by Blake Wilder
I pressed the head of my cock inside as she shifted her position, lifting her knees to ease my path. I threw them over my shoulders to open her even more. She was completely at my mercy. Mine.
Our eyes met. I’m not sure what she saw in my face, but I realized I’d given the last fear away.
She cupped my face with a soft hand. “I don’t want slow and easy.”
My chest tightened at the thought of taking her the way I’d always dreamed of, longed for.
“And I want it all,” she added.
With every single lover in the past, I’d taken care, given the woman plenty of time to adjust to my girth, my length, even as I longed for hard and fast.
“Hope,” I whispered.
She placed a finger over my lips. “Are you going to give me what I want?”
I grinned. My kitten had claws.
“Or should I find someone else to—”
That was as far as she got with her taunt before I slammed inside her. Hope Connor was mine.
She screamed, but I took her at her word, gave her what she said she wanted because—God help me—it was what I wanted too. She urged me on, begging for everything I had.
I thrusted roughly as Hope’s fingernails scored my shoulders, scratching the skin. I was going to feel that tomorrow.
Then I realized she was going to be sore as well. Neither of us was giving the other an ounce of reprieve. We were claiming, possessing, taking, giving.
Hope’s hips lifted to meet me, her palms flat on the headboard above her head. She was using that placement not just for purchase, but as a way to move herself toward me to capture even more on every inward thrust.
She came once, but I wasn’t quite there. I couldn’t be. This was everything I’d ever wanted and I wasn’t about to let it end.
Her next orgasm was a mere second behind the first, but this time, I lost my battle to hold on. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around my dick and I filled her with my come.
No condom.
I figured it was a testament to just how deeply I’d fallen when I realized how disappointed I was that she was on the pill. Funny how getting her pregnant was a goal, not a fear.
I remained inside her as we slowly came down, both of us gasping for air. Then, reluctantly, I slid out of her wet heat, watching her face as I did so. My wits were starting to return now that I wasn’t blinded by that haze of sexual longing.
“Hope,” I said, praying I hadn’t hurt her, as I fell to the mattress next to her. “Sweetheart.”
“I love you,” she said.
My heart nearly exploded, too full of happiness to hold it all. “I love you too.”
She twisted on the bed, wrapping her arm around my waist, nuzzling close. “How long do you need to recover?”
I leaned back until I could see her face. “What?”
“I have a five-year-old son, Jake. We need to take advantage of times like this, when we can be as loud as we want to. How long,” she asked, her hand stroking my dick in a way that was pure minx, “until we can do it again?”
I placed my hand over hers, applying more pressure as the two of us stroked it together. “You keep that up and it won’t be long at all.”
Her smile was a lethal combination of sweet and sexy and totally Hope.
“Good. I have a fire inside me,” she murmured.
I chuckled at her joke when she squeezed my dick tighter.
“Lucky for you, I have a big hose.”
Epilogue
Hope
“Come on, Miss Connor,” Jake called from the bottom of the pole. “Slide down.”
Jake had been trying to talk me into sliding down his pole ever since the first day we’d met during the field trip. And while I’d taken countless rides on the firefighter, this was the first time he’d convinced me to try the real deal.
“Come on, Mommy.”
Jake was on duty tonight, so George and I were spending the night at his apartment above the station. It was a routine we’d fallen into over the past few months, splitting our time between my place and his. It was incredible how easily all the pieces had fallen into place.
George loved the nights we stayed at the station, helping Jake clean the trucks, sitting behind the wheel of the big tanker, the two of them pretending to race to fires.
George swore he was going to be a fireman just like Jake when he grew up and the more I got to know Jake, the more deeply I fell in love with him, the more I hoped George did grow up to be just like him.
I peered down through the hole, but I couldn’t see George or Jake.
“I thought you were going to catch me,” I called down.
“You’re not going to fall, sweetheart. Just grab tight to the pole and slide down. We both know you’re a natural at it.”
I giggled, grateful George didn’t understand the true meaning behind Jake’s words.
“Okay, but if I fall…”
I gripped the pole, wrapped one leg around it, held my breath, closed my eyes, then slid.
When I opened them again, I was on the ground. I saw George, standing next to Jake, who was down on one knee, holding up an engagement ring. Both of them were beaming, co-conspirators in the surprise.
I gasped. “Jake,” I started.
“Marry me, Miss Connor. Save me from this miserable life of bachelorhood.”
I laughed. “I thought you liked being a bachelor.”
Jake narrowed his eyes, but continued. “Give me a five-year-old son with…” Jake looked over and started describing George, who was cracking up at the joke. “With blond hair, blue eyes, a red-striped shirt, blue jeans, a scuffed elbow, and two?”
George shook his head and held up three fingers.
“Three,” Jake corrected, “missing teeth.”
I walked over to them, my gaze taking in the beautiful ring even as his words made me giggle, made me happier than I’d ever been in my life.
“I can’t live without you,” he continued.
I knelt in front of Jake, reaching over to wrap my arm around George, who leaned toward me, urging me to agree.
“Say yes, Mommy.”
“Yes,” I whispered, trying not to cry. Jake slid the ring on my finger, bending forward to kiss me. Then he stood, helping me up, as George let out a loud hoot. The two of them did a high five, acting as if they’d just won the Super Bowl.
“We did it, little man! We surprised her.”
George bounced with glee. “Can I call you Daddy now?”
It was a heartfelt request that took Jake and me down hard. I was a goner as I felt the first happy tear slide. I didn’t miss the way Jake had to swallow hard, then clear his throat before he could manage to say, “There’s nothing I’d like more, Georgie.”
“Can I tell Ike you’re getting married?” George asked.
We both nodded as George darted back to the bunk room, where Ike was repairing one of the beds.
Jake reached for me, giving me the kiss we both wanted. It was deep and long and passionate.
When we parted, we shared a smile. “Happy…” He paused a second before adding, “Mrs. Garrett?”
I loved the sound of that.
And him.
“Deliriously so…Big Hose.”
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About the Author
Author Blake Wilder loves to write sexy romantic comedies about guys with big egos, big attitudes, and big hearts. When she’s not creating dirty-talking heroes, Blake can be found buying shoes or going to country music festivals, where she sings off-key loudly to every song.
A lifelong resident of the midwest, she dreams of the day she can ditch the snow and run away to Fiji with a real life hottie. Until then, she’ll be wrapped in fleece and drinking coffee (which may or may not be spiked with whiskey) while writing about the fictional girl next door and her alpha hero.
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