Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“I love you, Dash.” She rocks her hips closer to where I need her most and I groan.
I reach between us and free my cock as I lift her up and slide her wet heat onto me. “Fuck, I love you too.” I groan again when the tip of my cock finds her hot entrance. “I need you.”
She hisses as I thrust in balls deep, and I kiss her to swallow her cries. My tongue moves against hers and my cock swells inside of her sheath. She’s so fucking tight that I have to wait a second for her to adjust to my size. Even after all the times we made love, she’s still gripping me like it’s the first.
“Goddamn,” I growl as I try to control myself. She’s clenching around me and rocking her hips, but I still haven’t caught my breath. “Slow down.”
She whines and, fuck, that makes it worse. I’m too on edge after that confrontation and I can’t hold out for her if she keeps doing that with her pussy.
Rocking her hips again, I bury my face in her neck and try to take a breath. She’s too hot, too tight, too fucking sweet. With one last clench of her pussy, I grunt out my orgasm into her and I feel her body tremble with desire. I reach between us and rub her clit as I hold her still and that’s all it takes to send her over the edge with me.
Is this what love is like? The inability to hold back and the raw need just on the surface waiting to take a breath? With Brooklyn in my arms I don’t know what else there’s left for me beyond this moment, but I want all of it with her by my side.
“I love you.” My voice is hoarse but she leans back to look at me. “You’re mine, you know that, right?”
She nods as I kiss her again, just because I can. “You’re my reward for going through all of this.”
“Your reward?” She laughs and the sound hits me directly in the heart.
“My sweet reward.”
Epilogue
Brookyln
Almost nine months later…
My finger slides back and forth against Dash’s wedding band. I can feel the tension in his body as I lean in to him. He’s trying to hide it from me so he can be the calm one. He wants to be strong for me when really he’s about to lose his mind with worry. It’s a big day for us because it won’t be just the two of us any longer. Our family is about to grow, and even though he’s excited, he’s worried.
“You want to play the name game again?” I ask. That will keep him busy because we need three boy names and three girl names to be completely ready.
“I’ll do whatever you like.” He places his hand on my very pregnant belly and I smile. That seems to be all of me these days since I’m carrying triplets.
“Do you wish we would have found out what we’re having?”
I thought it would be fun to wait. It made knowing how to decorate the nursery hard, but we went with a teddy bear theme so it didn't matter if we had all boys or girls. Deep down I feel like we’re going to have both, but I don’t know for sure.
“It makes absolutely no difference to me. They are our babies and that’s all that matters.” One of them gives his hand a hard kick and he scolds them. “Don’t do that to Mommy.”
It makes me giggle because none of them listen to him.
“You’re the one who put three babies inside of me,” I remind him. “I don’t think when you were told to make an heir they meant for you to make them all at once,” I tease.
“I put those babies inside of you because I wanted to.”
I snort a laugh at his stern expression.
If there is one thing I’ve learned about my Dash over the last few months, it’s that no one makes him do anything he doesn't want to do. He will always do whatever it takes to make me happy.
“Don’t make me laugh. I might pee myself.” He leans over, kissing me, cutting off my laughter. I sigh into his mouth and think about how much I love him. He would truly do anything for me.
“I’d give up everything for you. My last breath is yours. Everything I am is yours. I love you so damn much.”
My eyes sting with tears. “Now you’re going to make me cry.” His hand cups my cheek and I turn to kiss his palm. I feel the same about him. He’s given me a life beyond my wildest dreams.
“Don’t cry, Buttercup. I’m not sure I can handle your tears.” He’s going to be on edge until these babies are born today.