He lifts me in his arms and carries me inside, sitting on the couch with me in his lap. “I’m so sorry, Ana. I never… I didn’t…”
I put my fingers over his lips to stop him. “I know. Grandma Ruth talked to me. But I think I already knew before she came to whoop me out of my denial.”
“I wouldn’t ever hurt you like that. Not on purpose. Yes, I was thrilled when I knew you’d be moving in next door. I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t partially why I sold the house to your grandmother, but I never in a million years would have used it to manipulate you into a relationship.
“I only hoped that by having you close, you’d see me, the real me, and realize that I could never in a million years hate you.”
I nod, “I do know that. If I’m honest, I’ve always known deep down. I was just scared of how strongly I felt for you.”
“Please tell me you forgive me,” he begs.
“Carson, love, there’s nothing to forgive. But if you need me to say it—I forgive you. With all my heart, I forgive you.”
I’m rewarded with a kiss. He kisses me with sweet strokes of his tongue. His lips soft and searching against mine. I return the kiss pouring every bit of my love into it. I pull away sooner than I’d like knowing that there’s something else we need to talk about before we move forward.
I don’t want him to think that I manipulated him into a relationship because I’m pregnant. That’s not what I’m doing, and I have to make sure he knows it. He tries to pull my lips back down to his, but I push away, standing from his lap. I wring my hands as I pace in front of him.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?”
“Nothing is wrong. I just have to tell you something before we go any further. I don’t want there to be any more misunderstandings between us.”
“You can tell me anything.”
“I’m pregnant,” I blurt. “I had to tell you before we dive back into our relationship. I don’t want you to think that’s the only reason I came here today. It’s not. I really do want you, I just-”
Carson stops my rambling by crashing his lips to mine. He falls to his knees in front of me and buries his face in my stomach. It’s so damn sweet, tears well in my eyes, this time I’m able to push them away.
“Pregnant,” he says with awe.
I giggle a little. “Pregnant. I just found out today before I came over… I wanted to know before-”
He stands from his kneeling position and kisses me soundly, once again cutting me off. I suppose this is his way of letting me know he never would doubt my sincerity. Our kiss transforms from one of sweet surrender to so much more. We’re saying how much we love each other with every caress.
The moment is perfect.
14
Carson
Pregnant.
I’m going to be a daddy. My heart couldn’t be any fuller without bursting at the seams. I love Ana with everything I am, and I’ll love this baby just as much. I pour everything into our kiss. All of my love. All of my desire. Everything.
I lift Ana into my arms and carry her back to my bedroom. I gingerly set her on her feet and continue kissing her. She looks up at me with hooded eyes, begging me silently for more. I undress her slowly as if I’m opening a much-anticipated gift. Once she’s naked, I lay her out on the bed, then strip my own clothes. She watches me, licking her lips as my thick cock springs free. Her thighs rub together, telling me she’s as needy for me as I am for her.
I crawl up her body, kissing every inch as I go. I lay a kiss on the top of her mound, but nothing more. She whimpers when I deny her, but that whimper turns to a moan when my tongue laves first one nipple then the other. I kiss each nipple in turn, then return to my journey to her kiss-swollen lips.
The moment our lips touch, she opens for me. Ana wraps her legs around me, rubbing her wet pussy against me. I almost give in and slide inside her, but I’m not nearly done with her yet. I trap her bottom lip between my teeth and drag them lightly over it until it pops free. She wriggles beneath me, desperate for more.
“Please, Carson. Make love to me, please don’t make me wait.”
“I need to taste you first,” I growl. “I want you on my lips before I come deep inside you.”
Her breath hitches. I know how hot dirty talk gets her hot, and I smirk at her reaction. “You want that, don’t you? You want my mouth on your cunt, licking up all your cream.”
“Y-yes,” she moans. “Please.”
I move between her legs, not hesitating to bury my mouth in her wet heat. She’s soaked, dripping with her desire for me. I lick and suck at her clit, thrust my tongue into her tightness. I lick down, down, rimming her asshole. She moans at the dirtiness of it, another thing she loves but protests by pulling my hair, guiding my face back to her clit.
I suck it into my mouth, lashing it with my tongue until she’s panting and moaning my name. I slide two fingers deep inside her, and she comes when I barely touch her g-spot. Her back arches, her head thrown back on a moan as she floods my mouth with her release.
I lick it all up, loving how wanton she gets when she’s lost to the pleasure. Her hands fisting my hair as I work her higher and higher. Finally, she collapses to the mattress as her orgasm subsides. I kiss her clit, smirking when she shudders. She’s always so sensitive after, and I love torturing her a little… but today I need her as much as she needs me.
I kiss her lips fiercely as I slide inside her. She returns my kiss, wrapping those long legs over hers around my waist. We move in perfect harmony. Reconnecting our souls into one. Way too soon, my balls are drawing up, begging to be emptied inside her. I reach between us, teasing her clit, wanting her to trip over the edge with me. Her pussy clenches me tight, and that’s the last I can take. My cock throbs, jerking inside her as she takes me over the edge into bliss with her.
We lay in a tangle of limbs as we both try to catch our breath. She rolls until she’s draped over my chest. She kisses my skin lightly as she runs her hand up and down my chest and stomach. Touching me like she’s been starved for it.
“I love you, Carson,” she whispers into the quiet of the room.
I squeeze her tight, kissing the top of her head. “I love you, too, Ana. More than you’ll ever know.”
Epilogue
Ana
I rub my slight baby bump admiring the dinner I’ve cooked for our friends and family. I can’t even explain how happy I am these days. The ring glitters in the fading sunlight, and I smile. Carson moved into my house shortly after we rekindled our relationship. Then as he likes to say, he had to make sure all those other motherfuckers know I’m claimed. As if being pregnant with his child isn’t enough. So of course, he put his ring on my finger. Not that I argued. In fact, I threw myself at him when he proposed. Then we had sex—all the sex.
It’s definitely going to remain one of my fondest memories. The front door closes, and then a set of strong arms wraps around me from behind.
“It smells wonderful, baby. Stop fretting over it. Everyone is going to love your food.”
That’s another thing that Carson has done for me. He’s built up my confidence in my cooking. He mentioned it to Amos—something I was not happy about—and Amos immediately demanded to taste my cooking. So, here we are, having a dinner party so he can taste test my food. I’m not as nervous as I would’ve been had it not been for my fiancé.
He’s definitely a good boost of confidence anytime I get stressed. One of the many examples is the first time my jeans didn’t fit. I cried, he pulled the too-small jeans from my body and ate my pussy until I was coming and no longer worried about what I wore. I tugged on my leggings, and we drove to the maternity store in the city and bought me a new wardrobe to grow into.
He really is perfect.
“I know. I’m not fretting. Just thinking,” I say with a shrug.
“About?”
“Life. How quickly things change. How very lucky I am to have you.”
“Heavy stuff for a dinner party,” he
teases.
I slap his arm for teasing me. He turns me in his arms. I sigh as he holds me close. “I love you, Carson. Thank you for making my dreams come true.”
“Even when I’m a bit high-handed like with the whole dinner party thing?”
“Even when.”
He chuckles. “That’s good because I don’t promise to not do this kind of thing in the future. I will always encourage you to follow your dreams. Especially the ones that scare you. When I’m beside you, you’ve got nothing to fear from the unknown. I’ll always be here to catch you.”
I stand on tiptoe and press my lips to his. Our kiss instantly ignites my desire. Something that’s been heightened since my pregnancy. I’m constantly hungry for Carson. Even during those first weeks when morning sickness plagued me, I still wanted him. I always want him.
Without conscious thought, I rub against him. His cock hardens, and I whimper, wanting him inside me. He groans, “Baby, we don’t have time for me to do all the things I want to do to you. They’ll be here soon.”
I grip him through his jeans. “We can be fast… later, you can be slow…”
He doesn’t argue. Not even a little. He just lifts me by the ass and strides through the house to our bedroom. He doesn’t even bother stripping us. No, he lifts my dress and pushes aside my panties, pinning me against the door, I dig my nails into the wood as I hear his zipper hiss open. The head of his cock slicks through my folds, testing to make sure I’m ready.
I’m always ready.
“Fuck, baby, so wet for me. This is going to be fast and hard. If I can’t go slow and worship your body, I’m going to fuck you like the naughty girl you are.”
It never fails; his dirty talk ramps up my lust and has me walking a tightwire without a single thrust. Then he’s inside me. Slowly entering me. Stretching my pussy until every inch of his thick cock is buried deep. He waits for a moment, letting me adjust to his size. It doesn’t matter how many times we do this. He’s always so big and thick that I have to adjust.
Once I’ve relaxed around him, he pulls his hips back and thrusts forward. Hard. He’s fucking me hard and fast, and I’m screaming for more. I nearly blackout when his fingers find my clit and start to rub. His other hand grips my hip tight enough to bruise, keeping me right where he wants me.
“You better come on this cock, baby. I can hear car doors slamming. If you don’t come, our friends are going to catch me with my cock deep in my fiancée’s pussy.”
That does it, I come with a scream. Carson’s hand slaps over my mouth as he fucks into me over and over, chasing down his own orgasm. I feel the warm wash of his release, and my pussy clenches around him. I love the feel of him inside me. I love how he fills me so perfectly every time.
He pulls out, and his seed trails down my thighs. I rest against the door, trying to catch my breath. There is a knock at the front door, and I giggle. I thought he was teasing that he heard a car door, but apparently, he wasn’t. He fixes my panties and zips up his half-hard cock. I lick my lips, wishing we had more time. Neither of us are close to sated.
“You get cleaned up, and I’ll let our guests in.”
I blush when I see myself in the bathroom. There is no way that they won’t know what we’ve been doing. My eyes are bright and shiny with excitement. There’s no hope in getting my hair back in its perfectly coifed braid. I unwind it and let it fall free around my shoulders. My dress is rumpled, but there’s not much I can do about that unless I want to change… I consider it but decide I don’t care. My friends won’t judge.
Heck, two of my three best friends are in the same honeymoon stage of things that Carson and I are in. Lani is ready to pop with her first baby… I have a feeling they will be having many children. She’s always wanted a big family, and I think Torin is in for his very own football team.
Margo and Amos are just as in love—they are really in their honeymoon stage though—they recently got married in a quiet ceremony for family and friends. It was beautiful, and exactly what I told Carson I want our wedding to be like. Unlike them, we aren’t in any rush to run down the aisle. Well, I’m not. Carson would drag me to the courthouse today if I let him. He’s excited to move on with the next chapter of our lives. I am too, but I kind of want to enjoy this chapter for a little longer.
“Analise Jameson,” Amos says, sounding angry. “You should have told me you could cook like this. You should be in the kitchen cooking the food, not serving it.”
My eyes widen in surprise at how vehement he sounds. I look over at Carson, and he has a shit-eating grin on his face. It’s the biggest ‘I told you so’ if there ever was one.
“I like serving people.”
He lets out an exasperated sigh. “You should be in the kitchen. Lucas put in his notice last week. His wife is ready to retire and wants to move to the city to be closer to their grandchildren. You’re hired.”
I sputter. “I didn’t apply!”
He spreads his arms out to the mostly empty table and the completely empty plates in front of all of my friends. “Consider this your resume. You’re hired, and I don’t want to hear any complaints.”
I blink at him, then laugh at his high-handedness. These men of ours are all bossy and high-handed, but everything they do is with love in their hearts. Amos sees me as a little sister, and he wouldn’t ever do anything he didn’t think was best for me.
“If you’re going to force me to work in the kitchen, I want a raise.”
Amos and the rest of the table laughs at my demand. “Absolutely. How does twenty-five dollars an hour sound?”
My jaw drops open, and I nearly choke on my own tongue. “That’s… I…”
“That is what I would pay any chef with your level of talent. You didn’t go to culinary school, and you could very well beat me in any cookoff. You’re getting the short-end of the stick by cooking at Burnt Sugar instead of some big fancy restaurant in the city.”
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere other than Burnt Sugar… it’s part of my family. It’s where I belong.” I squeeze Carson’s hand under the table.
When the few leftovers are bagged up for my grandmother to take home, and everyone is gone, I find myself back in Carson’s arms kissing him madly.
“I told you everything would work out,” he says smugly.
“You did. Maybe I should give you a reward for being so right…”
I pull my dress up and off and drop it to the living room floor. His eyes dilate as he looks me up and down. His eyes stop on my belly, and if he didn’t have such a heated look in his eyes, I might feel self-conscious about my growing body. I could never think he finds me anything but sexy with how he looks at me.
Carson lets out a growl and stalks toward me. I squeal and take off in a run toward our bedroom. I look around for someplace to hide, but of course, there is nowhere. Not that I really want to hide. My husband-to-be just likes the chase. Before I can decide which way to go from here, he has me swooped up in his arms and flat on my back on the bed.
“I love you, Analise Jameson,” he growls. “I want you to be Analise Moore. I don’t want to wait. I want you mine in all ways.”
The sincerity in his eyes does me in. “Okay. Let’s get married. I’m ready to be Mrs. Moore.”
With another low growl, he takes my lips in a searing kiss. We make love until we both collapse in an exhausted heap. He didn’t lie when he said he wanted to worship me. I feel worshiped and loved and completely and totally his.
THE END
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