Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Mine,” I grunt just before I thrust all the way inside and connect us in every way possible.
She cries out, and I feel her nails score my back, but she doesn't tell me to stop. Instead, she squeezes her legs around my ass and pushes me even deeper.
“I love you,” I tell her again as I move in and out.
She gasps when I tilt her hips so I can rub on her clit at the same time. She’s so fucking wet that all it takes is a few pumps to get her to the edge. When she’s right there, I grind against it, and she goes off around me, pulsing on my dick.
“Fuck.” I bury my face in her neck as the base of my cock clenches and then shoots cum into her. It’s so fucking intense I see black spots in my vision, but I can’t stop. It goes on and on, and when there’s finally not a drop left in my body, I roll us over so I don’t collapse on top of her.
“Holy shit.” She’s out of breath and so am I, and then we start to laugh.
“Again?” I ask her, and she looks down at me with wide eyes.
“Already?” She pushes back on my cock, and I’m still so hard even though it felt like I emptied my soul into her.
“Mara, we’ve got a lot of making up to do.”
“If this is makeup sex, I might fight with you a lot.” She smiles before she grinds down on me and then moans.
“I’ll make sure you stay on my dick then.” I grab her hips and move her up and down, loving the feeling of our releases spreading between us.
“Deal,” she agrees before she bends down, and I claim her mouth in a kiss.
Epilogue
Mara
A few years later…
“Mara!” River’s voice bellows through the house in search of me. I can’t help but smile at the urgency in it. You'd think he’s been gone for a week and not only for part of the day.
He’s been out at the country house for some meetings with Cillian. It’s ironic how my fear was the two of them never getting along, but now they’re best friends and actually own a few businesses together. River once told me that he could never hate Cillian. Without him, I could have died all those years ago, and each time he sees Cillian’s scars, it reminds him of the sacrifices my brother not only made for me but for him too.
When it comes to family, River really does feel it all. He even senses things, and at times it reminds me a bit of my mom. It didn’t take me too long to piece together why my mom pushed the college thing and even put me up in the same building at River. She always has a plan and knows what she’s doing.
“Mara!” River growls this time, and his voice is closer. His steps move faster down the hallway as he pushes open one door after another.
We haven’t lived in our new home long, and I’m still putting our own touches on it. Once we found out I was expecting, River wanted us to at least have one permanent home that’s more settled. We hopped around a lot over the years, going on trips when we had a break from school. Or taking even longer vacations during the summer. As madly in love as we were and as much as I wanted us to start a family, I’d been hiding away for far too long, and River had so much he wanted to show me before he shared me with anyone.
It’s funny how the tables have turned over the years. Once upon a time, I was always expecting the worst and feared so much. Those days are long gone now with River beside me. I've become pretty fearless while he showed me the world and took me to places I thought I’d never see for myself. Life is full of all kinds of surprises. To understand the good, sometimes you have to feel some of the bad. So far, though, everything has been perfect.
“Honey!” I finally call out, showing the poor man some mercy. The door to the nursery swings open a few seconds later.
River stands there in all his glory. The suit jacket he had on this morning before he left is now gone, along with his tie. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and I can see the tattoo he got on our one-year wedding anniversary: the word bet in bold letters. It's something we always say to each other now when we’re in the middle of a face-off or challenge.
“Why are you hiding from me? Should you be on the floor like that? Have you eaten?” He fires one question after another. “Do you think they have pregnancy nurses like they do baby nurses? That should be a thing.” His brows pull together, and I already see him thinking about this business opportunity. I think he’s forgotten there are two guards on the front gate, but I’ll let that go for now.