with my thumb.

“You want it, baby?” I ask, already knowing she does. She’s pushing back against me, silently begging for it. Just like always. She’s a greedy, greedy little princess.

I tease her until she’s frantic beneath me, and then slowly push it in, watching as that hole stretches around me. Christ, I’ve fucked her there again and again over the years, but she’s still so damn tight. Still so perfect.

“I love seeing you stuffed full of me, Sutton. Especially when you’re bent over like this with your panties in your mouth, keeping you nice and quiet.” I nip the back of her throat. Her ear. “No one can hear how loud you scream for me.”

She sobs around the panties, coming all over me just like I knew she would. She likes the filthy shit I say just as much as she loves the sweet words that roll from my lips.

I groan as her pussy flutters and clenches all up and down my shaft, dragging me right to the edge. But I’m not satisfied yet. I know she isn’t either. It’ll be hours before I can get in her again.

I have a game tonight. Her brother will be there.

He still isn’t my favorite person. We still aren’t friends.

But facing what he did was good for him.

Things between him and Sutton are…better.

It’s been a long road with a lot of ups and downs, but he’s trying, and so is she.

I don’t stand in the way. I stand behind her. Always.

I pound into her, stroking her clit and playing with her asshole until she’s tottering on the edge again.

“I love you,” I murmur against her ear. “More every damn day, princess. You’re so fucking perfect.”

That simple truth sends her into a freefall.

I plant myself deep, growling as I follow her over, letting her milk every drop from me. I’m still panting, still shaking, when I pull her panties from her mouth, craning her head back for a wild kiss.

“Jordan,” she whimpers against my lips.

“I love you.”

“Mom-mom, mom-mom!” Sylvie yells from the other room, her little fists pounding against her tray as if in protest of being trapped in her seat.

“Crap,” Sutton groans. “I guess she’s done eating.”

“You go clean up. I’ll get her.” I pull out, groaning at the loss of her heat around me, before I help her straighten and then spin her, pulling her into my arms to kiss her softly. “Why don’t you take a nap?”

“You have a game tonight. We don’t have time for that.”

“Hey.” I tip her head back, catching her gaze. “We always have time, princess. You and Sylvie come first. Rest. I’ll wake you up before I need to go.”

Her expression softens, melting. “You’re too good to me.”

“Taking care of you is my life,” I say simply. It’s the truth. Hockey is my job. But she and Sylvie are my world. There is no competition. I’ll always put them first.

“I love you,” she whispers before Sylvie starts screaming louder.

“That’s my cue,” I groan, tucking my dick back into my pants.

I press another kiss to Sutton’s lips and then stride from the laundry room, stopping long enough to wash my hands before I hurry to Sylvie.

Half of her food is on the floor, like usual.

And she’s glaring at me like I’m pissing her off. Also, like usual.

“Hey, baby girl. You finished?”

“Up,” she demands, lifting her arms up.

I chuckle, removing the tray from her seat before unbuckling her and scooping her into my arms. She huffs at me, her eyes narrowed, clearly still pissed that we left her alone for ten minutes.

“You want to hang out with your daddy today, baby girl?”

“Mom-mom.”

I chuckle again. Of course, she’s pissed at me. In her eyes, Sutton can do no wrong. If anything in her world is out of order, it’s entirely my fault, never her mama’s. It’s fucking cute.

“Mom-mom is taking a nap.”

Sylvie huffs again before deciding she’s stuck with me. She lays her head against my chest, reaching up to pull on my beard. “Hotey,” she demands.

“You want to watch hockey?”

She nods solemnly.

I smile, brushing my lips across her crown. God, she’s perfect.

I clean her up and then carry her into the living room to find a game. She sits on my lap, her eyes fixed on the television like she understands exactly what’s happening on the screen. Hell, maybe she does. She spends enough time at the arena. She was practically born on the ice.

Ten minutes into the game, she turns to peer up at me. “Daddy. Hotey.”

“Yeah, baby. We’re watching hockey.”

She frowns. “Daddy, hotey.”

My brows furrow as I try to work out what she wants, and then realization dawns. “You want to watch daddy play hockey?”

Her little head bobs in a nod, her brown eyes wide.

“You can watch me play tonight, baby girl,” I promise, unable to deny her anything…just like her mama.

Her little face breaks into a grin, and she nods, seemingly satisfied. She reaches for my hand, curling her fingers around my pinky, and then curls up on my lap again to watch the game.

Half an hour later, she’s out cold.

I don’t move, though. I just sit right there, letting her sleep on me as the game plays on and her mama rests upstairs. The most important people in my life are safe, happy, and healthy. They’re thriving.

This is the dream.

It’s the fairytale.