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Slice held Faith’s hand as Deborah walked across the stage to the podium. His heart was so full that he wondered if he’d just burst. Micah, Isaiah, and Michael were thriving. And now, Deborah was graduating second in her class and giving the class speech. She hadn’t let either one of them see what she’d written. She’d headed to her Aunt Hope, and despite Faith and him trying to threaten Hope, she wouldn’t share.

“Welcome students, parents, family members, loved ones, and faculty. I’m thrilled to be here and be able to give our graduation speech.

“So much has changed in the four years that I’ve lived in Bluff Creek. I’ve found friends, played sports, and found a family who loves me unconditionally. I lost my birth mom early and had some bumps in the road before my mom and my dad welcomed me into their family.

“As I wondered what I needed to share for our graduation, I realized that I needed to share what my parents and my extended family shared with me the first night I met them and continued to show me over the years.

“Hope. Hope is the promise that there is something better out there. It’s the belief that there is light at the end of that dark tunnel. It’s an aspiration for more and a desire for a better day tomorrow.”

So today, I share with you the promise of hope. Each of you, whether you are students, faculty, loved ones, or family, has a chance at hope. No matter what circumstance you’re in, you can choose hope. Now, I was in a horrible situation at one time and was hopeless. I didn’t see any way out, and you might be in a situation like that too when you’re too young to make decisions for yourself. But I want you, if you feel hopeless, to reach out to someone—a teacher, a doctor, a first responder, one of the members of the bail bonds, or the MC. If you don’t have hope, then reach out and let someone else carry you and share their hope for a little while until you’re able to carry your own. Asking for help is not a weakness; it’s a sign of maturity.

“My parents have constantly reminded me that none of us is perfect, but perfection isn’t what we need. We need hope and love. So, as we embark on this next step in our lives, choose to have hope for the future and hope for how you can help other people’s futures too. We’re the next generation, and it’s on us to have a kind and loving world full of hope. May you always remember that you are strong, fierce, and can change the world when you keep hope alive. Thank you.”

Slice could feel Faith shaking against him and was sure he had tears pouring down his face at his oldest baby’s words.

“I want to be Deborah when I graduate,” said Hannah, and Leah nodded beside her. Slice swallowed through his tears so he could answer them.

“You don’t need to be Deborah. You need to be the amazing women you are,” Slice said to the girls, his fourteen-year-old and fifteen-year-old who’d been with them for a year.

Although he and Faith still did emergency foster care, Hannah and Leah were the last of their long-term fosters whom they adopted. He and Faith had decided that six kids were plenty for them.

He never could have imagined how his life would change on Christmas Eve when he was doing Santa’s Slay MC deliveries. It had been the best four years of his life, and he couldn’t wait to see what the next forty brought. It would be a little different with Deborah in Wichita attending Wichita State University for a social work degree. She wanted to work with kids in foster care and help them have a good experience. He and Faith couldn’t be prouder of her.

Part of their ups and downs had been Faith battling depression being around the baby boom at Bluff Creek. Although they had a family they loved, Faith still yearned for the child she couldn’t birth herself. After seeing her struggle during the second year of their marriage, he’d asked her about going back to the therapist who had prescribed the antidepressants to see if she might need a little help again.

Once Faith had gotten back on her prescription and it had started making a difference, she crawled into his arms and said she finally felt back to herself again. It still tugged on her heart when she held someone else’s newborn, but she didn’t dive back into the dark pit.

He stood up with his Bluff Creek family to meet his oldest for family pictures, then the huge graduation party for Deborah.

Faith stood with Slice’s arm around her waist, waving as Deborah and her friends drove away from the house. Seeing Deborah drive away to go to a friend’s party made her realize this was one more milestone in the journey. In a couple months, Deborah would be at college.

Faith could spend all evening feeling maudlin about one of her babies growing up, but tonight was a special night. All the kids were having sleepovers at other houses.

For the first time in a month, she and Slice were alone in the house, meaning she didn’t have to try to muffle her screams when her man played her body until he shot her into the stratosphere.

Slice closed the door. Faith didn’t say a word but held his hand and walked toward their bedroom. Two years ago, they’d added onto the back of the house for a bigger family room, another two bedrooms, and an enclosed sun porch.

With the addition of their own kids and also any emergency placements they had, they’d needed the room.

At the same time, Faith had stopped teaching kindergarten and instead taught a pre-K preschool class in the mornings at the daycare. Being off in the afternoons allowed her to attend all the kids’ school events, including out-of-town sporting events.

Faith walked toward their en-suite bathroom. “I want my husband naked and waiting on that bed for me when I get out,” she directed.

She was fine with Gabe taking the lead, but he was such a giver that she rarely got to give him a blow job, and unlike some women, Faith loved watching her man lose control when she had him in her mouth.

She closed the door, took care of business, and pulled on the new short negligee she’d ordered online. It was a pale blue sheer fabric that she thought set off her eyes quite nicely. It had an underwire to hold up her heavy breasts along with little cutouts for her nipples. It barely brushed the top of her thighs, so every time she moved, Gabe would catch a glimpse of her crotch.

With the number of kids they had, dressing up for sexy times was non-existent, so she was positive he would adore the effort she’d made tonight. She opened the bathroom door and grinned at the sight.

Four years and Gabe’s tattooed nude body still took her breath away every time.

“Woah, babe. When did you buy that?”

“You like?”

“No, I fucking love it and want to buy you one in every color. Now why don’t you come climb on and let me suck those gorgeous nipples peeking out at me.”

Faith shook her head no and leaned over the bed between Gabe’s feet.

“Nu-uh, this is my show. I am going to drive my man a little wild because no one will hear him scream,” she said, giggling a little because she was the one who had to fight to be quiet most times.

She crawled her way up the bed, dragging her hardened nipples along his legs. His leg hair brushing against her nipples had them tightening, and Faith was aware of each sensation of her body brushing against his. The sight was obviously working for Gabe. His cock was sticking straight up, and he was slowly stroking it, his heated eyes following her as she moved up the bed.

“You’re always sexy, Faith, but you taking control is so fucking hot,” he groaned.

She grinned at her husband and prepared to blow his mind. She pressed his thighs farther apart. She needed some room to work. Kneeling in front of him, she moved his hand and took over the slow stroking of his cock, up to the tip and then sliding back down to the base.

She leaned close, nuzzling his balls and sliding her tongue out to lick a path up his dick to the tip. She grinned as his thigh muscles clenched as he fought to not take over.

She licked the top of his cock then engulfed it, taking him deep. She so wouldn’t be sharing that she’d practiced on a cucumber so she wouldn’t choke on him. She’d learned that trick from one of the women who were always there for her.

“Faith,” Gabe groaned.

Faith kept it up, taking him deep then swirling her tongue, paying special attention to that little notch at the top of his dick. When he started involuntarily thrusting, she pulled off, and Gabe gave a different type of groan. She smiled because Gabe had taught her about delayed gratification, but he hadn’t experienced it yet.

Faith held his cock as she kissed up his abdomen, licking each ridge of his muscles. As she slid closer to reach his mouth, she dragged her wet pussy across his cock but didn’t let him enter. They weren’t even close to the main event.

She leaned on top of Gabe, leaning down to kiss him as he couldn’t stay still and had his hands full of her breasts, tweaking the nipples.

When she’d taken her fill of his kisses, she pulled away and sat her heated core against his abdomen, then tugged her negligee off over her head. Her breasts fell.

“You mentioned one time your fantasy,” Faith said, grasping her breasts and pushing them up and together.

Gabe’s eyes widened. “Umm, yeah?” he squeaked.

Faith smirked at her husband’s inability to talk. She leaned down, dragging her nipples across his chest as she reached for the side drawer and the tube of lube. She sat back up and held it in front of him. She flipped the cap open and waited until he opened his hand in front of her. She squeezed the tube, laying a line of lube on his fingers.

Gabe used those fantastic ab muscles she’d been licking to sit up. He grasped one of her nipples in his mouth while sliding his fingers between her breasts to apply the lube.

She fantasized about this too, but with the number of kids, sometimes they had to take the quickie when they could. Once he had her breasts slippery, she pulled her nipple from his mouth.

“Come on, babe, give me that cock,” she said, rolling over onto her back with a pillow holding her head up. She held her breasts up and waited for him to straddle her. Once his cock was between her breasts, she pressed them together, sealing him between.

He pushed until his head was sticking out, and she licked him. Seeing her big, tattooed man, putty in her hands as he slid his cock through her breasts toward her mouth had her pussy soaked. Gabe moved faster and then paused.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I don’t want to come in your mouth, woman,” he growled.

“Then take me,” she said.

Gabe moved down and slid his fingers through her cleft, easily sliding his fingers inside her.

“It seems that turned you on as much as me. Now,” he said and then thrust inside her. Just like every other time, her man knew exactly what to do. The way he thrust in her had her getting hotter. When he decided she wasn’t in exactly the right place, his arms bulged as he lifted her thighs high and wide.

“Love seeing my pussy take my cock, woman. Wanna do this to you for the next fifty years,” he growled.

Faith closed her eyes as her toes curled and everything tightened before her man had her exploding in bliss. She shook and barely registered Gabe yelling her name as he followed her over. He collapsed on top of her, leaning down to kiss her lips.

“Hell, babe, I think you pulled every last thought out of my head with that. You are a temptress.”

She smiled. Maybe he’d be tired enough to sleep all night tonight. Although the love of family and talking with a therapist had helped Gabe’s insomnia, there were still times when he struggled. They both had their imperfections, but just like they told their kids, perfect wasn’t what was needed. Hope and love were. She and Gabe had plenty of that to sustain them.

The End

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