He crawled toward me his massive body the only thing I could see. I loved him. I loved his hard planes. I loved his long lashes. I loved how he loved me. How he protected me. How he married me in my parents’ garden under a New Year’s Eve snowfall in front of everyone we knew.
He pulled my bottom lip between his teeth. “My wife wants me to fuck her?”
I nodded. “Oh she does,” I teased.
“God, you kill me, Kaitlyn.” His hand ran along my heat until his fingers sank inside me again. I bowed off the bed with satisfaction. “My sweet dirty wife.”
I purred as he coaxed my hips into action.
“Your sexy body is growing my babies.”
I nodded, biting my lip. I rubbed my breasts, they were on fire for him.
“Keep doing that,” he moaned.
He fisted his cock in his hand. I watched in awe as he pointed his thick shaft toward my center. The vein throbbed along his length. He pushed it slightly inside me. I whimpered as it stretched my walls. And with a forceful thrust he was deep inside me.
I rocked into him, my hips swaying with their own desire.
“You’re mine,” he growled.
I nodded, staring into my husband’s eyes. I didn’t know if there was anything sexier than knowing Cole Thomas was finally my husband. That we had been married a full twenty-four hours and I loved him more than I did yesterday. That in a few months we were going to be parents.
He hooked an arm under my knee, spreading my legs farther apart.
“Oh shit, Cole.” I grabbed his shoulders as he drove deep. It felt incredible, as if his body melted into mine.
His breath was ragged and fast. I saw the sweat gathering on his brow. His skin was heated and his muscles tense. His climax was climbing quickly. As quickly as mine was. I loved this about sex. I loved that we could make each other come. That his body was as sexy to me as mine was to him. That no matter what we tried in bed it felt good. That I could say the dirtiest things and feel free. He made me feel like a sex goddess. Like his own sex kitten.
His demands made me feel desired. His commands made me feel powerful.
I purred for him. I moaned his name. I screamed when his cock pushed me to my limits.
He pumped in to me. One. Two. Three. His final thrust sent us over the edge, throwing us in a pool of ecstasy. We were drowning in our lust for each other. Swathed in an afterglow.
He kissed me hungrily. I tasted the salt on his lips. There was a hint of tequila. I smiled.
He collapsed next to me. “On a scale of one to ten. Best fucking honeymoon ever.” He laughed.
I giggled against his chest. “I think maybe this should be our New Year’s resolution.”
“What’s that?” he asked.
I turned to face him. “We spend Christmas in the snow and New Year’s in the Caribbean.”
“With or without the kids?” His eyebrow cocked.
“Without.” I winked.
He gripped my ass. “You think your parents can handle all three?”
I nodded. “We’ll get Ryan to pitch in again. He sent pictures of Grayson all day.”
“I like your ideas, Mrs. Thomas.”
“Say it again,” I whispered.
He shifted me so I was on top of him. His hard body still pulsing from sex. “Mrs. Thomas.”
He palmed my swelling belly. “I love you, Mr. Thomas.”
His arms circled me and I kissed him with every breath I had. “I love you, baby.”
“Can we stay on our honeymoon forever?” I asked.
We stared at the ceiling. Reality waited for us in Texas. We had two babies to make plans for. I had a feeling we couldn’t stay in the little blue cottage now with three children. We had the entire condo renovation to get through.
Cole threaded his fingers through mine. I looked at the solid band on his ring finger. I had chosen it the week he was gone.
“We haven’t talked about it yet,” I whispered.
“We don’t have to.” He kissed my knuckles.
“But I want to know. I think I have to know what happened over there. I don’t even know why you came back a day late. You barely made the wedding.”
“It doesn’t matter. I made it. We’re married. Your dad is happy. Your mom is on cloud nine. The babies are safe and healthy.” He smiled.
“Cole, I know you went through it alone last time. But you aren’t alone any more. That’s what we’re about. Not having to do any of it alone ever again.”
He held me tightly. “I know. And I never want to go back. I don’t know how Ryan still does it.” I listened while he told me about the mission. While he explained how his Jeep was hit at the front tire by an explosive, but not enough to hurt anyone. Just enough to disable the vehicle.
He told me how he and the driver hiked ten miles without water to a station for help. And that it took another eight hours to finally make it to the base.
I listened in silence while he finally told me the details I never wanted to hear again. I held in the tears. He could have died. More than once.
The plane was delayed out of London, but that was nothing compared to what he had survived. I ran my fingers along his square jaw.
“Always came back to me.”
He nodded. “I will. I promise.”
Our bodies were tangled together. We talked about the wedding and everyone we had seen. We had taken so many pictures our faces hurt from smiling. I reminded Cole we had wedding gifts on top of Christmas presents to open when we flew back to South Padre.
“I didn’t know what I was walking into when I made it back, but your parents did throw an awesome wedding.”
“It was kind of perfect, wasn’t it?”
“At the end we said I do.”
“Yes, we did.”
He drew a circle on my belly. “For the rest of our lives, is fucking scary.”
I laughed. “You know what’s scarier? Twins.”
He laughed so hard, he jostled me off his chest. I looked at him and knew we were going to be ok. Better than ok. I’d always loved him. And I was going to love him the rest of my life.
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Tick-tock…that’s the sound of my biological clock.
I have a plan to have a baby on my own,
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