Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“It’s something.” My response gets me one of her giggles that would bring any man to his knees.
“There’s that big grump I fell in love with.” I walk over and scoop her into my arms and carry her toward the bedroom. “You better not rip this dress!”
I drop her down onto the bed. “You’re putting leggings on at least.” I reach under and pull her panties off before I go for my own pants.
“Fine.” She huffs, rolling her eyes, pretending to be annoyed. She knows who she married and what she was getting.
“Lift it,” I order. “Over the belly.” I thought my wife was sexy before, but damn, seeing her belly has me hard all the damn time. Knowing I knocked her up satisfies something deep inside of me.
“Caveman.” She does as I order as I pull my cock out. I stroke myself, staring down at her.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” She’s already wet for me. She might be annoyed with my caveman ways, but I know it turns her on.
“Saint.” She wiggles her hips, lifting off the bed. Her body is ready for me.
“I’ve got you.” I drop to my knees on the side of the bed, burying my face between her lush thighs. Life doesn’t get more perfect than this.
Epilogue
Marley
Many Years Later
I glare at Clyde. “Why do you keep selling him all the Reese’s cups?” I huff. I’m going to murder my husband.
“I've got donuts.” Clyde smirks.
“You know what. I’m taking my business elsewhere.” I turn, stomping from the gas station. My sweet tooth is out of control today. Which leads me to believe that I might be knocked up again. If that’s the case, this is going to be our third and final one. I come from a giant family while Saint has no siblings. I know the highs and lows of only having one child to having a ton. We’re going to settle right in the middle. Our family will be big enough but not too big.
I drop into my cruiser before pulling out my phone. I glance around to make sure no one is around before I pop a few buttons on my uniform top and take a picture of my cleavage to send to my husband. I let him know he won’t be seeing these for a while.
I’m still the deputy of Winter Falls. I don’t really do patrol. Not that I ever really did. I’m more of the social services side of it. Not that we really have much of a need for it, but there are times it is needed. Saint can do his job from anywhere since he owns the company.
As much as I love my husband and being home with our little ones, I’m still a bit of a social butterfly. I can’t help myself. I enjoy getting out and saying hi.
My phone dings, and I expect it to be my husband. Instead I see it’s my sister telling me she’s back in town and headed to the diner for lunch. I shoot her a text letting her know I’ll be right over. My phone starts to ring, and I clear it before I pull out.
“Gorgeous. You answer when I call.” I gasp when I hear his voice come over my radio. I grab it off the holder.
“You creepy technology stalker. You stole all the Reese’s cups, and you think I want to talk to you?”
“I didn’t steal them. Come home and I’ll feed them all to you.”
“My cleavage and I are going to have lunch at the diner.”
“Mommy.” I hear my little angel’s voice come over the radio. “We can see you on the computer screens. Your dot is moving.”
“Cece.” Saint hushes her quickly. Like I don’t know he’s over there tracking me. He’s pretty much my backup. I know I never have to worry because Saint always knows where I am. It’s not like anything exciting happens around these parts, anyway.
“What’s cleavage?” she asks next.
“Whelp, you sound busy, and I have a date at the diner, so talk to you later.” I drop the radio back down, pulling into the diner.
“With who? Get your little ass home.” I hear growling through the radio as I’m getting out of the car.
“Aunt M’s!” My niece comes squealing toward me the second I’m out of the car. I scoop her up into my arms, giving her little kisses all over her face.
“Come on, ladies. It’s cold out.” Rowan motions for us to hurry along. His hand is resting protectively on my sister's very pregnant belly. “Is it only us?” he asks when we enter the diner.
“No, I’m sure Saint will be along with the girls any minute now.”
“Yay,” my niece says excitedly. “Can I spend the night?” I glance over her head to my sister, who gives me a nod.
“Of course you can, sugar.”