“Why aren’t you freaking out?” she sniffles, looking up at me.
“The only thing I’m going to freak out about is if you say no to my proposal.”
“I don’t want you to marry me just because I’m pregnant.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “I asked you before I knew. And I’ll ask you again, and again, and again, until you say yes. You’re my best friend, Jo. You’re the only girl I’ve ever loved. And the only person in my life who’s really, truly loved me back.” I take her arms and wrap them around my neck, then draw her closer. “Say yes, butterfly.”
“Yes,” she says, more tears gathering in her eyes.
I pick her up and spin her around, kissing her hard, before realizing I’m squishing her. “Shit, sorry, did I hurt you?” I set her down and place a hand on her stomach. “Or the baby?”
She chuckles and shakes her head. “You’ve always been so protective of me, I can’t imagine how you’ll be with her.”
“Her?”
She shrugs. “Just a guess.”
I kiss her again. “We’re going to be a family.”
A real family. Not the shitty kind my parents showed me. I’ll read every book, make every sacrifice, do everything I can to be the husband Jo deserves.
“Think we can get out of here now?” she asks, arms still wrapped around my neck. Her voice urgent as she grabs her purse.
“You in a hurry or something?”
She laughs, her eyes bright. “Actually I just had something on my mind.”
“And what was that?”
She licks her lips in the way that gets my cock hard as hell. “It’s just that all day I’ve been dreaming about sex.”
Epilogue I
Luca
Three months later...
When I see her walk down the aisle, it’s impossible not to get emotional. Jo has always been my best friend and now she is going to be my wife.
Wife. The word carries so much. I will be more than her partner. I will be her protector, her lover, her book boyfriend come to life.
She looks beautiful, her baby bump just beginning to show, her tits bigger than ever, her curves accentuated in what she calls a mermaid style dress. I don’t care what it’s called, I’m mostly thinking about getting her out of it, out of everything - and making love to my wife, the mother of my child.
The bridesmaids and groomsmen are at our sides, and when Jo steps up to me, and I lift her veil, her eyes glisten with tears.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, but she shakes her head.
“Nothing, I’m just so happy.” She laughs. “And emotional.”
“You look beautiful,” I tell her, gazing into her eyes. I pull her to me, and kiss her softly, the audience claps in appreciation and I keep going, wrapping my arms around my girl, my hands squeezing her perfectly round ass. Her mouth parts and our tongues swirl together, a moan escaping her lips. She’s more than happy and emotional, she’s horny as fuck, and so am I.
I’m tempted to pick her up and leave before the ceremony begins, but the officiant clears his throat and tells everyone it’s customary to kiss the bride after the vows. We laugh, never having cared much for tradition. Instead, we care about one another. Making each other happy, fulfilled, whole.
However, I do want to legally make this girl my wife, so we do as we’re told. We exchange rings with hearts so damn full it feels like topping this day would be impossible.
“I now pronounce you as husband and wife,” the officiant declares. “You may now kiss the bride.”
I don’t need to be asked twice - I pull Jo into my arms. She may be the reason that all day I dream about sex - but now I dream about so much more with her. I dream about the life we get to share, forever.
The moment we end our kiss, thousands of butterflies are released into the air.
Jo gasps in surprise, tears springing to her eyes. “It’s beautiful,” she says as I wrap her in my arms, watching as the delicate creatures spread their wings and fly.
“Just like you,” I tell her. “Beautiful, just like you.”
* * *
Six months later...
I wake up with Jo on top of me ... literally. She has pushed down my pajama pants and is straddling me, naked, head to toe, and so fucking hot. Pregnancy suits her. She glows, her body curvier than it’s ever been before and it’s impossible to keep my hands off her.
Turns out, she feels the exact same way. “I need you to fuck this baby out of me,” she whimpers, moving lower and dipping her head so she can lick the tip of my cock, getting me hard as rock in five seconds flat.
“Are you using me?” I tease as she moves back up to straddle me. It’s the dead of night, moonlight filters through the curtains, and yet she is craving more of what she had before we went to sleep.
“I can’t help it, I’m so horny and so over being preggo.” She sinks down on my cock, my balls tightening as she begins to ride me. I run my hands over her tits, lifting myself up so I can suck them, but the baby belly makes it hard. Fuck, I guess I’m over her being pregnant too. I really want to meet our baby girl - and I really want to fuck Jo with abandon.
But she is more than willing to get it on right now. She rides me until she’s coming, her thighs slick with her juice, her moaning would wake up the neighbors if we had any. Thank god we bought a house a few months ago and left my townhouse and her apartment. The new place has four bedrooms, plenty of room for our growing family.
“I need more,” she moans as I come inside her creamy cunt.
“I guess you don’t just dream about sex all day,” I joke as she gets on her hands and knees. “You dream about it all night too.”
I smack her cute butt, then stroke my shaft, running my fingers over her juicy pussy, getting my hard cock nice and ready. I fill her pussy with my length, knowing that right now, all she wants is to be taken hard and fast. On my knees, I pound my butterfly, fucking my pretty little wife the way she loves.
“Oh, Luca, ohhhh,” she moans, resting on her elbows as I take her.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I tell her. “You’re so fucking hot it’s hard not to.”
“Me too,” she whimpers. “I’m so ....so .... ohh,” She collapses on the bed, her tits bouncing as she rolls on to her back.
I lean over her, leaving a trail of kisses from her pussy to her belly, to her tits, to her mouth. “God, I love you.”
“I love you more, but I think tonight is gonna be a crazy one,” she says.
“You want round three?” I grin, loving my wife’s horny little cunt.
“Um, actually,” she says, laughing. “I think my water just broke.”
“Shit! I thought you were coming an awful lot.”
We laugh in shock, knowing our lives are about to change in a whole new way. Our baby has been in a perfect cocoon for nine months ... and now she is going to enter the world.
We rush to the hospital, and I drive faster than I should because the entire time Jo is screaming through contractions, telling me she’s going to push.
“That’s too fast,” I tell her. “It takes hours to give birth.”
“I don’t know,” she moans, gripping the dashboard of the SUV. “I feel like ... oh God, Luca, I’m ... oh...” She lets out a cry that has me pumping the gas and the tires screech as I pull up to the ER.
I jump from the car, forgetting even to turn it off and shout that we need a wheelchair. Several nurses jump into gear helping my wife into the wheelchair and we fly down the hallway into a delivery room. There’s no time to call her doctor and instead, I focus on her. She is in active labor and by the look in everyone's eyes and the tones of their voices, it’s clear what’s happening. Jo is having this baby. Now.
I hold her hand as an ER doctor rushes in, washing his hands and pushing up his shirt sleeves.
He doesn’t even have time to introduce himself before Jo is pushing, before she is bearing down and giving birth to our baby girl.
Jo cries in anguish as she de
livers our daughter, but the moment she enters the world, time stops and Jo draws in a sharp breath, shaking with happiness, our daughter pressed to her chest, over her scare. The tears in her eyes, the smile on her face, it’s as if my wife’s heart has been made whole in an entirely new way.
And so has mine.
“Oh Luca,” Jo says, tears falling down her cheeks. “Posie is here.”
Posie is short for Mariposa, another word for butterfly.
I lean down, kissing my daughter’s head, holding tight to my wife’s hand, vowing to be the man and father my girls need for the rest of my life. I may not have had many role models when it came to seeing couples making it work - but I do have these two girls to fight for. Jo and Posie are my everything.
A.D.I.D.A.S. may have brought Jo and me together, but for the rest of my life, I will be doing more than dreaming. I will be making sure I am the protector, the husband, father, and friend that my wife and daughter need.
Epilogue II
Joanne
Three years later...
It’s a perfect park day, there isn’t a cloud in the sky and birds are chirping, the air is filled with shouts of children as they run around the playground. I lean over the stroller, checking on Sky, our son. He is sound asleep, thankfully, a soft cotton blanket tucked around his body - for once peacefully resting. He’s the opposite of Posie who was one of those angelic babies, sleeping through the night at six weeks. At six months, Sky is better than ever at getting our attention in the wee hours of the morning.
Thankfully Luca takes the night shift. Which is good because now that Posie is a rambunctious three-year-old, I’m worn ragged by the end of the day.
If any parent tells you they’ve figured it all out - don’t believe them. It’s a steep learning curve, just like marriage. Luca and I may have been best friends since we were kids - but he still surprises me.
Like today, for example. It’s our wedding anniversary - and he gave me a card at breakfast telling me that later we had reservations at Chez Martinique and a room at the boutique hotel next door. It’s as romance-novel worthy of a move if there ever was one. He even booked our sitter, Justine, to stay the night. Luca may have thought he didn’t know how to be an emotionally available man, but turns out, once he left his baggage at the door, he opened his heart to me in all the ways I ever wanted.
“What are you thinking about?” Luca asks, walking over with two iced lattes. He hands me one, kissing me first. “Let me guess, you’re in one of your A.D.I.D.A.S. moods?” The phrase has become our code word for sex.
I roll my eyes, laughing. “Maybe, but I was also thinking about how you’re such a good dad and husband ... how I’m so lucky to have you.”
He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me to him. “God, I’m glad you decided to conquer your fears and jump out of my plane.”
I lick my lips, looking up in his eyes. “And I’m glad you are always there to catch me.”
He shakes his head. “You don’t need catching, butterfly. You know how to land all on your own.”
I’d be lying if I said his words didn’t get me dreaming about sex ... but the timing is off. Posie grabs our attention by shouting for us over on the playground. We look over at our adorable little girl, long brown hair, chocolaty eyes, a smile that can melt any heart.
“Mama, Daddy, look at me!” She’s climbing a ladder, leading up to the highest slide.
“Oh God, Luca, she can’t do that!” I say, but before Luca can run over to her, she is on her buns, arms in the air, rushing down the silver slide, screaming with glee.
I exhale, reminded just how brave my little girl is, how like her daddy she seems to be. Tears prick my eyes, realizing that Posie’s just like her mama too. Falling in love with Luca meant taking a chance, a leap of faith. I conquered my fears, spread my wings and flew.
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About C.M.
C.M. Seabrook writes hot, steamy romances with possessive bad boys, and the passionate, fiery women who love them. Swoonworthy romances from the heart!
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About Frankie
Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
As a thirty-something mom to six who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.
She also believes in the power of a quickie.
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