by Harley Wylde
I pushed as hard as I could when the time came, and poor Ty’s fingers turned purple. He winced but didn’t utter a word of complaint. I had to hand it to him; I’d been a super bitch since the contractions started and he’d taken it in stride, murmuring words of comfort to me, even when I snapped back and threatened his manhood.
“You’re doing great, wildcat. Almost there.” He smoothed my hair back with his free hand.
I panted between pushes and glared at him. “I hate you right now. You know that, right?”
“No, you don’t. You love me, and as soon as Grant is snuggled in your arms, you’ll remember that.”
“One more big push,” the doctor said.
I bore down so hard I forgot to breathe and was rewarded with the sweet sound of my baby boy crying. Tears filled my eyes as I watched the nurse clean him up. When she settled him in my arms, the hours of pain and discomfort faded away.
“He’s perfect, isn’t he?” I said in awe as I counted his fingers and toes.
“You expected any less? I mean, look at his parents. We’re pretty spectacular.”
I smiled at him. “I’m sorry I threatened to neuter you.”
“Yeah, well, you’re still not allowed near any sharp objects anytime soon.”
“Do you want to hold him?” I asked.
He looked scared but held out his arms. I placed Grant in Ty’s arms and watched as he cradled our son against his massive chest. I’d never seen a more touching scene and tears sprang to my eyes. Ty was demanding in the bedroom, but I’d quickly discovered that when it came to me -- and now our son -- he was a big softie. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for us, and it made me love him even more.
“I love you, Ty. You know that, right?”
He leaned down and kissed me softly. “Love you too, wildcat. Deflowering the reverend’s daughter was the best thing I ever did. It landed me you and created this handsome little devil.”
I’d decided against breastfeeding, so the nurse handed Ty a bottle. I felt a twinge of envy that I did all the work, and he got the first feeding, but after I nearly broke his hand, I figured he’d earned it. As I watched father and son, my eyes slowly drifted closed, a smile on my face. I had more happiness and love in my heart than I’d ever thought possible. Who’d have guessed that the sexy, bad boy cop would turn out to be the man of my dreams?
Harley Wylde
Short. Erotic. Sweet.
Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.
When Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more.
You can find Harley online at http://harleywylde.com. Harley Wylde is the “wilder” side of award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith. You can follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/jessicacoultersmithauthor/ and Twitter https://twitter.com/kitcatjms.
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