Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“I want you to take me to bed,” she says kissing me again. “I missed you.”
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather take you right now,” I say lifting her in my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist and my hands cradle her ass and carry her to my bedroom. “You’re going to be a great mother,” I tell her.
“You’re going to be a great father. I already knew that though. I’ve seen you with your sister.”
“I love you,” I tell her.
“I love you. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying that,” she says.
“Damn right.” I set her down on her feet at the foot of the bed. I strip her naked, slowly, relishing in each bit of skin that shows. When’s she’s totally naked, I stare at her. “I’m so fucking lucky,” I say before shedding my own clothes quicker than I ever have before. I worship her body with my hands and tongue before finally sliding into her. Home. She is my home. I fuck into her over and over until she screams my name. I feel her pussy clench around me and then I come inside of her.
I pull out of her and move to lie beside her, pulling her close to me.
“You know you’re marrying me don’t you?”
“Are you asking?”
“No. Asking implies that no is an option. You’re marrying me.”
“I’m marrying you,” she agrees, smiling up at me.
We might have a lot to work out, but we’ve got forever to figure everything out.
EPILOGUE
JANUARY
SIX MONTHS LATER
“So how’s it going?” February asks, munching on chips. I pull the phone back from my ear and frown before answering her.
“Smack much? Everything is fine. I am just laying down. I was sick with a cold this week and it has worn me out.” Being seven months pregnant and sick is not fun. It helps that my husband is usually underfoot, so I wanted for nothing.
“Sorry. I was super hungry and haven’t had time to eat yet. Where is your hubby?” Like she conjured him up he walks into the bedroom a frown on his face when he sees me on the phone. This man does not like my attention on anyone else.
“Just walked in.” I say giggling at his pouty mouth.
“Is he being a jealous baby again?” She asks, teasing him because she knows he can hear her. These two are like antagonistic brother and sisters. He gives it to her as good as she does.
“You know it,” I tell her. He rolls his eyes and moves between my legs. I bite my lip when he begins pulling my panties down. My legs spread automatically because my body knows its master. The moment the tip of his nose touches my clit I moan into the phone and then hurriedly hang up. “I got to go. Talk to you later.” I manage to spit out before his tongue takes a long languorous slide through the folds of my pussy. “Oliver.” I try to reprimand him, but it comes out as a mewl instead.
“Yes, wife?” Shit. I totally forgot what I was going to say.
“Oh God, that feels so good.” The baby picks that moment to kick which of course my perceptive husband doesn’t miss. He doesn’t stop what he is doing but he puts his hand on my belly and rubs it like he is soothing the baby. It doesn’t take long before his tongue is back in my pussy and he’s so good at it. He knows just how to make me come. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming. He moves back up my body and kisses me.
“On your knees, baby,” he growls while jerking his cock. My mouth waters, aching for a taste of him, but I do what he says. When he gets like this, it’s all that I can do. As soon as I’m on my knees, he slams into me from behind. It’s only been a few hours since he was last inside me, but it’s never enough. His fingers dig into my hips, and I relish in the pain/pleasure that he brings me every single time.
This is what our life is going to be like. I’m so glad he went searching with me. I went in search of my father, but what I found is the love of my life instead. That alone made the whole trip worthwhile. With Oliver, Natalie, Dad, and the baby in belly, my family is complete.
EPILOGUE
OLIVER
FIVE YEARS LATER
After the day that I’ve had at work, I need this. For five years now, I’ve run a construction company that I started with an old Army buddy. I had to deal with stolen materials for the third project in a row. I’m pretty sure I’m close to figuring out who’s doing it, but that’s not important right now because I’m looking down at the best sight I’ll ever see.