by Goode, Ella
“Have them.” Bells points to the table. “What else do they suggest?”
“They want to know where your husband is.”
Joy swivels the camera to Mick and me. I sweep everything into the case and place it back on the counter. Mick stays on the floor.
“I should just stay here. It’s better down here.”
“He’s sweating,” I confirm.
Bells starts to shake her head but is interrupted by a sharp scream.
“Oh my God!”
I think we all three say it. Mick scrambles to his feet. I beat him there by a mile, but I let him push me aside. Joy’s narrating for her audience. “It’s just a contraction, everyone. No need to be alarmed.”
“Sorry,” Bells pants. “I didn’t expect it. I haven’t had one in—oh my God!” She grabs Mick’s hand. Mick squeezes it back, and for a hot second I think everything is going to be okay. Then Mick gasps, turns white, and goes down. I leap forward to wrench Bells’ hand out of his grip while Joy films the whole thing. The medical staff comes in, places Mick on a stretcher, and rolls him into the corner. Joy hands me the camera before I can check on him. The birth takes a couple hours, but it flies by, and I barely remember the sweating, screaming, and crying that I did while Bells delivered her baby girl.
When it is all over and Mick has been revived and Bells is lying against the pillows giving the baby her first drops of milk, Joy leans her tired head against my shoulder.
“I want one,” she whispers.
“Me, too.”
Epilogue
Joy
“What?” I ask as I shove another cake pop into my mouth. I told myself I was learning to make cake pops at home so that I could make new content. I’m pretty sure I was lying to myself based on the amount I’ve already eaten. Cece is having the same problem I am. Neither of us can stop eating them. I am excited that we are knocked up together this time. Cece went and fell in love not long after Dane and I got married.
Dane’s eyes glance from me to our boys, who are sitting on the sofa watching cartoons at the moment. They are also eating cake pops. He shakes his head as he comes toward me. I’m sitting at the island in the kitchen.
The whole reason I picked this house was because of how open it is. It doesn't matter if you are in the kitchen, dining room, or living room; everyone can see each other. I was able to help design it, so it turned out exactly how I’d pictured it in my mind. We decided to build a home when I couldn't find anything I wanted on the market. I mean, the houses we looked at were all gorgeous, but none of them were exactly right. Then Bells started talking about moving too.
Mick and Dane hadn’t known what they were getting themselves into when they suggested buying land and building. Both of them had started getting irritated with all the open houses we’d been going to at the time. Bells and I had been so into the idea. More so because we could build next to each other. I love having them so close to us.
As crazy as we drove them and the contractors, it was worth it. It gave Dane peace of mind too. Every now and then he has to track down a skip late at night. It makes him worry less about us knowing his brother Mick lives right next door. On a dead run I think Mick could get to our house in a minute. I wouldn't be surprised if the two of them have tested this theory out and actually timed it.
Both of them made sure to put in crazy security systems. Dane can open his phone from anywhere in the world and see all of the downstairs with the cameras he installed. He also has cameras outside. These two are not messing around about our security around here. I think it also has a little to do with me accidently pissing off a motorcycle club when I went on a job with him once. That started his crazy obsession with keeping me safe. I don’t care where he puts cameras as long as it makes him feel better.
When he gets to me, he places a hand on my growing stomach and gives me a deep kiss that leaves me breathless.
“Don’t make yourself sick.”
I huff at his words. “Are you saying I’m eating too much?” He would never say that, but I still love poking him from time to time.
“No, I’m saying that last time you got a belly ache.” I did. I pick one of the cake pops up, offering it to him. He leans down opening that wonderful mouth of his and takes the whole thing in one bite.
“You like? This batch tastes sweeter.” I’m not sure why. I thought I did it the same as the last time.
“I know something that tastes sweeter.” He leans down, giving me another kiss. It’s like the last, leaving me breathless again. Why is he trying to turn me on right now? There is no way that he can do anything about it, considering the boys are on a sugar high. They need my eyes on them. This is when they get themselves into trouble usually.
“And that’s my cue to leave. I’ll call you later.” Cece snags a few of the cake pops and shoves them into her purse before she makes her way to the front door.
“Why do you do that to me?” I know he sees how flushed and turned on I am now. It never takes him much to get me there. More so since I entered my second trimester. With each of the boys I’ve been the same.
“Because I can’t help myself when it comes to you.” That mouth of his is all-around good. “Why don’t you call Bells and see if she can watch the boys for a little.” His suggestion makes the ache between my thighs grow worse.
“Boys. Get your shoes on. You’re going next door for a little.” I pick up my phone and text her. She responds in less than a second, telling me to send them on over. I would do the same for her anytime. They take off for next door, using the path that goes between our houses. Dane goes over to the window and watches them cross the field.
When he turns to face me, I know Bells just let them into the house. My nipples tighten. He always looks so damn hot when he’s dressed for work. He even still has the plastic zip ties in his pocket. He’s used them on me a few times. He doesn't like using them because I pull on them when I start to come, and it leaves marks on me. I rather enjoy seeing those marks.
Hell, I love leaving my mark on him too. Feeling the band of his wedding ring when he holds my hand or is slipping his hands up my body. I get off on it. Who am I kidding? When it comes to my husband I get off on everything. No wonder I’m knocked up again.
He’s on me within seconds. He lifts me into his arms and heads up the stairs with me. I nip at the skin of his neck before I whisper into his ear.
“I need that mouth, honey.” A growl-like sound leaves him. Before I know it I’m standing next to the bed. He pulls my dress off over my head before I know what’s happening. My panties and bra go next. He backs me up until I fall back onto the bed. He drops to his knees before throwing my legs over his shoulders.
I said I wanted his mouth, and he isn't holding back on giving it to me. The man knows my body all too well. When he thinks I’m about to come, he’ll pull back for a moment before he starts at it again. This time he doesn't play around. He gets me off almost instantly.
My orgasm is still humming through my body as he begins to thrust himself inside of me. I wrap my legs around him. He leans down, taking my mouth in a kiss as he stands on the side of the bed. I moan as I kiss him right back.
He releases my mouth to stand on the side of the bed. He loves having me this way. He watches his cock slide in and out of me. He grips the outside of my thighs, his fingers digging into me. Then he’s watching me and my breasts as they bounce. His eyes roam over me.
“Touch yourself,” he orders me. I let go of my hold of the blankets that I gripped. I bring one hand to my breast and the other to my clit. I make a show of it. His nose flares, and I know he’s trying not to come yet, but I’m not making it easy for him. “Sweets.” He growls my name.
My sex clenches down around him, knowing he just ordered me to come and obey his command. He groans out my name as he spills inside of me. My whole body is filled with pleasure. I let out a sigh when he slowly pulls out of me. I can feel some of his cum drip from me.
I let out a small
giggle when I see he’s still fully dressed. He’s only undone his jeans enough to get his cock out.
“The things you do to me,” he says.
“You love them.”
“Always,” he agrees as he helps me sit up. “Shower with me.” It’s not really a question. I follow him as he walks to the bathroom. He pulls me into the shower with him. We don’t come out until the water turns cold.
Never in a million years would I have thought this would happen. That my grumpy neighbor would turn out to be my soulmate. That he would make all my dreams come true. If you ask my husband, he’d say he knew it from the moment he saw me.
We both were cuffed for this love.
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Oh my loves! I know I promised you another book in October but I got slightly behind. There was a lot of stuff going on in October and I ate way too much Halloween candy because we didn’t have many trick or treaters which was a good thing in the end. I hope you are all staying safe and healthy this winter season. I’ve got another book cooking and I hope to have that out by the end of this month.
Stay well, loves!
Ella
