other hand up to cup the side of her face, gently urging her to look at him.
"Sweetheart, I love you more and more every day. I love everything about you, including your stretch marks. I love that you love me enough to have my child, that you love Emma as much as I do, that—"
Casey placed a hand over his mouth and smiled down at him.
"I get it."
He could feel his face heating a little with embarrassment. He wanted so much for her to understand how she and Emma meant the world to him, how much he appreciated that they were willing to have his children so that they could all be one big, happy family, but the smile on her face held his words silent.
"I love you. Can you kiss me now, please?"
He laughed quietly as he lifted to his feet and pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss. It was Casey who deepened the kiss, Casey who wrapped a hand behind his head to hold him to her, and it was Casey who moaned in arousal.
He pulled away carefully to look at his beautiful wife, and, as was her habit lately, she wore that innocent, yet sexy smile that usually preceded demanding that he make long, slow love to her.
"Babe, are you sure? You look so tired, and your ankles are so swollen, and Emma's getting dinner ready…" He broke off when he saw the flash of hurt cross her features. Hell. That was the exact opposite of what he was trying to do.
"Casey. Look at me." When she finally lifted her gaze to his, he took a deep breath. He realized now that the words weren't nearly as important as his actions. He pressed a kiss to Casey's lips, running his tongue over her smile and then delving deeper into her moist heat. His cock thickened as he ran his hands over her body and undid the catch to her bra. Her heavy breasts spilled into his hands, and she moaned softly as he gently rolled his thumbs over the stiffening nipples. Her pregnancy had made them so sensitive that she moaned and held his head to her while he gently worshipped the tender flesh with his warm tongue.
Casey was whimpering and squirming by the time he stood up, lifted her in his arms again, and placed her in the middle of the bed. Carefully he stretched out beside her. He roamed his hands over her breasts and her belly, worshipping her with his touch, adoring her shape and the evidence of a life growing inside her.
He had a sexy, beautiful woman carrying his child and wanting to make love to him. What more could he ask for?
And then, Emma wandered into the room, wearing a sultry smile and stripping off clothes as she approached the bed.
He smiled. He was a very lucky man.
* * * *
25 years later…
His hands shook as he tried to tie the little black piece of material into something resembling a bow tie. "Damn it!" Two amused chuckles sounded behind him, and he glared at both of his wives in the mirror for a moment before laughing with them.
"You have no chance of getting that right today." Casey smiled as she stepped forward, tied the material for him, and then kissed him tenderly. "It's okay to be nervous. After all, it's not every day that a father walks his little girl down the aisle."
He smiled again even as his gut squeezed tight. Emma and Casey had been working hard for months to convince him that his eldest child, and only daughter, was happy and getting married for all the right reasons, but as her father, he wasn't so sure.
Emma stepped forward into his arms, and hugged him tightly. "Jase, she's a smart girl. She knows what she wants, and she goes after it. You know that."
"Em, I know she's old enough to make her own decisions, but I'm still allowed to worry about her."
"Of course you are, but now she'll have two husbands to worry about her too."
Yup, there it was, the one thing guaranteed to make his stomach clench with anxiety. Two husbands. His little girl was getting married to not just one overbearing, overconfident man, but two. Two husbands? Was the girl insane?
Emma pulled away, her face very serious.
"If you think for one moment
"Sweetheart, I love you more and more every day. I love everything about you, including your stretch marks. I love that you love me enough to have my child, that you love Emma as much as I do, that—"
Casey placed a hand over his mouth and smiled down at him.
"I get it."
He could feel his face heating a little with embarrassment. He wanted so much for her to understand how she and Emma meant the world to him, how much he appreciated that they were willing to have his children so that they could all be one big, happy family, but the smile on her face held his words silent.
"I love you. Can you kiss me now, please?"
He laughed quietly as he lifted to his feet and pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss. It was Casey who deepened the kiss, Casey who wrapped a hand behind his head to hold him to her, and it was Casey who moaned in arousal.
He pulled away carefully to look at his beautiful wife, and, as was her habit lately, she wore that innocent, yet sexy smile that usually preceded demanding that he make long, slow love to her.
"Babe, are you sure? You look so tired, and your ankles are so swollen, and Emma's getting dinner ready…" He broke off when he saw the flash of hurt cross her features. Hell. That was the exact opposite of what he was trying to do.
"Casey. Look at me." When she finally lifted her gaze to his, he took a deep breath. He realized now that the words weren't nearly as important as his actions. He pressed a kiss to Casey's lips, running his tongue over her smile and then delving deeper into her moist heat. His cock thickened as he ran his hands over her body and undid the catch to her bra. Her heavy breasts spilled into his hands, and she moaned softly as he gently rolled his thumbs over the stiffening nipples. Her pregnancy had made them so sensitive that she moaned and held his head to her while he gently worshipped the tender flesh with his warm tongue.
Casey was whimpering and squirming by the time he stood up, lifted her in his arms again, and placed her in the middle of the bed. Carefully he stretched out beside her. He roamed his hands over her breasts and her belly, worshipping her with his touch, adoring her shape and the evidence of a life growing inside her.
He had a sexy, beautiful woman carrying his child and wanting to make love to him. What more could he ask for?
And then, Emma wandered into the room, wearing a sultry smile and stripping off clothes as she approached the bed.
He smiled. He was a very lucky man.
* * * *
25 years later…
His hands shook as he tried to tie the little black piece of material into something resembling a bow tie. "Damn it!" Two amused chuckles sounded behind him, and he glared at both of his wives in the mirror for a moment before laughing with them.
"You have no chance of getting that right today." Casey smiled as she stepped forward, tied the material for him, and then kissed him tenderly. "It's okay to be nervous. After all, it's not every day that a father walks his little girl down the aisle."
He smiled again even as his gut squeezed tight. Emma and Casey had been working hard for months to convince him that his eldest child, and only daughter, was happy and getting married for all the right reasons, but as her father, he wasn't so sure.
Emma stepped forward into his arms, and hugged him tightly. "Jase, she's a smart girl. She knows what she wants, and she goes after it. You know that."
"Em, I know she's old enough to make her own decisions, but I'm still allowed to worry about her."
"Of course you are, but now she'll have two husbands to worry about her too."
Yup, there it was, the one thing guaranteed to make his stomach clench with anxiety. Two husbands. His little girl was getting married to not just one overbearing, overconfident man, but two. Two husbands? Was the girl insane?
Emma pulled away, her face very serious.
"If you think for one moment
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