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“You think any of them are going through stuff?” I ask.

My eyes squint. I’m scanning the throng of people in Wranglers and swing dresses along the hay bales outside the entrance.

“Everybody goes through stuff, Callie,” Brant sighs, reclining back on his palms. “You can’t actually believe anyone’s life is perfect. That’s just insane.”

Whether you’re dancing in the middle of a rustic barn where the lights are bright, or sitting on a hill under the dark sky in a worn-out pair of boots. It doesn’t matter what side of the dirt road you’re on.

The boots may have upgraded in this image.

But we’re still going through stuff.

Chapter 36

Brant

“How many kids do you want?” I pant.

I’m cupping Callie’s breasts through the material of her lace bra. She moans, her back plastered to my chest as she’s straddled over my lap.

The top of her dress is puddled at her midsection. My jeans and boxers are bunched around my thighs as she rocks over my cock. “F-four.”

I parked the Tacoma in an open field along the back road. The murky awning is enough to shield us in the bed of the truck. At least, that’s what we said to convince ourselves.

My hand slides to stretch her panties farther to the side. She reaches behind her, settling her palm on the back of my head.

“Do you want to make babies with me?” I whisper.

My lips part against her ear as she soaks me. She nods, her head tipping back in bliss as she arches. “I want all your babies.”

I softly wrap a hand around her throat. Her back bows more before my hands yank her bra down.

I release her ample tits, my brows creasing as she works me harder. I pinch her sharp nipples, connecting my lips to the nape of her neck. Nipping and kissing her as I whisper, “Little Brants and Callies running around a huge yard. Your garden lining the rear. You want that?”

Her pussy briefly clenches, and my abs scrunch the building pressure. “Y-yes,” she whimpers. “So much.”

“Gable end roof.” My lip lazily tips up. “Blue shutters.”

“Seafo—”

She cries when I tweak her stiff buds between my fingers. My nose drags along the tender slope of her jaw as I rasp, “I know what color you want. I’ll give it to you.”

“Mmph,” she moans, keeping her pace on top of me.

Her body begins buckling, and the tip of my cock strokes that divine spot inside of her.

“The yard. The kids. The house. The fucking,” I breathe. She smells like strawberry and flowers, the scent mixing with her sweet juices between her thighs. “Watching you with our babies? Fuck, Callie,” I pant. “I’ll lay you down every single night. Fuck this perfect pussy raw until you carry another baby of ours.”

Her nails graze through my short hair as she floats higher. I nip her earlobe as I roll her aching nipples once more.

She’s pumping her hips at lightning speed now. She chases her orgasm as I grit my teeth in caution. “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she chants.

I knead the swells of her tits in my palms, and then she comes undone.

Her drenched pussy spasms as she freezes in my embrace. She pulsates around me in desperation, and my palms skim her stiff body. They’re indecisive on where to go as her orgasm tears through her.

Her hips buck jaggedly, the carnal shocks eventually slumping her back into my chest. She ejects a harmony of reserved breaths, her chest heaving as she sinks down from the cloud of rapture.

I tap the side of her ass, signaling to her. She licks her lips to straighten up, flipping her hair over one shoulder as she rides me. My face contorts, lips parted as I lean my back against the frame of the bed.