Tiger Mom (Killer Moms #4) - Eve Langlais Page 0,69

didn’t want to be teased anymore. Suddenly ducking and whirling, she faced him, grabbing his surprised face to plant a kiss. Her leg lifted and wrapped around his hip. It took a bit of wiggling from them both to get him in the right spot, and still, the angle wasn’t quite right. She was too short.

“Lift me,” she demanded.

A hand on each cheek, he complied. Finally, he fully sheathed himself. She sighed in pleasure as she felt every delicious inch of him. He stretched her, and she squeezed him. Slowly at first, he began to move, his hips making a thrusting motion. But gravity had her firmly planted on his dick, so all he did was grind deeper.

So deep, he hit a sweet spot. She clenched even tighter. And tighter. She rocked, bounced, moved against him, wanting more of that friction. More of that…

“Oh—” The scream started to erupt, and he caught it with his mouth. Startled her into panting silence as her orgasm rippled. Shook her. Wrung her with intensity that left her limp.

He panted just as heavily but didn’t drop her, although he moved quickly to the bed and collapsed on it, with her on top.

“I think I might love you,” she whispered, her cheek on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

“I’ve always loved you,” was his soft reply.

Exhaustion and satiation pulled them into sleep, a slumber without nightmares or sweats. It ended too early as they woke to the twins arguing at the foot of the bed.

“If it weren’t for me, we’d still be stuck.”

“If it weren’t for you, Father would have never kidnapped us,” Lin mocked.

“I fixed it.”

“You sent out a coded message to Grandma. Wooo. Hoo.” Lin waggled her head and sassed with her hands on her hips.

“I also found the evidence to have him arrested where he could get the help he needs,” huffed Mae.

“Help? What help?” Ted asked.

Mae turned, matter-of-fact as she said, “Father obviously suffers mentally, has a certain Napolean syndrome. With proper guidance, he should learn to control his impulses and not want to rule the world.”

Portia didn’t feel the need to point out that no amount of therapy would help Ronin.

“And just in case he doesn’t, I got his will changed to make us his heirs,” Lin boasted, the mic drop moment of the whole conversation that had them gaping.

“You did what?” Ted exclaimed.

“What’s the use in being his heirs if he’s alive?” Mae scoffed, only to narrow her gaze. “You better not be thinking of killing Father just because you like Ted more.”

“Of course, not,” Lin exclaimed. “But given he’s incarcerated and mentally incapacitated at the moment, an executor for his estate will be appointed. We’ll have some say in that.”

“With the right person, we could turn Father’s empire around into one for good,” Mae mused aloud. Portia wanted to groan.

Ted simply stretched, and the girls stopped arguing. But rather than eye his bare chest with interest like Portia did, in tandem, they said, “Hey, Ted, wanna play Mario Kart with us?”

It turned out he did.

And when the three of them had a burping contest later on, Portia had a cry in the bedroom. Happy tears.

Maybe it was time for her happily ever after.

Epilogue

Squeals of laughter drew her to the yard. A big one with trees and a swing set. Ted had insisted that they needed one, and a tree fort. The lumber for that had been delivered only the day before. Their dining room table even housed plans to put in a pool.

A few months ago, she would have laughed and said, “Why, who will use it?”

But that was before her girls remembered that they were still children.

Apparently, it took a grown man who’d never stopped being young to remind them. Portia leaned against the doorframe and watched her husband racing around the yard. They’d married in a very small ceremony where Joanna was her matron of honor, Marie walked he down the aisle and her sisters the bridesmaids, with her girls as flower and ring girl.

Given that they’d relocated to Texas, Ted wore only swim shorts now, his chest bare, his scars still vivid slashes on his skin—a reminder of his past. Like her mental wounds, they would fade over time. Already, she stressed less. She’d even relaxed enough the other day to have a nap in the afternoon rather than work.

She. Napped.

Ted could be directly blamed for her new attitude and ease with life. The man balanced her crazy.

And then there was the thing driving her crazy in a good way. Her girls, currently in one-piece swimsuits as they chased Ted with water guns, spraying him, Ted protesting and laughing that they were ganging up on him.

When he dove for the hose, the girls shrieked and ran away. He uttered a fake evil laugh and chased after.

It brought a smile to her lips. Such a good man.

My man.

Her hand dropped to her tummy, just as he turned to look at her. His gaze dropped. Then rose.

He stumbled to a standstill and mouthed, “Are you?”

She nodded. A good thing Joanna had agreed to follow them. She’d need the help. The house next door gave Joanna space while allowing her to still be a part of their lives.

While he was distracted, Mae snuck up and yanked the hose out of his hand, turning it on him.

But he didn’t care. He strode through that cold stream, smiling from ear to ear. He swung her into his arms, then around and around until she gasped, “I am going to puke on you.”

Setting her down on her feet, he eyed the girls and said, “You’re going to be—”

“Big sisters. We know.” Mae rolled her eyes. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”

“When can we tell him it’s twins?” Lin asked, eyeing Portia.

“Two babies.” He swayed on his feet.

The girls dropped their weapons and supported him, one on each side as they said in tandem, “Don’t worry, Daddy. We’ll help.”

His gaze misted as he said, “My girls.”

Portia’s was even damper as she murmured, “My world.”

The End

For the moment, that’s it for the Killer Moms, but you never know… I might just be tempted to see how deadly a Dance Mom or a Unicorn Mom can be.

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