Series: Kristen Proby Crossover Collection
Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“If I’d known a proposal got you this turned on, I would have done it a month ago,” he says, tugging my dress over my head and cursing under his breath when he has me naked. “God, I love the way you look. Especially in the moonlight.”
“I have a scar,” I say, as he traces the line with his fingertip.
“It’ll fade,” he whispers before kissing it sweetly. “And it’s a reminder that you survived, Fal.”
“Yeah, I did.” I grin as my hand plunges into his pants, encircling his already hard cock. “And thank goodness, because I want to be able to do this for the rest of my life.”
I lean in and circle the tip with my tongue, then sink down, sucking hard.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, his hands planted in my hair. “Oh God, babe. I need you to stop doing that so I don’t come in your mouth.”
But I don’t stop, so he picks me up and sits with me straddling him.
“Tonight is not for that,” he says, pushing my hair over my shoulder. “It’s for this.”
He guides my hips up, and I sink over him, sighing in pleasure as he fills me.
His fingers tighten on my hips. He leans in to suck an already puckered nipple, and we move together under the stars, making silent promises to each other in the moonlight.
* * * *
“Did you get up early to clean up?” I ask as I sit on the deck with my tea. Noah beat me out here, a coffee mug in his hand and a smile on his handsome face.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he admits. “I think I’m too excited.”
“You’re sweet.” I set my mug on the table between us and take a deep breath. “I can smell the change in the season.”
“It’s chilly this morning,” he says and grins. “But you’re warm in that robe.”
“All of the gifts I got after the accident will come in handy all winter,” I agree, warm in my slippers and robe. The sun is just about to come up over the mountains. The sky is purple and blue, and I’m content in the knowledge that I get to watch this sunrise every morning for the rest of my life.
Suddenly, a bald eagle lands on the railing of the deck, surprising us both.
“Wow,” I whisper, and then frown. “Wait. Is that—?”
“It absolutely is,” Noah breathes. “Look at the beak.”
“It’s my eagle,” I say, leaning forward. “Hey there, sweet boy. How on earth did you find us?”
“They’re smarter than we give them credit for,” Noah says. “He likes you.”
The eagle watches me, tilting his head as we talk.
“I like you, too,” I say and hold my hand up for him to see. “You get to be the first to know. Noah asked me to marry him.”
The eagle squawks, making both Noah and me chuckle. Another eagle lands in the maple tree about twenty feet away.
“Looks like he’s got a sweetheart,” I say and smile at the eagle. “Good for you, buddy. Are you going to make your home here?”
He squawks once more and flies over to the other bird.
“Me, too.”
Epilogue
~Fallon~
Christmas Day
“I’m coming in there,” Noah says and barges into the bathroom.
“I can’t pee with you in here,” I complain.
“You’re not peeing on that stick without me,” he says, shaking his head. “We’re in this together.”
“Can’t we be in this together after I’ve peed?”
“No.” He kisses my forehead as I rip open the box. “Jesus, how many did you buy?”
“Four. Just in case.”
“In case there are four babies?”
I sigh. “No, in case one of them is wrong.”
“But it’s their whole purpose in life to be right,” he says. “Wait. Did you get the ones that say pregnant or not pregnant?”
“No, I got the ones that have a line or no line. We’re intelligent people, Noah. We can figure this out. Besides, aren’t you a doctor?”
He stares at me like I’ve just announced I’m climbing Kilimanjaro.
“I’m a zoologist,” he says. “I’m not a people doctor.”
“Still, you’re smart. We’ve got this.”
“Okay, pee.”
I scowl, unwrap the stick, pull off the cap, and shrug. “I guess I pee on this thing.”
“Great. Let’s do it.”
“Why does the girl have to do it?” I wonder. “I mean, it’s easier for men to aim.”
“Because I’m not the one with a bun in the oven,” he says with a laugh. “Come on, the suspense is killing me.”
I sit on the toilet and stare at Noah as he leans on the vanity, his arms crossed over his chest, watching me intently.
“At least turn around. I can’t do this with you watching me.”
He sighs but complies, turning his back to me.
“You know, we’ve been married for a year,” he reminds me. “I’ve already seen it all.”
“You haven’t seen me go to the bathroom,” I say and tinkle on the stick. “Let’s keep a few mysteries alive in our marriage.”