Love always wins.
Xoe’s hips are rocking on my lap, her ass waking up my dick with each wiggle, and I squeeze her hip with my other hand to hold her in place.
“You know I want to make you feel good, baby girl,” I whisper against her shoulder, and she whines as she nods, seeking her pleasure as I dip two fingers inside before returning them to her clit. “I’m proud of you for seeking me out instead of touching yourself.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says on a gasp, moaning softly, and I can’t hide my grin as the room has gone quiet while they watch. Picking up speed, I listen to every panting breath, each little sound, and I know she’s close. I know what each of my older children sound like when they’re close to bliss, and I’m always happy to take them there.
A second later, Xoe arches, moaning louder as she soaks my fingers, and I thrust them inside her, moving in and out to help her ride the orgasm.
“Daddy,” she murmurs, breathing hard as she shifts on my lap, coming down from the high with a soft hum in her chest. “Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome, baby girl.” I tap her hip, helping her to stand up. She glances down at my lap, but I just smile and tilt my head toward the kitchen. “We need to start lunch soon.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she answers, her cheeks still flushed pink, her face glowing with love for me. “Will sandwiches work?”
“Sounds wonderful,” I approve, watching her as she bounces into the kitchen. I lick my fingers clean, enjoying her taste, but when I look back down, Heather is watching me from a few feet away. I have to chuckle as the blush in her cheeks tells me that more than just Xoe is feeling needy today. Moira’s words come back to haunt me, and I’m about to tell my girl she can get in my lap when I hear a car outside.
Standing, I adjust myself in my jeans, looking out the front windows to see Richter’s truck. The sight brings a smile to my face, a warm rush through my chest as I realize there are two figures in the cab of the truck.
He brought Skylar.
“Sweetheart, I promise I’ll show you my love later. But right now, I need to welcome Richter and his sister to our home.” Cupping Heather’s cheek, I can see the disappointment in her eyes, but she nods.
“Okay, Daddy. Do you need help?”
“No, but your mama would probably appreciate some help with lunch. Tell her we have two extra sandwiches to make.”
“On it!” Climbing to her feet, Heather flashes a smile before going to obey me. It gives me a rush as I move to the front door, glancing behind me to see who’s in the house.
“Casey!” I call out, but it’s Owen who looks up at me.
“He’s out back chopping firewood, Daddy.”
“Run and get him for me, okay, son?” I ask, and Owen seems thrilled by the idea of abandoning his schoolwork to run outside. He’s already on his feet and hurrying to the backdoor when I add, “Then you come back here and finish your studies.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he answers, his shoulders dipping a little as he shoves his feet into his boots and tugs on his coat.
I open the door just as Richter and Skylar are shutting their doors, and I feel my cock twitch as I see her.
She’s pretty. Very pretty, and I’m not surprised that some of her features resemble my own girls as she gets closer. The only thing marring her perfect face is a slight swelling of her lower lip, a shadow around it that might be a bruise.
He wouldn’t.
My eyes drift to Richter, and I can see he’s come prepared for a fight. Chest puffed up, back tense and straight, but I don’t give him the opportunity to confront me.
“Richter, Skylar, I’m so glad you came today. Come in,” I welcome them as I step back, holding the door open for them.
Skylar glances at him, and I can see some of the fire has gone out of Richter as he leads the way inside, his sister on his heels. Her eyes go wide as she sees the little ones on the floor, just like Richter’s did.
“This is your family,” I say, smiling warmly at her when she looks up at me. “And we’re so glad you’re here.”
Eighteen
Skylar
My family.
I take in his words, his smile, his demeanor, and everything I can in the single moment that I hold his eyes.
I don’t want Richter to get upset so I know that I can’t look anyone here in the eye for too long.
I take a deep breath as I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and shift a step closer to Richter. As of yet, he hasn’t made a move to let go of my hand. I’m his property—that’s just how it is with the Greene men.
But this Bryden, there’s something different about him. I can see Dad in the way he holds himself, with pride and strength, but that’s where it ends. No one in his home shows any signs of fear, nor do they look like they want to flee. The small children are all busy with their schoolwork, while the older ones closer to our ages, are helping them or doing chores. But they’re all chatting happily, and I hear someone laugh from deeper in the house. It seems so… normal.
How can he possibly be a Greene, then?
Richter gives my hand a squeeze and I steal a glance at him. He can see the uncertainty as it settles over me that, maybe, this man isn’t who he says he is.
“Wow, there’s a lot of you,” I finally say with a nervous smile. Richter squeezes
