by Tory Baker
“Leo,” I moan against his lips, reluctantly pulling back. I lick my own lips trying to get the words to come out in a way that conveys everything I feel for him.
“Oh no, you don’t. It’s written all over your face. You aren’t saying it first.” Leo’s voice is gruff, like he means business. I let the air out that I was inadvertently holding.
“What did you think I was going to say first?” I play along with him. He moves our bodies so we’re facing each other, cupping my cheeks in both of his palms.
“Funny girl, you were going to say you love me, and sweetheart, you have to know how much I love you already. Fuck what others might say, the shit that has been thrown at you, you’re mine, and that’s the only thing that matters. Tinsley Sutton, I love you.” He says those three words slowly, a breath a part, making sure I can see the meaning behind them.
“I love you, Leo.” My voice is low, barely above a whisper. My lips meet his, needing to taste him. Our tongues tangle. I’m on my back in an instant, Leo’s body hovering above me, my legs spread open, allowing his hips to settle between mine. The sexual headiness always burns this brightly between us. “I have so much I want to say, I could write a three-hundred-page book on what you mean to me.” The words tumble from my lips.
It’s a bone-deep need to be around Leo, to feel his presence surround me, listen to him talk about everything and nothing. The way Leo’s laugh comes deep from his soul, that he cares for his family with every depth of his being.
“I know you do, sweetheart. Now, you want to finish watching the news or maybe enjoy the hot tub?” He arches his eyebrows, knowing how I’ve been longing to make use of it, especially with Leo. The fantasies have been running rampant, him fisting my hair as he takes me deep. Leo swallowing my moans as he makes me cry out with pleasure, or me sucking his thick cock as he sits on the edge while the jets tease my clit, causing us both to go over the edge.
“I’ll beat you there!” I move from underneath him, Leo allowing it so he can watch me strip as I make my way to the back door. I can finally breathe. For the first time since my grandaddy died, I feel like I’ve found the place where my soul feels at rest.
Leo’s body fits to mine from behind, his skin against my own, the heat seeping from us.
“I think I won this time.” His hands engulf my breasts, causing me to tip my head back. My center is already achy and needy.
“We both win this round.” We make our way outside and take advantage of the hot tub and everything it has to offer.
Epilogue
Leo
Six Weeks Later
“What, do you have super sperm or something?” Tinsley says after coming out of the bathroom, a test in her hand. We both knew it was a possibility it could happen. I shrug my shoulders. I’ve got nothing to feel bad about.
“You can’t blame me for all of that. Maybe you have super eggs?” I joke back with her.
“One time, that’s all it took. I’m blaming your sperm, that’s all there is to it.” She’s acting like this is a huge deal, but I see the smile playing on her face. It’s all so telling.
“Come here, crazy girl.” Tinsley runs. I brace myself as she jumps into my arms, her legs clamping tightly around my waist.
“I’m so freaking excited. I mean, sure, it’s really soon, but we’re ready, right?” she questions.
“Fuck yes, we’re ready. Though this means no more using the hot tub while you’re pregnant.” I think back on the last time we had sex in there. She was bent over the ledge. Fingers gripping the side so hard her fingers were opaque. Her hair was wet, my hand fisting her locks, the other one holding on to her hip, keeping her steady. Her cunt was right in front of the jet, causing her thighs to tremble even though her knees were on the bench. When she moaned, “I’m coming, Leo,” she almost took me with her. I pulled out at the last minute, used the globes of her ass to thrust my cock back and forth, wondering not for the first time if she’d let me take her ass. Tinsley’s adventurous, but that’s not something we’ve talked about yet.
Her hand reached beneath her body. I thought she was going to play with herself while I got off while using her ass cheeks. She shocked me when instead, her fingers found my balls, rolling them around in her hand, tugging on them, trying to push me over the edge like only she can do. I let her hair go, both of my hands grabbed her hips, and I prayed she was already pregnant, or she’d get on birth control in the next week because there was nothing better than coming deep inside her pussy. That thought was what pushed me over the edge. I painted the globes of her ass checks with my cum before almost falling on top of her. I barely caught myself, but she used her hand that was just on my balls to move my body closer to hers.
“It only gets better, Tinsley,” I crooned in her ear, causing her body to shiver, and it wasn’t from the cool weather either.
“I know,” she whispered. We cleaned up shortly after that. I carried her to bed, where she slept heavier than Tinsley usually did. It’s what prompted me to pester her today until she took the test.
“Well, that kind of sucks, but on a brighter note, we don’t have to worry about birth control for the next few months,” she states. Her arms are looped around my shoulders, her smile shining brightly.
“That means I can come inside you every fucking time.” I move my hips so she can feel just what she’s doing to me.
“Yes, please!” I find that spot on her collarbone, kissing it first before traveling to her lips. I need this woman more and more each day. Adding to our family will only make life that much better.
“I guess I need to make that happen now.” We turn around, her still wrapped up in my arms as I carry her to bed, where we make love until both of our bodies are bone tired. My thoughts go back to her parents. If they hadn’t pulled the stunt they did, who knows what could have happened to Tinsley, the mother of our future children, the woman I know I’ll be hauling ass to the courthouse and marrying within the week. I think I can speak for the both of us that things work out for the best, and the Suttons are definitely spending a whole lot of time in a new house, a concrete and reinforced steel house, that is.
That last thought puts a smile on my face, curling into Tinsley’s back, falling asleep to her scent and warmth surrounding me.
Epilogue
Tinsley
Two Years Later
“Oh my gosh, this is going to be so much fun.” I take off towards the pasture where Raelynn brought in a yoga instructor. Raelynn and I do this for kids who need help transferring their emotions. We’ve seen it help leaps and bounds. Now, it’s our girl time while the dads of the group look on and watch the kids.
“Hey, girl,” Raelynn says, breaking away from the instructor. All of us girls form a circle, each of us wearing some type of workout clothes. I’m wearing an oversized shirt and leggings, something that would be easy to maneuver when I nurse Hallie. She’s just over a year old now, but weaning her has not been easy. Our pediatrician said to go with the flow, so that’s what we’re doing.
“Hey, girls! How’s everyone doing?” With a group this big it’s easier to address it all at once. All of us have gotten ridiculously close, probably much to our husbands’ dismay, or maybe not. I swear it gives them something to laugh at.
“Really good. I’m starting to slow down even more from work. Slade is in heaven over it.” Taylor rolls her eyes, but I see through it.
“We’re trying for another baby. I don’t know what I’m thinking,” Cam says. She’s the shyest in our group. We somehow managed to get her to open up when she’s around us though.
“That you and Easton make beautiful babies,” Kellie quips.
“True statement. I think Leo and I are on a permanent hold,” I reply.
“That’s because my beautiful niece refuses to get off the boob. Not that I blame her. I mean, look at your chest.” Giana cracks up. I arch my eyebrow at her, causing us all to laugh.
The instructor claps her hands together, letting us know ta
lking time is over, for now at least. She walks us through some poses until we get a grasp on those, then moves us to the more advanced ones. We’ve done this a few times throughout the years, yet I still lose my balance, laughing while doing so. Not even caring, I sit on my mat, sitting this one out until the other girls admit defeat.
“Can we just sit here and hang out with the goats now?” Giana asks. She’s still trying to get Drake to let her have chickens, something he’s put his foot down on. I think he’ll eventually give in.
“Yeah, I’ll bring them in now. Don’t tell Travis, but we have some babies coming in soon.” Raelynn let’s Larry, Moe, and Curly in. I find the food beside my mat, knowing if they don’t have something to snack on, they’ll eat the clothes off our backs.
“Please, he probably has the next batch of farm animals to adopt on hand.” Kellie rolls her eyes. Travis, being the town Sheriff, sees his fair share of animal abuse and is constantly rescuing the next animal that needs a home.
“He’s dreamy, isn’t he?” Raelynn questions no one in particular. I look up towards the front porch of her and Travis’s house. The guys are all up there, a beer in hand, our kids toddling around them or on their laps. I see the smirks and laughter playing on their faces. They should be used to our antics by now, but we keep them on their toes.
“Moe, bad boy. Bad, bad, bad,” Taylor admonishes, getting up in a flash. Moe has chewed on her shirt. He’s chasing after her as she runs to the gate.
“Raelynn, control your animal.” I fall on my back laughing my ass off until Curly takes that moment to plant his face above mine. He’s chewing and drool is starting to rain down on my face.
“At least you didn’t scare them into fainting this time.” Raelynn chuckles.
“I’m outta here!” I follow after Taylor. This has the guys doubled over in laughter as our goat yoga comes to an end.
Taylor and I make it to the porch, her going to Slade, me finding a seat on Leo’s lap. Our daughter is snug against his chest in a milk coma. I breastfeed when Leo is at work, but I also pump so he can feed our girl, and she loves that time with her dad.
“So, how was goat yoga?” he questions.
“I’m pretty sure you got the show of the century. Raelynn’s goats are crazy.” I make the cuckoo signal, causing him to chuckle before he pulls me in for a kiss.
“Hey, what are you doing for your anniversary? I know you guys didn’t go away this year with the little one still nursing, but are you planning on going when she does?” Giana asks after making her way over to the rest of us.
“Hopefully Fiji this summer. Mom offered to watch Hallie even if she isn’t weaned. Tinsley has been stockpiling, just in case. Why?” Leo asks.
“Just wondering. I think the group is talking about renting a house on the Jersey Shore, if you guys want to come with?”
“We’d like that. Are we taking the kids or leaving them with the grandparents?” I ask her.
“We haven’t figured that out. We kind of thought about bringing all the grands so they could vacation and maybe watch them a night or two.” Giana has a glimmer in her eye.
“Count us in,” Leo responds for us.
We settle in for the afternoon, all of us sitting around talking about the vacation and what we’ll do. This life we’ve created is amazing, that’s for sure, and we’re all lucky to have one another.
Want to see a scene from Serviced? Rowen and Braxton’s Story? Make sure you turn the page!
Bonus Scene
Want a sneak peek of Serviced from the Getting Dirty Series? Rowen and Braxton’s book is coming, and boy, does Bridger have something to say about Drake’s brother wanting his baby sister.
Rowen Jennings is off fucking limits, especially for the likes of me. It’s not even the eight years in age difference. The biggest determining factor is her brother, Bridger. I knew when I was at her eighteenth birthday that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. The way her eyes roamed over my body like I was her next meal. Of course, it didn’t help that she was wearing a barely-there bikini that had me licking my lips as her eyes heated with desire.
This moment has been building for three years, and now it’s time I buck the fuck up and make Rowen mine, even if it leaves a path of destruction in our ranks. She’s more than worth it.
And playing with fire has never felt so good.
Want to start the series? Easton, Slade, Travis, Bridger, and Drake’s stories are now available in the Nighthawk Security Series.
About the Author
Tory Baker is a devoted mother to her two children, who keep her busy with their abundance of energy and sports. She’s a dog mom to her Weimaraner, Remi and her beagle, Gunner. She lives in sunny Florida where she enjoys the sun, sand, and water anytime she can. Most of the time you can find her outside with a laptop on her lap, soaking up the rays while writing about Alpha men who love their women with everything they have to give and puts them first in everything they do with a guaranteed happily ever after.
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Also by Tory Baker
Spreading Christmas Joy
Mail Order Bride
Nailed
Doctor For Hire
Going All In
Getting What He Wants
Accidental Daddy
Love Me Forever
Gettin’ Lucky
It’s Her Love
Meant To Be
Breaking His Rules
Can’t Walk Away
Carried Away
In Love With My Best Friend
Must Be Love
Sweet As Candy
Falling For Her
All Yours
Sweet Nothings Book 3—Tory Baker
Loving The Mountain Man
Crazy For You
Trick— The Kelly Brothers
Nighthawk Security
Never Letting Go (Easton and Cam’s story)
Claiming Her (Book 1)
Craving More (Book 2)
Sticky Situations (Travis and Raelynn’s story)
Needing Him (Book 3)
Only His (Book 4)
Carter Brothers Series
Just One Kiss
Just One Touch
Just One Promise
Finding Love Series
A Love Like Ours
A Love To Cherish
A Love That Lasts
