by Nicky Fox
Tears stream down my face. He reaches out and wipes them away. I understand now. I can hardly believe my grandfather knew his grandparents. That means his grandmother posed for my grandfather. My grandfather is responsible for them meeting, and essentially Hunter being born. How crazy is that? This does feel like fate.
I also get where he was coming from. I know how much his farm means to him and if he almost lost it, I could see him going crazy. He's apologized multiple times now and even came all the way to Mexico for me. How could I doubt his love now? This man who loves his family and friends so fiercely. All my anger dissipates into the evening air. All I feel is love.
Hunter still seems reluctant to touch me. I make it easy for him and move over to sit next to him. I give him a small smile as I lean into him. My lips meet his.
"Lenora," he groans. His hands dive in my hair. We kiss in the middle of this restaurant in Mexico surrounded by strangers. It's perfect. "I love you so much, baby. I'm sorry. I'll never leave your side. I swear. Never. Please forgive me?"
I'm clinging on to his neck as his arms surround me. "Hunter, I never stopped loving you. I couldn't. I forgive you."
His tongue dives back into my mouth. I can taste the lime from his margarita. He kisses all over my face. "Lenora, my pin-up girl."
We don't stay for the main course. There's no place else to go but my hotel room. Hunter is staying with Carlos' cousin at his hacienda. I don't want an audience right now. We kiss and hold each other the entire walk to my hotel. We make a few stops along the way to make out in a few dark corners. His Stetson makes for a good shield against curious eyes.
At the hotel, Hunter closes the door to my suite and boxes me in with his strong arms. "God, Lenora. I've only dreamed of you, baby. You've haunted my dreams. I can't wait to feel your skin against mine." He spins me around so my front is to the door and my back to him. He slides down the zipper of my dress. I moan in anticipation.
Hunter leaves a trail of kisses down my back as my dress falls to the floor. He gasps when he sees I'm wearing a corset. "Oh. My. God. Sweetheart, is it my birthday? Have I died and gone to Heaven? Twirl for me baby. Let me see this." I do a 360-degree turn for him. His eyes hungry on my figure. He presses himself against my backside and moves my hair off my shoulder. Hunter kisses me under my ear and sucks on my lobe. I love it when he kisses me there. It makes me so wanton. I want him so bad I’m about to burst with need.
"You're going to keep this on for now, Lenora. This is going to be quick, but I promise we'll make it to the bed eventually and we can be tender there." Yes. I want him to make love to me right here, because he can’t wait another minute.
I rub against him like a cat in heat. "Fuck me, Hunter, now. Please. I've missed you."
"Yes, my love," he whispers in my ear. I place both my hands on the door and wait for him to take me. My black panties get ripped off my body, and then I hear him undoing his belt buckle. I spread my legs to get ready for him.
I feel his cock rub against me to spread my wetness around. He moans. In one swift motion, he thrusts inside me. We both groan in unison. I’ve ached for this moment. Hunter's hands come to rest under my breasts. He pulls the cups down from my corset and massages my nipples as he pumps. My head rolls as he eases my ache with his cock.
"Lenora, baby. You feel so good. My cock was made to fuck this pussy."
My hands bang against the door with his punishing thrusts. He grips one hip while bracing the other hand on the door. I moan, it feels so good. He senses I'm close and picks up the pace. Then the wave hits me. I scream out his name over and over again. He roars his release. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. That's when I feel him fill me. Hunter's thrusts become erratic and profound. He stills and drops his head on top of mine. We’re both trying to catch our breath.
"Fuck. We need to have makeup sex more often. That was so hot. Now, let's finish fucking all over this room and order room service. What say you?" Hunter pants.
I move under his arm and out of his grasp. I walk backward to the dining table unhooking my corset in the process. When it drops to the floor, I lay down on the table and spread my legs. "Eating in it is." He stalks over to me.
We have sex all night, all over the hotel suite. After a quickie in the shower, we finally make it to the bed. We're laying down on our sides facing each other stroking. I still can't believe he's here. I have a few questions, though.
"Was that realtor your girlfriend?" Lenora's gorgeous green eyes implore me with an answer I don't want to give.
"She was. But it was a while ago before you and I ever met. It's been over since then. She's only a friend and occasionally my realtor. I've been with no one else since you."
"Okay." She smiles shyly up at me. I just want to kiss her all the time. I want to kiss this woman for the rest of my life. "Is everything okay with your farm now?"
"Yes, baby." I rub her cheek with my thumb. "Everything is squared, and I'm back on track. It's going to pick up shortly with spring upon us. I would love it if you moved in with me? I want you sleeping in my bed." I kiss her sweet lips. She gives me a small gasp.
"Are you sure, Hunter? I mean we just got back together. I don't know. It's too soon." She places her palm on my chest. I grab her hip and bring her flush against me.
"Baby, I don't know about you, but I'm ready for this life together. I want you in my bed, with my ring on you. I want you barefoot and pregnant in my kitchen. I want it all. Let's get married." I kiss down her neck and move on top of her. When I slide inside her, she finally starts to breathe again. I know exactly what she needs because I need it too. This connection between us.
Tears stream down her face. "Hunter." She grips the side of my head and brings me down to those lips I can't stop kissing.
"What do you say, sweetheart? Will you marry me?" I thrust hard on the last word. She moans and grips my arms.
"Yes. Hunter. Yes."
My life has just been made.
When I came to Mexico, I didn't expect to have a fiancé by the time I got back to the states. I wouldn't have it any other way. We fly home the next day. Carlos decided to stay with his family in Mexico a little longer. He congratulated us. He also phoned Mariel with us there and told her the news. She was yelling hallelujah over the phone. Lenora and I just laughed. We called all the rest of our friends and family from the airport and told them the good news. Lenora's mother cried and insisted on picking us up at the airport. Jake was happy for me. Evie yelled that it was about time I got my head out of my ass.
The flight was only two hours. Soon, we had our luggage. After waiting a few minutes, Lenora went barreling toward a beautiful older woman.
"Mom! I missed you."
"I missed you, too." The two women embraced for a while with tears in their eyes. Then her mother's eyes move to me.
"So, you're the cowboy who's stolen my girl's heart?" Her mother looks me up and down.
"Yes, ma'am. I would like to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage." Her eyes squint as she sizes me up. Lenora holds my hand and looks up at me adoringly.
"Then ask, boy." She laughs. Her stance is authoritative, and even though she's about five foot, she's pretty intimidating. We're standing in the middle of the airport as we have this important conversation that could go either way. I don't know what Lenora has told her of our dating and breakup. I only hope this woman gives me a chance to show her that Lenora's the one for me.
"Ms. Kraven, I love your daughter with every breath I take. I want her at my side always. I promise to care for her, support her career and to give you grandchildren very soon. May I have your blessing?" Her mouth opens and closes like a fish for a few seconds and tears start to run down her face.
"Yes! Marry him, Lenora. Give me some grandbabies." The women laugh. Her mom hugs me fiercely and wipes her tears. "Let's get this show on the road." The women walk ahead of me.
I can't believe I just got her mother's blessing. I wish I had a chance to ask her father. That's
a regret I'll have to live with for my entire life. At least, this small blessing eases the ache.
We get home by dark. Her mother drops us off. I carry my fiancée over the threshold. I immediately go to the sheepskin rug and set her down on it. She waits while I make a fire. It's not as cold as that other night, but I do it mostly as a nod back to that first evening together. I stand and stare at my beautiful fiancée. We make love in front of the fire again.
When we are sated and relaxed, I tell her I'll just be a second and race up to the master bedroom upstairs. I go over to the night stand table and pull out the velvet pouch and pull out the item I'm looking for. I return to find her sprawled out on the rug with her eyes closed. I'm instantly hard again. I lean down toward her legs and open them. I kiss her mound and wake her with a lick to her center.
"Mmm," she moans. I delve in and eat her up. She tastes like hunger and need. So, I give her all of my tongue. By now, she's wide awake and rubbing the back of my head, urging me to continue. This is the life right here. This is what I’ve been missing. I just needed my girl by my side. I can’t wait to start our lives together. I can tell she's close. I insert a finger into her tight pussy. "Hunter." It's a breathless moan, and then she's convulsing around my mouth and finger. Her gasp is the end of her orgasm. I rise and wipe off my mouth with the back of my hand. I can't believe she's mine. I'm going to spend the rest of my life worshipping her body.
I kneel next to her and do this the right way. "Lenora Danan, I love you more than anything in this world. I want you to have my children. I want to protect you with my life and wake up to you every morning. I never want to be without you, honey. Will you marry me?" I open my hand and show her the ring I got from upstairs. It's a ruby ring.
She gasps and tears form in her eyes. "Yes, of course. Oh, Hunter, was this your…?"
I finish the question and answer her. "My grandmother's? Yes." She wraps her arms around my neck, and we lose ourselves in each other again.
Our grandparents knew each other. I still can't get over it. The second I saw that painting in the gallery I just knew. It was the same technique, colors, and composition. I knew it was her in the painting. How could I mistake those green eyes? Everything came together at that stage. There was no other way this was going to end. We have to be together. I can't wait to see her in white walking toward me.
One month later…
It's the big day. Lenora and I both wanted to be married as fast as possible. It took her, her mother and Evie a few weeks to sort everything out and plan. We both wanted to be married at the farmhouse and have the reception in the barn. Jake is my best man and Buttercup is the ring bearer. Of course, Evie is the maid of honor. Carlos has double duty as a groomsman and our photographer since that's a hobby of his. Apparently, he has been learning all about photography on Pinterest. He even showed Lenora some of his pictures. She was impressed and begged him to photograph our wedding.
The ceremony is short and sweet. We have an arch of flowers in front of the house steps where we say "I do." Lenora is a vision in a white, flowy, lace wedding gown that hugs all her curves. She's got those damn sexy red boots on and flowers in her hair. She insisted I wear jeans, cowboy boots, and my black Stetson. She is the perfect woman. I still can't believe she said yes to marrying me. We end it with a steamy back-bending kiss and make our way to the barn for the reception.
"Congratulations!" Carlos gives me a big bear hug.
"Thanks, Carlos." I rub his back. He goes to meet Mariel at their table. I look out over the reception set up in the barn. All of our family and friends mingling and smiling. It's a welcome sight. I see my brother Jake flirting with Evie. That's interesting. Evie seems very susceptible to his charms. I start to walk toward them when I spot Lenora talking to her mother. God, she's beautiful. Lenora makes her way over to me with a glass of champagne after hugging her mom.
"Here you go, baby." She kisses me on the lips as I take my drink from her hand. She leans against my shoulder, and we watch our friends and family together. "I love you," she says.
I look down at her. "I want you to stop taking birth control." I grab her chin and kiss her hard. My hand moves down to her stomach. "I want you round with my child."
Lenora smiles up at me. "Really? You're ready to start having babies already?"
"Baby, I was ready to have babies with you yesterday." I smile at her.
"Okay." She says quietly.
"You're okay with that, sweetheart? You want to have my babies?"
"I'm more than okay with it." I lead her towards the house. "Hunter, we can't go have sex with our guests still here."
I look around. "Our guests will get the idea and leave, baby." I kiss her and then move down her neck.
"Maybe no one will notice we're missing?" I smile and grab her hand. I can feel the electricity between us. We are going to make a baby.
I watch as Hunter strips in front of me. "You like what you see, Mrs. Westley?" His shirt is unbuttoned, and he's pulling it from his jeans. Damn, I could stare at this view all day. I can’t believe this man is my husband.
"Mmhmm." I start to unzip my dress and pull it over my head. By the time my dress hits the floor Hunter is unbuckling his belt.
"Keep those boots on, Lenora. I want to fuck you wearing only those."
I lie back on the bed naked except for my boots. Hunter has the sexiest smile on his face that makes me want to spread my legs.
"Baby, you look so good like that. Wearing my ring, waiting for me." Now, he's completely naked and stroking himself. My mouth waters. I would love to just watch him touch himself. It makes me wet. He kneels down and kisses each nipple as his fingers move to my pussy. I spread my legs wider, and he moans at the action. Hunter moves in between my legs and rubs himself against me. We are married and we’re about to come together the first time as husband and wife. I almost tear up at the sentiment.
I sigh and grab his arm to bring him down to me. "Kiss me, husband." His lips crash against mine. Then, I feel his head at my entrance. "Fuck me, husband," I gasp.
"Yes, wife," he whispers on the side of my neck. He slowly enters me, and I'm so full. I'm full of love for this amazing man. I'm happy. I'm content and in love with my husband. He makes slow love to me all night. We don't move from the bed. He places his Stetson on me again, and we make more memories. When the sun begins to rise and lightens the bedroom, his massive arms encompass me, and I feel so safe.
"Good morning, wife." I nuzzle into him. He kisses my neck, and we fall blissfully asleep.
6 months later…
The cold gel rolls around my tummy. I can hear the little heartbeat in my womb being broadcast across the room. "Do you want to know the sex of the baby?"
I look over to Hunter. His eyes are gleaming. He loves coming to these appointments and seeing our little one. He cried the first time he heard the heartbeat, which made me cry. I know he wants to know. I want to know as well. I would love to paint the baby's room. I'm just not sure if I should be painting little boats and whales or princess, castles, and unicorns.
"Yes, we want to know." I grab hold of Hunter's hand, and he squeezes mine. He kisses me on my temple as we wait with bated breath.
"Congratulations, you're having a girl." The technician starts to print out pictures with the word girl on it. My eyes tear up. I look to my husband. His eyes are watering, too. The technician wipes the goo off my belly.
"Baby, we're having a girl." He crashes a kiss against my lips, and we both giggle. I knew it didn't matter if we had a boy or a girl to Hunter as long as the baby is healthy. I know he plans on knocking me up quite a few more times, too. He says we need enough hands for the farm. But I know he just wants a whole litter of kids running around at our ankles. Plus, he gets turned on when I'm carrying his child. He can't keep his hands off me. My hormones have been off the charts, too. Carlos, Jake, and Evie have found us in a few compromising positions since we can't seem to keep our pants on.
"January," I sigh.
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"What's that, baby?" Hunter asks me. He rubs my belly with his callused hands.
"I'll let your doctor know you're ready for her." The technician steps out after giving us our pictures.
I run my fingers through Hunter's hair. "January, I think we should name her January. That's the month your grandmother was, wasn't she?" Hunter moves to grab the back of my head and kisses me so sweetly.
"Yes, sweetheart. It's perfect. I love it." He holds up the picture of January. He turns to me and looks at the door. "Your doctor always takes forever. We probably have time." His eyebrows go up suggesting naughty things. His hand moves up under my dress.
"Hunter Westley. We are in a doctor's office. She's probably due in here any minute."
He kisses me with tongue and keeps his hand ascending up my leg until it reaches the edge of my panties. "You're thinking about it, aren't you?" His kisses move down my neck behind my ear. He knows what that does to me. I can’t say no to this man.
I grab his face to kiss him hard. "Does the door lock?" He nods and goes around to lock it. He stalks back over to me like the predator he is.
"Okay, baby. Now come over here and bend that sweet ass over. I've been hard since you ate that ice cream in the truck on the way over here." I pull my dress up, and he pulls my hips back, and he's inside me. "I knew you'd be wet for me. You’re always so wet." His face moves to the side of mine as he pumps in and out quickly. His hand clamps over my mouth as I start to moan. "Fuck, this is so hot. We should make this a regular thing when we come in here." I giggle and then moan as he rubs my clit with his fingers. I will never stop loving this man. This man, who can’t keep his hands off me. Who treats me like I’m his whole world. Who’s giving me the most precious gift anyone could give, a family.
I grip on to his hand as he moves faster. He's hitting that spot that only he can, and I'm going over the edge. My head goes back, and I hear him gasp in my ear. Two more pumps and he slows. His hands move down to rub my belly as my breathing slows. His hand moves from my mouth and strokes my cheek.
