Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
After a flurry of activity, everyone is in place, and I’m standing under the archway leading down the wedding aisle with my dad.
“You look beautiful,” Dad whispers before he presses a soft kiss to my cheek. He adjusts my veil. Then like that, the two of us are floating down the aisle to the world’s most handsome mountain man.
Ace and I repeat our vows to each other, his voice growing thick with emotion as he talks. He slips the ring on my finger and presses the lightest kiss to my lips. “I love you, Mrs. Anders.”
“I love you too,” I promise as the pastor announces us as man and wife. I turn to our friends and family, feeling like my chest might explode from happiness.
This is the start of a new adventure with my mountain man, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.
EPILOGUE
MACKENZIE
“Have a great day, Kenya,” I tell the other woman as she leaves my old home. It’s not exactly my home anymore. Now, I’m using it as the set for my TV show.
Three days a week, the film crew comes to record the show. Since the launch, it’s been a smashing hit. Not just with American audiences, but globally too.
I enjoy knowing that I’m helping so many women tackle their home repair projects. The messages and emails I get are the best part. I love seeing the excited comments from women who are developing a deeper sense of self-confidence when it comes to their home repairs.
Ace is very supportive of the show, and he was even a guest star on one of the episodes. No surprise that it’s my most popular episode. Women around the globe love a hunky mountain man. Especially one that is as kind and caring as my husband.
His only problem with the show was the crew. We have a small crew of seven members. Originally, five of them were men.
He insisted the show should be an all-female crew to empower women. I knew what he was really doing. He doesn’t want me spending long hours around other men. But the network loved the idea, and somehow, we now have an all-female crew that helps me plan, edit, and film the home repairs.
As Kenya gets into her car, I move around my space, checking locks and closing the windows. Suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I’m not alone anymore. The thought sends a little thrill through me.
I know exactly who’s watching me from the shadows.
The moment I lock the door, I pull my hair free from my braid and shake it loose. The flowing tresses go everywhere. My hair is shinier now, and my skin glows. I wouldn’t have noticed except Ginger pointed it out earlier today.
We started talking, and I realized that I couldn’t remember the last time I had my period. She left and returned a couple of hours later with a pregnancy test she bought from the next town over.
I took it immediately, and to my delight, we’re growing a little life. I don’t know how far along I am, but I made an appointment with Dr. Cash.
Now so much is making sense, like the fact that my breasts have been extra sensitive, and I feel like I’m always on the edge of an orgasm. As soon as my hair is down, I unbutton my shirt and let it pool on the floor by my feet. My skirt is next, and I step out of it.
Goosebumps race across my skin as I hear a noise. The slightest sound of someone moving around. My nipples tighten in anticipation.
I run my hand over my fluffy stomach down into my panties, stroking my wet folds. I sigh softly. “If only my husband were here…”
There’s a menacing growl, and I have to work to hide my grin. He’s behind me in an instant. His lips are against my ear.
“You need something?” He asks as he replaces my hand with his, touching my pussy to find me sopping wet. I’ve been that way ever since I realized I was carrying his baby.
“I have to tell you something,” I whisper as he puts his thick fingers inside my tight channel. It’s been over a year, and he’s still so big. He always has to prepare me to take his massive cock.
“What’s that?” He finds that spot on my front wall. He strokes twice then I’m exploding against his hand.
I lose all sense of words, babbling incoherently about the pleasure he’s giving me as I ride out the orgasm. Before I can even come down from the high, he scoops me up and sets me on the kitchen counter.
He thrusts his massive cock into my aching pussy. I clutch his shoulders, taking him deep and screaming through another orgasm. It feels so good to be filled by him, and it feels even better now that I know I’m carrying his baby.