Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 37136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
I clench around him hard enough to send him over the edge, and we hold one another tightly as our passions mix.
* * *
It’s not until I feel him pulling out of me that I realize that I’ve fallen asleep. He rights our clothes and holds me to him as he carries me out of the car and into our home.
Our home.
The thought makes me smile and snuggle more into him. The day I found out I was pregnant, I knew it was time to end the Auctions. I knew the life I had growing up, and I never wanted the same for my child. I was nervous to tell Leo, but I should have known better. He’s wanted this from the beginning, and he proved it today, if the ring he’s been carrying around is any indication.
As he carries me inside and takes me to bed, I let all the fear and anxiety melt away. This is where I want to be for the rest of my life. In his bed and in his arms.
“I love you, Leo,” I say, kissing his lips.
“I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that.” He kisses me passionately, and we make love and talk about the future all night. It’s the best day of my life and the first day on the road to our life as a family.
I may have gone about getting my happily ever after in a not-so-traditional way, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t get it.
Epilogue
Leo
A few months later…
When I hear the buzz for the gate, I look up from my computer screen to see a delivery truck pulling up at the entrance. I really should just build a guard shack at the end of the driveway to accept deliveries at this point. I don’t like how Samantha buzzes them in so easily.
Since Samantha has found out we’re having twins—a little boy and girl—the deliveries haven’t stopped. She has filled up a whole room full of stuff. I have a feeling I’m going to be donating a lot of things that have never even been opened. Not that I care. I love how excited she is about this. I never thought I could be this happy. It wasn’t even a year ago I was fighting her to spend her nights with me. Now we’re practically inseparable.
Once she told me that she didn’t think I wanted to be seen out with her because I was embarrassed. I showed her just how proud of her I was. I love putting my hands on her in public to let everyone know she’s mine. That I have somehow made one of the most powerful—if not the most powerful—women in Vegas fall for me.
To find out that we were both keeping our distance in front of others because we thought that was what the other needed was ridiculous. I told her we’d never go through that shit again. All cards on the table at all times, and it’s been that way since. Now we can’t seem to keep our hands off each other. At home or in public.
Since the Auction we've been spending a lot of time with the Cortez clan and a few other couples that found their own happily ever after. And babies seem to be coming from everywhere. Samantha has a silent competition that our babies will have the best baby rooms. She’ll definitely win if the winner is whoever has the most delivery boxes in a room. Or if she sticks that assistant of hers—who goes a mile a minute—on the task.
As I rise from my chair quickly in an effort to get to the door before her, I see I’m a few minutes too late. She’s still wearing the blue nightie she slipped on this morning after I woke her with my mouth between her legs, then flipped her over to ride me. Nothing seems to get me off more than seeing her perched over me, swollen with our babies, as she rides me. It might be barbaric, but I don’t care. To see the extent to which I’ve finally claimed her just does it for me.
At least she slipped on the matching robe, not that it helps much. She stares down at the delivery slips while the delivery man looks over every inch of her. It’s clear she’s fucking pregnant. How much more taken can she look?
“What the fuck are you looking at?” I bark, making them both jump. The man drops the box he was holding under his arm.
Samantha just shrugs like, yeah who wouldn’t look at me? I step in front of her. I’m starting to notice she likes to see my jealousy. I think it gets her off. Maybe after all the times I’ve played it cool around her, she now wants to play catch up. But in all fairness she never dressed like this before, and she’s more relaxed. The cold exterior she used to always show the world has been melting away each day, and I take pride that I’m the one causing the thaw. I’m showing her that she doesn’t have to hide. I love every part of her. No matter how dark those parts might go, I’d gladly go with her.
I go to move in front of her, blocking her from his view as he picks up the box.
“Keep it, and don’t fucking come back here,” I growl out before slamming the door.
“Hey, that was my breast pump. I need that.”
I turn to see Samantha with her arms folded, pushing her breasts up so they’re almost spilling out of the nighty. Her blonde hair is still wild from this morning.
I snatch the slip from her hand, tossing it to the ground before grabbing the front of her nightly and ripping it right down the center. Her gasp rings loud in the entryway as I crowd her, forcing her to look up at me with those dark blue eyes.
“If you think I’ll let others see you in this shit, I’ll destroy every one of them.”