I gasped and his hungry mouth found mine. His cock stretched me as I savored his thickness inside me. Our tongues dueled and devoured each other as if it was the last kiss of our lives. My lips were swollen when he tore away from me. His eyes gleamed feral.
“Ride me,” he growled. “Fuck yourself on me.”
His hands gripped the side of my hips; my fingers dug at his taut shoulders as I levered up.
His eyes squeezed shut.
I slammed down on him.
His back came up and his eyes flew open. “You’re so fucking tight, babe,” he groaned.
I rocked up and slammed back down, faster and faster. Our breathing grew heavier. The thick slide of his cock lit every nerve ending in my pussy. I rode him harder, gyrating my hips, driving my husband crazy.
I loved driving him crazy.
“Get there, babe,” his voice had turned guttural. “Get there. Now!”
I chased my orgasm but I couldn’t bring it home.
Then my back was on the couch and Colt was above me driving into me fast and hard. Knees hooked inside his elbows, my legs spread wide, he gave me what I needed, touched me where I needed, and I exploded and throbbed in exquisite pulses. He continued pounding into me until he wrung me out. Then he planted himself deep, jerked, and he grunted a groaned, “Fuuuuuck.”
Warmth flooded inside me as he continued to thrust gently. He lowered my legs, settling partially on top of me, propped up by his elbows.
“You okay?” he murmured.
“Yeah,” I mumbled dreamily, still caught in the lingering effects of my orgasm.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Don’t fall asleep on me now.”
I laughed, my lids heavy as I struggled to keep them open. No such luck. I was too content, too happy, too in love. Our bodies shifted on the couch and I snuggled into his familiar embrace and woodsy male scent.
“Every day,” I mumbled. “Rest of our lives.”
“What, babe?”
“I love you.”
Epilogue
Ten months later
Kate
“Hands in the air!”
I knew even before the last word left my mouth that my fugitive was going to do a runner.
Jerry Tucker stared at the Taser in my hand, smirked, turned around and jumped over the six-foot privacy fence.
Son of a bitch.
My first solo gig and I was failing miserably. I ran around the fence, glad I didn’t follow him over when I heard fierce barking over the barrier.
Six-foot fence equaled big dogs.
Most of the time.
I spotted my skip hauling himself over the other side of the property. Those dogs knew him. Tucker had planned his escape route meticulously starting from the window he had escaped through at his house. I huffed and chased him. He was fast, but I was faster. When he ducked inside a hardware store, I was right behind him. He raced down the cleaning supply aisle and pushed a woman toward me. I caught the lady, set her upright and continued to give chase. He slammed out the delivery exit and I followed him through it.
Tucker glanced back at me and tried to run faster but fatigue was slowing him down as I heard him cursing me from under his breath. I closed in, saw my opening, and tackled him to the ground.
He grunted as he hit pavement. I tried to weigh him down. Tucker bucked and dislodged me. I fell on my side, but I hooked him with my leg and, with my arms and his momentum, I rolled him under me twice to get him back on his front.
I sprang to a half-crouch over his body and yanked his arms behind him toward me.
“Ahhh! Fucking bitch!” Tucker yelled.
“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered as I took advantage of his momentary discomfort and slapped the cuffs on him.
He squirmed, struggled, and cussed me. I hauled him up. “Don’t try to run or I’m gonna tase you.”
He glared at me and spat at my face.
I hated, hated having to deal with bullshit like this, but I gave him a cool look and brushed the spit from my face.
I shoved him forward. “Move.”
My first few steps were unsteady, the ground shifted beneath me, cold sweat breaking on my brow.
My stomach roiled with nausea.
Ugh, I knew those fish tacos at lunch didn’t taste right.
A queasy groan escaped my mouth. Tucker stopped walking and looked at me, eyes alert.
“Keep walking,” I forced out. Bile rose in my throat. Shit.
Great! Perfect timing to have food poisoning.
“You’re looking a bit green there, Ms. Bounty Hunter.” He smirked. “Too much excitement for you?”
I didn’t say anything. I felt like puking.
Tucker’s expression turned triumphant as he stepped into my space. My world was spinning.
I crashed to my knees.
Shit. Too close to use a Taser.
Tucker’s smirk turned into a smile dripping with malice.
My vision dimmed around the edges as I waited for pain to hit me.
Then came the sound of flesh striking flesh and Tucker yelling.
I blinked my eyes, confused to see that Colt had a grip on Tucker’s shirt before he finished him with a jab that bloodied the other man’s nose.
“How …” I whispered.
Strong arms swept around me as I inhaled my husband’s familiar scent.
“I got you, babe.”
* * *
I should be pissed.
Colt had been stalking me on my job.
But after the debacle of nearly getting my ass handed to me by my fugitive, my outrage held no fire. We delivered Jerry Tucker to the sheriff’s office and went home. I was surprised my overprotective husband hadn’t insisted we go to the hospital.
He made a stop at the pharmacy, told me not to move a muscle, and I obeyed. We hadn’t really spoken much anyway. He acted as if he didn’t do anything wrong. I was trying hard to hold on to my annoyance that he had interfered in my work.
When he came back, he tossed a paper bag behind the driver’s seat, got into the vehicle and started the engine without another word to me.
The funny thing was, I wasn’t picking up anger from his side. He was way too calm after what had nearly happened to me.
I was surprised we weren’t greeted by the kids when we arrived at the ranch house.
“Where are they?”
Colt brought my duffel bags in and dropped them on the floor. “Matt and Grace have them.”
I smiled. “They’re crazy about Ellie.” Ellie, my almost one-year-old niece.
Feeling exhausted, I sat in the chair at the dining table. “Is there a reason they’re over there?”
“We need to talk,” Colt said in his no-nonsense tone. He remained standing, feet braced on the floor, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze locked on me.
“About how you interfered with my skip?” I asked sarcastically.
Colt gave a telltale smile. “Liv said you’d be needing my help.”
My brows drew together. “She knew I was going to get into trouble?”
My husband gave a curt nod. “Even if she didn’t tell me, you think I’m not gonna worry that you’re going after a known drug dealer with a history of assault and battery?”
“You never said anything when I decided to go back to bounty hunting,” I said, a tad confused. I understood where he was coming from and I had been prepared for his opposition to the idea.
“Because I wanted you to realize on your own what you really wanted,” he sighed and crouched in front of me, taking my hands in his. “These past two months, I’ve watched the struggle on your face every time you left for a job. You’ve done three with Frances—a total of two weeks you were away from us. It was hard, babe, but loving you meant believing in you, letting you be who you are, and knowing that you’ll figure out what’s right for our family.” His jaw hardened. “That doesn’t mean I won’t always watch over you.”
“Were you tailing me and Frances?”
“
No, but Murphy’s been keeping an eye on you guys. Keeps me informed.”
“Cam?” I exclaimed, surprised. “Frances doesn’t know this, I’m sure.”
Colt shook his head. “No, and you’re not telling her anything.”
“She thinks he’s too bossy. I don’t think she likes him.”
My husband only smiled.
“So.” He cleared his throat and took the chair beside me. “Is there something you want to tell me?” There was no use denying the growing sentiment that had taken hold over me ever since I returned to my job in fugitive recovery. Still, there was no regret that I tried it again because it only confirmed what I knew in my heart.
“Would it make me sound like a loser if I admit I don’t like this bounty hunting business after all?”
His eyes crinkled at the corners. “No. I bet if you didn’t have a sexy husband and two amazing children waiting for you at home, you’d still be out there kicking ass.”
“You think so?” I breathed.
“I know so,” he said. He reached for the paper bag and handed it to me. “However, I think there’s a more pressing reason for you to quit.”
I took the paper bag from Colt as if it held a snake because even before I pulled out its contents, I knew. Suddenly, all the clues fell into place like missing pieces of a puzzle.
“You started hating coffee a week ago,” he said. “And then the other day …”
“I didn’t eat the smothered pork chops,” I mumbled. “I’ve been craving cheese and tacos.”
“And,” Colt added, looking at me intently. “Your tits are heavier.”
It’s impossible. I was on the shot.
I stared at the pregnancy test boxes, overwhelmed at what this could mean. A burst of happiness displaced the anxiety in my heart, and I looked at Colt. “Are we ready for this?”
A devastating smile, love, hope, and adoration reflected in my husband’s eyes, I had my answer.
Five minutes later, we stared at the results.
Two pink lines.
Colt hugged me to him. “You’re having my baby.”
* * *
Two years later
Colt
Kate was on her knees, her head to the mattress and he was powering into her from behind. Bent over her back, one hand clutching her tit, the other working her clit, Colt pounded her pussy with ferocious intensity.
“Colt …” she whined.
“Shh,” he warned. “Take it all like a good girl or I’m leavin’ you hanging.”
When his fingers stroked her sensitized flesh, she cried out.
Shit.
He pulled out and rolled her on her back, slammed his mouth on hers and slammed back inside her and continued pumping. Spasms from her orgasm clamped down on his dick and he grunted, momentarily tearing away from her lips. He watched her, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, her thready moans making it so hard to hold back. Giving Kate an orgasm was the most glorious thing to behold. And fuck, holding back was futile.
Thrusting deep, he let go, burying his face in the tangled skein of her hair and the slender curve of her shoulder, muffling his roar. His release jolted up his spine and ripped through every nerve ending in his body, locking his muscles momentarily in its power. Then he shook in its aftermath, panting raggedly, a heady warmth enveloping them in an intoxicating afterglow.
He lifted his head with difficulty and propped up on his elbows. “Drunk on you, babe.”
Kate smiled, her eyes languorous. She opened her mouth to say something, but the crackling of the baby monitor broke their moment.
Colt chuckled. “Just in the nick of time.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I got it.”
He pushed back from her and knifed off the bed, picking up his pajama bottoms from the floor and pulling them on. His gaze never left her sexy form as she stretched and moaned like a satisfied cat. Fuck, he wanted to crawl back in bed with her.
The cry from the baby monitor reminded him it was wishful thinking.
Kate raised a brow. “Problem, Montgomery?”
“Witch.” He grinned. “Get you back later.”
It didn’t help that her muffled laughter shot straight to his dick. Three years later, everything about her still turned him on like fuck.
Shaking his head at his insatiable need for his wife, he headed for the nursery. When Kate got pregnant, Colt knew the ranch house needed to be expanded. He moved his family temporarily to the Annex while renovations were underway. They ended up tearing down the ranch house to put in a new build. A ten-thousand-square-foot Spanish ranch-style home. The master bedroom took over the majority of the west wing with the nursery right beside it. Josh and Olivia each had a room. Four extra guest rooms and a whole suite occupied the east wing. A huge kitchen was outfitted with industrial-grade equipment, and a carefully designed home theatre, perfect for Thursday movie night, was furnished with leather sectionals, recliners, and surround sound. At the rate their family was growing, all this extra room was strategic.
When Colt reached the nursery, he wasn’t surprised to see Sarge lying in front of the door. The dog split his nights sleeping in Josh’s room and the nursery. Boyd Carter was sentenced to twelve years in prison making it possible for them to legally adopt Sarge from the county.
He opened the nursery door.
Two cribs sat at opposite walls of the room.
One of his twins, Ethan, stood up in his crib.
“Hey, buddy.” Colt walked over to his son and lifted him up.
“Dadda …” Ethan babbled.
“You hungry?”
His boy pointed at Sarge. “Daw.”
“Yup, dog. His name’s Sarge, remember?”
“Daw!” Ethan repeated.
Cooing from the opposing crib called both their attention. He headed to the other crib and checked on his other son.
Gage was the exact replica of Ethan. They both had Colt’s dark hair and features, but their eyes were all Kate’s, from their crystal blue shade to the dark-rimmed irises. Gage was more laid-back than Ethan, preferring to spend his waking moments quietly babbling or cooing and reaching for his toes.
“Hey, Gage.”
He flashed him a toothy grin. “Dadda.”
“Ready for breakfast?”
Gage’s answer was to toddle up his crib. He looked at his brother, then looked at Colt.
“Need a hand there, cowboy?”
Colt glanced over his shoulder at Kate who was leaning against the doorframe. Though he could manage them both just fine, they were about to get invaded for Sunday brunch by their entire family. Taking their time was not an option.
“Sure thing, Goldilocks.”
* * *
The sound of laughter and lively chatter filled the dining room. Trent and Cassie were with their two-year-old son, Lincoln. They were shooting the shit with Mac and Lucas regarding the K-9 training program. Grace was with three-year-old Eleanor and talking to Millie and John. Josh and Olivia kept an eye on their younger brothers, enabling Kate to perform her hostess duties like brewing more coffee and serving dessert.
Colt sat back with Matt at the kitchen bar, pulling on a beer.
“Still can’t believe it, bro,” Matt said, his gaze on both sets of twins.
“Can’t believe what?”
“You going from zero to four kids in two years.”
Colt gave a short chuckle. “Me neither.”
“You guys doing okay?” Matt asked.
“Couldn’t be happier.”
His brother-in-law nodded. “I was worried there for a while when I found out Kate was pregnant with twins.”
“Yeah, you were pissed at me, remember?” Colt reminded him.
Matt grinned sheepishly. “I was a dick, wasn’t I?”
“I’m used to it,” he replied, angling his eyes at Kate’s brother and taking another pull of his beer.
Matt barked a laugh. “I haven’t apologized for going off on you … uh …”
“Callin
g me a selfish prick who only thinks with his dick?”
“Shit. Sorry, man, it wasn’t your fault.”
“That agency miscalculation turned out to be a blessing,” Colt said, nodding to Ethan and Gage. He refused to acknowledge them as an accident. That day they confirmed Kate’s pregnancy, he’d been ecstatic. He never thought he’d have biological children with Kate. Josh and Olivia had been enough. He didn’t think she wanted to become a new mother at thirty-eight. But because of the different experiments done on Kate and her genetic superiority as an Enhanced Soldier, the birth control shot’s efficacy was discovered to be ninety-five percent. Since she’d never had sex without a condom except with Colt, the efficacy of the contraceptive had never been tested. Doctor Ryan had since developed a special dosage for her. It didn’t stop the jokes around town about Colt’s super sperm.
“Four kids …” Matt repeated. “Planning on having more?”
“If it happens, it happens …” Colt said. “Although … no more twins, man. I don’t think we can handle another two at the same time.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” the other man said. “Looks like you’ve got perfect little helpers in Josh and Livy. They’re wonderful with Ellie. By the time you have more, they’ll be in their teens and be perfect babysitters.”
Colt imagined a family of eight. Shit. He shrank back at the thought and laughed. “No, I think we’re fine with the six of us.”
“What’s going on here?” Kate appeared beside him. “Are you messing with my husband again, Matt?”
“I was asking Montgomery here if he wants more kids. Another set of twins, maybe?”
Kate shuddered. “No way. Four kids are enough, right?”
Colt smiled at his wife. “Oh, come on, babe, just one more?”
Her eyes narrowed. “You know there’s a fifty-fifty chance we’ll get twins again, right?”
“Yeah.” Colt winked at Matt.
Her brother busted out laughing.
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