His Alone (For Her #2)

“You look pretty, Mommy,” Penelope says.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” she says in return, her gaze coming to me. She is not fucking going out in that. I don’t give two fucks if it’s girls’ night and she and Mal will have two guards on them.

“What the—” I stop myself before I can finish my sentence.

“What the what, Daddy?” Pandora pushes, giving me a smirk. Little troublemaker. Paige walks over to the sofa and leans down to kiss Penelope on the head, and Pandora just giggles.

“I love your shoes, Mommy,” Penelope adds.

She can spend hours in Paige’s closet, trying on her heels. Sometimes she makes me sit in there while she does it. She’s going to keep me on my toes. Luckily, I have Pandora to keep an eye on her. And I’ve got Henry, Miles and Mallory’s little boy, as backup. He already gives the boys at the playground shit when they try to talk to my girls.

“Well, I think your dress is just perfect, my little princess,” Paige tells her.

Penelope smooths down her oversize dress. I think she might have more dress-up clothes than anyone has actual clothes around here.

“Blue really is my color,” she tells Paige, making me laugh.

Pandora just rolls her eyes, then looks at Penelope. “You better go change `cause Daddy is taking us out.”

Paige’s raises her eyebrows in question.

“Oh!” Penelope claps excitedly. “Another secret mission!”

“Secret mission?” Paige asks, taking a seat on the coffee table in front of us. My eyes go to her legs, unable to stop myself. Yeah, she’s not going fucking anywhere in that dress shirt or whatever the fuck you call it.

“Yeah, when you dress all pretty and go out with Aunt Mal, Daddy turns us into secret spies and we follow you around. Sometimes—” My hand flies over Pandora’s mouth.

“I have the cutest spy outfit, Mommy. Do you wanna to see it?” Penelope jumps up from the sofa, ready for a wardrobe change.

Paige narrows her eyes on me. I just shrug and let go of Pandora, who’s giggling behind my hand, knowing full well what she’s up to. That will teach me for not letting her have seconds of dessert.

“Girls, why don’t you give Mommy a kiss and go get your pajamas on before you start movie night?” Both girls do as Paige says, moving in for kisses and hugs.

“I’ll make pancakes in the morning,” she tells them.

“And bacon,” Pandora adds.

“That’s cute you think there wasn’t going to be bacon,” Paige tell her.

“I’m just double-checking.” Pandora puts her hand on her hip, and I shake my head. Paige grabs her, pulling her toward her, and starts to tickle her. Penelope steps back like she doesn’t want get to involved and chance wrinkling her dress.

“All right. Go change,” Paige tells them, sending them off down the hallway. Her eyes narrow on me again. “Something you want to tell me?”

She barely finishes the sentence and I’m on her, picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder, turning to head down the other hallway that leads to our room. When we got a new place, I made sure the kids’ rooms were on the other side of the house. My woman can get loud.

“Put me down, you caveman!” Her little fist bangs on my back.

“I have a feeling you wanted me to go caveman or you wouldn’t be trying to leave the house like this.” I smack her ass, then slide my hand up under the dress, feeling that she’s got only a thong on.

She moans, proving my point. She wanted this reaction, and she’s going to have to deal with it now.

When we get to our room, I kick the door shut, flipping the lock. I toss her on the bed and her legs fall open in invitation. I stare down at her. Fuck, how does she keep getting more beautiful? She’s so fucking perfect it hurts to look at her sometimes.

“As I see it, you have two options,” I tell her, as I start unbuckling my belt and pulling it from my pants. “You can either let me mark your pussy and you’ll wear my come all night, or you can change your outfit.”

“Mark me,” she says without any hesitation.

Her words come out breathy as I unbutton my pants. I pull my cock out, not bothering to take off my pants. I crawl over her and grab the front of the dress and pull. A ripping sound fills the room, and I give her an evil grin. The dress is destroyed. She gasps as she looks down at it.

“Oops. Guess you’ll have to change, too,” I say without a hint of guilt.

“You—”

I cut her off, taking her mouth in a deep kiss. I reach down and pull off her thong, the material no match for me. I want to get into her, and I’ll destroy anything in my way. My cock easily finds her drenched opening, sliding right in. Her body arches into mine, and her moans of pleasure pour into my mouth as I thrust into her. Hard.

By the time I’m done with her, she’ll be feeling me with every move she makes, and there won’t be a part of her that doesn’t smell like me.





Epilogue


Paige



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Another thirteen years later…

“I DON’T LIKE IT, Paige. Not one goddamn bit.”

Captain paces back and forth as I sip my latte and try not to smile. It’s late morning and the girls have just left to get their nails and hair done for the prom tonight. I’m watching him wear a hole in the wooden floor when I hear Miles come in.

“What’s he all worked up about?” Miles asks, leaning over and giving me a kiss on my cheek. He walks over to the coffeemaker, pours himself a mug and sits down beside me.

It’s a bit comical, us sitting here watching Captain pace as we sip our coffees.

“Prom,” I say by way of explanation.

“Ahh. I suppose Henry will be here tonight, too?”