Sunday Morning (Damaged #7.5)(25)
Cooper was a runner. If not for the fence around our rental home, he’d run out the back and keep going. I spent most evenings chasing him around the yard. Half of the time our new puppy, Mork, helped me corral Cooper. The other half, he tripped me so I couldn’t catch Cooper. The dog had some seriously shifting loyalties.
I tucked my blond baby into his crib and watched him doze off. Kirk soundlessly joined me in the room and took in the sight of our little guy. Cooper was a dream, and I was already cooking our second. Kirk swore this one was a boy too, and I was pretty sure he was right. Potential basketball team be damned, I’d keep popping them out until I got my girl.
Kirk and I shut Cooper’s bedroom door and retired to our own. I turned up the sound of the baby monitor before studying Kirk stretched out in bed. I admired the tattoos on his wrist with Cooper and my name.
“I’m sticky from the heat,” I said.
Kirk flipped through the TV channels for nearly a minute before his brain caught up with his dick.
“I should help you in the shower.”
Grinning, I hurried into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the water. Kirk was shirtless by the time he reached me. I sighed at the feel of his warm skin pressed against mine.
His fingers looped my shorts and slid them down. I giggled when his teeth nipped my butt cheek. Kirk stood up and tugged off my tank top.
“Let me look at these lovelies,” Kirk said after we stepped under the water.
My fingers went to his chest while his hands cupped mine.
“Jodi,” he said, teasing my nipples and sending unbearable heat to the spot between my legs. “How do I not spend every second of the day inside you?”
“You have a job and kid,” I murmured.
“That I do.”
I squirted soap into Kirk’s hand and then my own. We took turns washing each other until we were squeaking clean. I finished up by stroking Kirk’s thick cock. His lips sucked on mine as my hand moved faster. I didn’t stop stroking when he came. My mind was already imagining us in bed with him inside me.
Kirk stroked my nipples, and they were extra sensitive when I was pregnant. Squirming away from him, I hurried out of the shower without even drying off. I climbed on the bed and displayed my ass to him like a horny cat.
“In front of the mirror?” Kirk asked, his fingers sliding up and down my slit.
Facing a floor mirror, I took in the sight of all his tattoos on his tanned body.
Smiling at him through the mirror, I whispered. “I like watching you.”
Kirk grinned, but his expression was predatory. The man loved f*cking me. I didn’t blame him. I was an enthusiastic lover. All of those months wanting and waiting made me forever desperate for relief. The six weeks after Cooper’s birth nearly drove me insane. Kirk didn’t help by holding our boy shirtless. Seeing him so sexy during daddy duty left me in a state of heat.
“I love you,” he said, sliding deeper inside me. “Never forget you own me.”
Our hips found a painfully slow rhythm. I ached to feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of me. Kirk knew what I wanted without me asking. He always knew. It was why I loved him back in Chesterfield and why I’d love him until the day I died.
Forty minutes later, we stretched out in bed. I wrapped my leg over his and took in the sight of his sweaty forehead.
When I burst into laughter, he wrapped an arm around me and frowned. “What’s so funny?”
“Five years,” I said through my giggles. “You really thought you’d wait for five f*cking years to be with me. If you weren’t so damn smart, I’d think you were an idiot.”
Swiping wet strands from my face, Kirk sighed. “Those were the noble efforts of a delusional man.”
“Look at you getting poetic, baby.”
Kirk smiled at me, and I knew he would never leave me. We might grow old and the exciting newness of our love might fade. Our family would grow, and we’d struggle find time alone. None of it would matter. Kirk and I made sense despite all the rules saying otherwise. We made sense from day one and we’d make sense until our final breaths.
Epilogue - Jodi
Some days, I forgot the dump I came from. Robin and the Princess Farms Trailer Park felt like a bad dream. Each year, those memories faded. I was Jodi Johansson. I had a strong and sexy husband. We built our dream house where we raised our four kids. Kirk ended up with a dozen dogs running around our property. Cooper and our second boy Tucker trained them all. I’d stand on our huge deck and watch my guys playing with those big Rottweilers. They were a sight I never got tired of seeing.
I finally got my daughter. Unlike her brothers who always wanted to run and enjoy their independence, Bailey was a clingy baby. She followed me around everywhere. I ate up the attention. While the boys looked like their dad, Bailey was a mini-me. Even if she didn’t look or act like Kirk, she adored her daddy.
Whenever we went out together, Bailey sat on Kirk’s shoulders. She’d always give me a smirk because she was hot shit above the rest of us.
Tucker and Cooper looked so much alike, and I imagined them to be twins. Except Cooper grew up to be a smart, serious kid. Tucker never stopped running around laughing at every dumb thing. He wasn’t the brightest bulb in our family, but he was loyal to Cooper. Kirk said if he had a little brother like Tucker that he might have made bigger moves earlier in life.