Booty Camp (The Booty Call Series Book 4)
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I’m not a crier, but right now, my eyes fill with tears at this unexpected proposal. “Oh Grady, of course I will marry you.”
His smile is so bright, so true, that my heart could burst with happiness.
“Good,” he says, grabbing his pants that lay on the edge of the bed. He pulls out a ring. “Because I was really hoping you’d accept this.”
I’m shaking as he slips the solitaire diamond ring on my finger. The gold band a perfect fit, just like our bodies. Just like our hearts.
Epilogue I
Grady
One year later ...
When we decided on a destination wedding, we had to coordinate with everyone’s pregnancies and childcare. Apparently Hot Wheels Roller Rink became a hot-spot for baby making over the last year. My sister Kendall, Peyton, and Camille are all mothers now. Being an uncle is a highlight of my life, but marrying Mila is the icing on the cake.
The cloudless sky is blue and palm trees sway in the gentle breeze. It’s hot, but we are only a few yards from the ocean, so the breeze from the water keeps us cool. My parents are here, of course, and so are Mila’s. All of her friends from the rink have flown in and so have some of my buddies who I fly with. Twenty of us in all, and everyone is buzzing with excitement.
“Are you nervous?” Kendall asks, coming over before the simple ceremony begins.
“About what?” I ask.
Kendall rolls her eyes. “Of you know, getting married?”
I shake my head. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
“Good, because I’ll literally kill you if you hurt my girl.”
I snort. “Anyone ever tell you, you’re intense?”
She grins. “Max may have mentioned being with me is like riding a never-ending roller coaster.” We laugh and then she pulls me in for a hug. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, sis.”
The music begins, cuing everyone to stand as Mila walks down the aisle. She wears a long, white organza dress, the high waist giving plenty of space for her ever-growing baby bump.
That’s right. In four months, Mila and I will be parents to a baby boy. It wasn’t expected. But the best things in life seem to come when you least expect it. We were several months into planning our wedding when Mila showed me the test. Two pink lines confirming that our lives would never be the same.
Standing at the altar, I take Mila’s hands in my own. We recite the vows, slip rings on one another’s hands and with a pride like I’ve never experienced before, I kiss my bride.
The honeymoon suite was reserved of course, and when we step off the elevator, I pick up my wife and carry her over the threshold.
“My knight in shining armor,” she says.
I swallow the unexpected tears. I am Mila’s husband, the father of our unborn child. I will protect her and our son with all that I am, until the day I die.
“I love you,” I tell her, setting her on the ground. She’s not only my wife, but also my best friend, and the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
I undo the buttons on the back of her dress, letting it fall to the ground. I run my hands over her growing belly, the fact that she is carrying my child gets me so fucking hard.
“Today was perfect,” she says. She closes her eyes as I run my hands to her pussy, wanting to touch every inch of skin on my new wife’s.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her.
“Remember being here for Booty Camp?” she asks with a smile as I lead her to the bed.
“How could I forget? I took your virginity on this bed. I made you come for the first time, right here.”
“I sucked my first and only cock in this room,” she says with a smile.
“And I licked your pussy right here.” I pat the edge of the bed and raise a brow, smirking. “For old time’s sake?”
She laughs. The laugh that made me fall in love with her. She sits down obediently, and I kneel before her. The sweet scent of her cunt causing my cock to ache.
“God, I love you,” I tell her, spreading open her creamy thighs. “So fucking much.”
“Then lick my pussy, husband.” She runs her fingers through my short hair, guiding my mouth to her wetness.
I chuckle. “You never have to ask me twice, wife.”
Epilogue II
Mila
Five years later...
Grady watches from the sidelines as I instruct our three-year-old daughter Tabby in the center of the rink.
“I’m doing it, Mommy!” Tabby shrieks with joy. I’m glad Grady is on the sidelines, taking a video. Her dad is way too scared of the roller rink after falling on his butt one too many times. He says this is my domain, and I agree. Teaching our kids to skate has been such a joy.
Moments like this, where Tabby is moving on her skates, all on her own, make the terrible threes not-so-miserable. Most of the time she demands doing things without help, and the roller rink is the perfect place for her to test out her independence.
Lucas, our five-year-old, is lacing his skates when we come off the rink. He’s just learning roller hockey and his coach Logan, is a great guy who just moved to Lake City. So much better than Brad. God, I can’t believe I ever had a crush on such a creep.
“Can we get licorice?” Tabby asks as she skates toward her dad. “Please?”
I smirk, knowing she is like the rest of us gals who run this rink. We’ve all got a sweet tooth for candy.
“Sure,” I say as she sits on a bench and I help her remove her skates. “Go ask Auntie Camille for some.”
Tabby bounces away toward the concession stand and I ruffle Lucas’ hair.
“You ready for your first game?” I ask my little guy.
“A little nervous,” he admits. Like me, he’s more cautious and serious than his sister and dad.
“I bet some licorice will help,” I tell him.
He grins and skates over to his sister.
His coach walks over and Grady shakes his hand.
“Good to see you, man,” my husband says. “Have a good weekend?”
Logan groans. “Eh, it’s hard to find someone to date in this town.”
“Ever use the app, Booty-Call?” I ask, remembering how Camille swore by it. It’s how she met her husband Andre.
Grady laughs. “Babe, you can’t ask a guy things like that.”
“Why not?” I shake my head.
Logan chuckles. “I have, actually. But you know how it goes. Most of the time it’s all about a one-night thing.”
“And you’re looking for more?” I ask, leaning against Grady, warmth flooding me when he wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close.
Logan nods and grins at us. “Yeah, I want what you guys have.”
Grady smiles down at me. “Celebrating five years next week.”
“That’s awesome,” Logan says. “Hey, if you ever know of single ladies, hook a brother up, okay?”
“Will do,” Grady tells him.
Logan steps away to set up for the game and Grady turns me to him and pulls me in closer. I stand on my tiptoes and give my husband a kiss. Five years and I swear I fall in love with him more and more every day.
“We should go away for our anniversary,” he says against my lips. “Back to where it all began. The honeymoon suite in Miami.”
“Sure, but it won’t be for a booty camp.”
“No?” He cocks one brow.
I shake my head. “No. This time I’m calling it Baby Making Camp.”
Grady laughs. “You want a third?”
I nod. “I love making people with you.”
He pulls me close, whispering in my ear. “We don’t have to wait ‘til next week in Miami, you know, to try for baby number three.”
“No?” I lean in, loving the way it feels to be in my husband’s arms.
“There’s thirty minutes before the game. Don’t you have a key for the office?”
I grin. “Perks of owning the place.” I grab Grady’s hand, calling to Camille to watch t
he kids.
“No problem,” she says, giving me a knowing wink.
I pull my husband into the office, locking the door behind us, and grin up at him as he lifts me in his arms. “God, I love you.”
He chuckles against my mouth as he kisses me. “And I love your ideas.”
“I’ll remind you that Booty Camp was your idea,” I tell him, tugging at his shirt, loving the way my husband’s body responds to my touch.
“Yeah, I’ll admit that was my best idea ever.” His voice is rough with need, his hands roaming over my body. “But, Baby Making Camp is sounding just as good right now.”
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