Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Epilogue
Big
I couldn’t stop staring at Landry’s round, perfect candy-apple-shaped ass. Fuck, she was reaching up higher, her body stretched out as she tried to get something off the top shelf.
Should I tell her I’d purposefully put the colander that high, because I knew she’d have to work for it and I’d get one hell of a show?
“Big, I know you did this nonsense,” she grumbled, and I grinned. “I can feel your gaze on my ass again.”
Yeah, my woman knew me.
The wind howled outside, the storm pelting shards of ice and snow against the windows.
I found myself walking up to her, standing right behind Landry, my fingers itching to touch her. I closed my eyes and inhaled, taking in her sweet scent. God, she smelled like spun sugar, that extra sweet cotton candy you knew would give you a toothache, but you just wanted to keep eating it.
I growled low, the sound leaving me on its own accord. I had absolutely no willpower when it came to her, absolutely no desire to control myself. And I knew she fucking loved that about me. She liked my hands on her, my cock deep inside her.
I didn’t stop myself from sliding my hands up to her waist, that little feminine dip that drove me crazy. I moved my fingers over her stomach, the slight swell of her baby bump making me feel extra possessive. And that was saying a hell of a lot, given the fact that I was pretty damn territorial over her.
She was only four months along, and I couldn’t wait for her to get big, her belly swollen because my baby was growing inside of her. I’d wanted to get her knocked up well before now, but I’d waited, controlled myself. I wanted to do things the old-fashioned way, make it perfect for her. So as soon as we got married, as soon as I had her in my—our—bed on our wedding night, I prayed like hell I got her pregnant.
Sure, I hadn’t waited to taste her until we were married, but fuck, a man only had so much self-control and willpower.
I leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, her skin warm and soft. I pulled back enough to move the hair fully off her shoulder, giving me an unobstructed view and access to her nape. I kissed and suckled at that sensitive skin on the back of her neck, felt goose bumps form along her skin. I slipped my fingers along her arms, feeling those little bumps, that little sign she was affected by my presence.
My cock was rock-hard, and when I pressed it against the small of her back, she let off this little moan. She dug her ass against me, and I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth.
“Do you want me?” she asked softly, almost teasingly.
I didn’t answer verbally, just gently bit the side of her throat as my response. She rested her head back on my chest and sighed.
“That answer enough for you, baby?” I ground my cock against her over and over again, the stiff length like a fucking steel pipe between my thighs.
She moved her hand between our bodies, reaching behind herself so that she could rub her palm up and down my dick. I was going to come if she kept that up.
“Come on, baby. Let’s take this to the bedroom.” I kissed the side of her throat. “Or I can just fuck you right here against the counter, like I did last night, and the night before that.”
She chuckled softly, but it was laced with arousal.
She turned around and faced me, winding her arms around my neck. “If you want me, I need you to do one thing for me.” She gently bit her lip, and my focus was trained on her mouth, at the supple, pink flesh that tantalized me.
“Anything you want, baby,” I said without hesitation. I’d give her the fucking world if that’s what she wanted.
She grinned seductively and rose up to press her lips gently on my mine. “Get me that colander and finish cooking dinner, and maybe I’ll let you have dessert.” Those words were brushed against my mouth before she gave me a smoldering kiss, pulled back, and smacked my ass before walking away, giggling as she went.
I growled low and braced my hands on the edge of the sink, looking over my shoulder at her retreating form, her ass bouncing slightly as she walked down the hallway. “Woman, you’re going to be the fucking death of me.”
She stopped and looked at me, smirking. “Yeah, but what a way to go.”
God, I fucking loved that woman.
The End.