Chapter 41
Farrah
“It’s party day!” A bouncing ball of boy flies into our bed, scaring the daylights out of both of us. A soft meow follows him into the room. Whiskey doesn’t attempt to get on the bed, choosing to cuddle in the chair in the corner instead.
Knox groans. “The sun is barely up, bud.”
“Sorry, Daddy. I’m just so excited.”
Knox lifts the covers to invite him to snuggle in bed with us. He wiggles his little body around until he’s comfortable.
“What did you dream about last night?” I ask. It’s a question I normally pose at breakfast, but if he’s this excited, I’d imagine he needs something to keep his mind occupied.
“Dragons!” He goes into a long-winded story about how he wore a full suit of armor while riding the back of his red dragon. I thoroughly enjoy listening to him talk about his dreams. I have a feeling some of his stories are created after he wakes up, but I love listening to his imagination work.
By the time he’s squirming and ready to get up, Knox and I are fully awake.
We send him off to his room to get dressed for the day after a long discussion about whether he should put on his party outfit right away or wait.
The final decision was to wait until everyone is about to arrive so he doesn’t get it dirty.
Once he’s out of the room, Knox wraps an arm around my waist and hauls me into his chest. “Good morning, Princess.”
“Good morning.”
“Sorry about the early wake-up call.”
I shrug. “I don’t mind. We’ve got a lot to do today anyway, so it’s probably better to get things started now.”
He grunts, clearly not excited about all the work that’ll go into setting up Finn’s party. Gia and Gwen are planning to come an hour early to help, but there’s more to do before then.
“Come on, guys!” Finn shouts.
I giggle into Knox’s chest as he groans again, then pop a kiss on his mouth before I get up. “Come on, grumpy bear. We’ve got a birthday party to get ready for.”
* * *
“Damn, woman. You’ve been busy,” Knox murmurs into my neck.
The kitchen and dining room have been transformed into the coolest science lab.
I’ve designated spots for the food on the counter and made them to look like science experiments, and the table has been set up with little science kits for each kid to play with when they arrive.
I turn around and start to hug Knox’s neck, but he moves away. “Don’t. I smell like horse and sweat and who knows what else.”
I make a face and step away from him as he laughs. While we were having breakfast this morning, one of Knox’s ranch hands came in saying they were missing some cows. He raced out the door after a drawn-out apology kiss for leaving me to deal with everything by myself.
“Did you find the cows?”
“Mm-hmm. It’s the weirdest thing—the fence I just put up had been cut.”
I frown. “So someone deliberately put a hole in the fence?”
“Seems like it. I came back as soon as I realized. I was worried Alex might’ve done it to get you alone in the house.”
I shake my head. “I’ve been inside all day and haven’t noticed anything.”
Knox releases a long breath. “Good. My heart was racing all the way back.”
“He probably did that days ago, thinking they would get out faster than they did. He’s a city boy through and through.”
Laughter lights up Knox’s face. “Well, his stupidity cost me a day with my woman, and I didn’t get to help decorate for my son’s birthday. I’m also late to go pick up the cake and stuff.”
“It’s okay. You’re not that behind, and I managed to get more done than I expected. Gia and Gwen can help me with the last few things I need to do.”
“When are they getting here?” He makes himself a glass of water, carefully moving around my decorations. Whiskey winds himself around Knox’s legs. I’d pout at how much he loves my boys more than me, but I’m too relieved to see him as happy as I am.
“In about two hours.”
Knox nods. “Okay, I’m going to run up to take a shower.”
I smirk. “You want some company?”
“If I ever say no to that offer, kill me right then and there.”
I squeal as he lifts me over his shoulder.
“Where’s Finn?” he asks.
“Playing in his room. He didn’t want to see the decorations until they were done.”
“Thank god.” In a matter of minutes, Knox has us both stripped down and under the warm spray. He kisses me slowly, reverence in every brush of his lips. I’m drowning in the emotion he’s pouring into me. It’s everything I’ve dreamed of receiving from a partner.
“You’ve become irreplaceable to me, Farrah,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’m sorry I don’t have more to offer you, but what I do have will be yours until the end of my days.”
“You’ve given me everything I could possibly want, Knox. Just keep giving me you, and I’ll be happy for the rest of my life.”
“Done.” He kisses me harder, lifting me by my thighs to place the head of his cock at my entrance.
I’m tiny next to him, and I’ve yet to figure out how he makes himself fit every time we do this.
He takes his time, sliding the head of his cock up and down my slit.
I bite back my moans, overwhelmed with every notch he ratchets up my pleasure.
Then he’s filling me full. There’s always a moment of oh, shit, I can’t do this before the pleasure takes over and I’m out of my head with need. He bucks up into me with restrained groans. I love knowing I have the same effect on him that he has on me.
I gasp when he presses his fingers against my slippery clit.
“Hey, Daddy, do you know where my boots are?”
Knox and I both freeze, staring wide-eyed at each other. He clears his throat. “Uh, are they on the back porch?”
“Maybe. Have you seen them, Farrah?”
I roll my lips between my teeth to keep from freaking out. I’m literally impaled on Knox’s cock while his son is standing outside our shower. Thank god he’s got a solid curtain.
“I have not, buddy.”
“Okay, I’ll go look on the porch.”
We wait about ten seconds before we both let out a breath of relief.
“That was close.” I shake my head.
“No kidding. I’m on the edge of control.” Knox flexes his hips, making me gasp. He keeps thrusting, moving deeper with every push forward. I drop my head back at the way his cock hits me in all the right places.
“That’s it, Princess. Are you going to come for me? Is this pussy going to squeeze me so tight that I’ll have no choice but to come too?”
A whimper is all he gets in return. It’s too good.
He pinches my clit, and I’m gone, coming so hard there are black spots behind my eyes. His thrusts stutter as I do exactly what he asked and force him to come with me.
“Fuck, Princess,” he huffs, gently lowering me to my own feet. I’m a bit wobbly, but I manage to find my balance. I’m handed a soapy washcloth as he finishes the shower he came in here for in the first place.
We get dried off and changed into our clothes for the party. When we get downstairs, Finn is staring slack-jawed at the decorations.
“What do you think?” Hesitance lines my question. I hope it’s what he wanted.
Finn races over to me, hugging me around my waist. “It’s amazing. Thank you.”
“I’m so glad you like it.”
“Okay, you two. I’m going to pick up the cake and balloons. Do we need anything else while I’m in town?”
I gasp. “Juice boxes! Oh my gosh, I can’t believe we almost forgot drinks for you guys.”
“Good remembering,” Finn says with a relieved breath. “That was a close one.”
Knox laughs. “I’m on it. Text me if you think of anything else.” He walks out the front door to get in his truck.
“Okay, sweetheart. Do you see anything you think needs to be adjusted?”
Finn and I go over our decorations with a critical eye, making tweaks as we see them. As usual, he keeps me entertained the entire time we work together.
When we’re done, I grab us both a snack to tide us over until the party. We’re sitting in the living room when footsteps come down the stairs. I whip around, blocking Finn from the intruder.
I gasp when they come into view. “What the hell are you doing here?”