Bonus Scene
LAWSON
I lay back against the pillows, one arm tucked behind my head, watching my wife without hiding the fact that my cock is already stirring once again.
The house went quiet for a rare length of time; both of our children were occupied with family, which meant neither of them had a reason to barge through the house, shouting about something or the other that absolutely could not wait.
Juniper is sitting on the edge of the bed, hair a mess from my fingers, shirt half on, and wrinkled from earlier. My chest still tightens every time I look her way.
She’s home.
Fuck, she’s my everything.
“You’re staring again,” she says over her shoulder, attempting to fix the buttons of her shirt. It’s a lost cause; I’ll be taking it off her soon enough.
“Always do where you’re concerned, baby.
” If ever there were a need for a cigarette, it would be right now.
Juniper wrung my dick dry, her cunt clasped so damn tightly around my length.
When she came, there was no holding back.
My woman took me right along with me, and I wanted it to last. Didn’t suck, far from it, and with the desire written on her face, I can more than tell she’d take me again.
“Are you okay?” She asks, crawling up the bed, placing her knees on either side of my hips, her wet core from our combined orgasm causes my dick to stir to life. It doesn’t help that the lips of her pussy glide along the underside of my cock once she’s settled.
“The kids are quiet, usually means something’s happening. Probably expensive.” Especially if they’re with one of their aunts or uncles, the light breeze from the open window doesn’t even carry their voices.
“Or dangerous.” She replies.
“Nah, Dad is out there with them. He’s got a few of the others. That’s why I said expensive, Mom in particular likes to cater to her grandbabies' every whim.
“Or both.” Juniper rocks her hips back and forth.
“Plant yourself on me, don’t move, want to feel you milking me, baby,” I grunt. No way am I ready to go again, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy her pussy hugging my dick.
“Again?” She asks, and I shake my head.
“Not yet,” my hand goes to her hips, feeling the silvery stretch marks her body adorns from growing our children inside her.
“God, you feel good,” she moans, her pussy rippling on my length as she firmly seats herself on me.
“Same goes, Juni.” My hand cups her lower abdomen, “You’ve been glowing lately.
” Her hands go to the tops of my thighs behind her.
I smile at her, really looking my fill. There’s something about Juni that never changed for him, no matter how much shit life threw our way.
We’ve remained steadfast, never wavering in our love for one another, a lot like the way Juniper holds everything together without ever taking credit for all she does around here.
“That doesn’t sound suspicious at all.” She raises an eyebrow at my statement.
“Just noticing you, is all.” My mouth tilts up in a grin.
“Lawson Johnson,” her playfulness makes my dick harder.
“I miss it.” My hand glides upward, cupping her tit, palming it in my hand, and rolling her nipple between my fingers.
“Miss what?” A beat passes, trying to say what I need to say without sounding like a damn caveman.
“Miss you pregnant, baby. Miss watching you nurse our babies and being in the middle of making them.” Juni holds my gaze, something quiet passes between us, she’s thinking, nah, she’s contemplating, and I’m pretty sure we’ll get started on trying for another one soon, so long as I can persuade her.
“You’re impossible to resist.” I grin, leaning in to kiss her sweet lips, lingering, a hell of a lot longer, wanting nothing more than to roll over, put Juniper on her back, and fuck my cum into her. Though watching her do the work wouldn’t be so bad either.
“No, Logan. You have to listen to the horse.” Jasmine says with a very tiny yet serious voice. I freeze my thoughts, my cock instantly deflating, the wind has drifted their conversation our way, and when I don’t hear my parents respond, I know it’s time to intervene.
“Shit, they’re in the barn.” I lift Juni off my aching dick, she gets a move on it, righting her shirt, tugging on a pair of jean shorts that cup her ass, and has me itching to palm her cheeks.
“With a horse,” I add, slipping a pair of jeans on, zipping them up, but not bothering with a button. I’ve got zero time to fucking waste.
“Jasmine is four, and she knows to be careful. We’ve taught her everything we know,” Juniper says once my fingers are laced with hers and I’m tugging her through the house. She stops to put on a pair of mud boots, and I step into my cowboy boots by the front door.
“I know that, apparently, she’s convinced she’s a professional too.” We make quick to get to them, Juniper by my side every step of the way.
“I am doing it, right. Jasmine!” Logan says with an insistence.
“You are not, you’re not listening to the horse.” We stop at the doorway. I look at my wife; her lips are pressed together, attempting not to laugh. Rightfully so, too. Outside the tack room is pure chaos.
Jasmine stands on the mounting block, holding a saddle, and her very patient pony waits for her.
“I’m going home,” Logan says with a stomp of his foot, pulling up short when he sees we’re standing there watching it all go down. “Oh uh, we’re in trouble.”
“No, you’re not, watch your sister, bud.
” My parents are nowhere in sight; I’m sure the kids told them they were going back to the house and decided to take a detour.
A conversation we’ll have later, after he learns that sometimes you have to sit back and listen to your older sister.
Logan doesn’t say a word; instead, he lets out a puff and watches as Jasmine struggles to lift the saddle up and over her pony.
It takes her a few times, and Juniper holds my arm to not intervene, but she gets it.
“I’m teaching him, Daddy. Did I do it right?” Jasmine asks, with sheer determination on her face. Christ, she’s beautiful, a lot like her momma with a force to be reckoned with.
“See that, darlin’. You’re doing great.” Juniper walks away from me to stand on the other side of the pony.
“That’s a big job, baby girl,” Juniper says with a softness.
“It’s important business, mommy,” Jasmine says with a proud smile.
“It sure is. Can I help a little?” Logan comes to stand next to me, my arm wraps around his shoulder, and I pull him into my leg. Juniper guides the saddle properly into place, “I think you can do the rest with Logan, right?”
“Of course,” she says. Logan is already three paces ahead of me, standing where Juni once was, and my woman tucks herself into my side.
“I wouldn’t mind doing this again.” I look down, my chest exploding in happiness. “All of it,” I shut her up with a kiss; no words are necessary in this moment. My wife is giving me another piece of her, and fuck do I love every second of it.