by Toshia Slade
“Like I’m going to be able to do much with this huge stomach.”
“You don’t have to do much for what I have in mind. Just lie there and enjoy.”
“Oh, my God! You’re on it tonight, aren’t you?” I push his chest, and he captures my wrist, pulling me back in and placing a sweet kiss on my lips.
“What? Am I not allowed to give my pregnant wife a massage?” Every time he says wife, a rush of excitement and joy fills me.
“I’m sure that’s what you were talking about.”
“You’re the insatiable one in this relationship, you dirty birdy. I’m telling you, it’s all that nerd porn you read.” He cocks a brow, and he’s right. Between my books and the raging hormones, I jump him more than he does me.
“Leave my books alone, and you’re the one that benefits from them.”
We hug and kiss everyone good night and head into the house. When we get onto the porch, Josh sweeps me into his arms and carries me through the door.
“I know it’s not home, but I’m still carrying my wife over the threshold.”
“And I don’t mind one bit. My feet are killing me.” Even in the boots, being on my feet all day has caused them to ache, and I can’t wait to get the boots off.
Once in the bedroom, Josh lays me down on the bed and slowly removes my boots, rubbing my foot for a couple of minutes before moving on to the next one.
I purr and moan in delight. “God, that feels so good.”
“Can you stand so I can help you get your dress off? Then we’ll curl up and go to sleep.”
“Are you crazy? It’s my wedding night. My husband is going to make love to me.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice. Are you sure though? I know you’re tired.”
“Josh, shut up and undress me.”
He helps me to my feet and slowly unzips the dress, and he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth.
“All day and night, you’ve had nothing on under that dress?”
I turn to him, letting my dress pool at my feet and bite my lip while I nod.
“You dirty little vixen.” He growls while slowly unbuttoning his white dress shirt.
I crawl onto the bed and lie back, watching Josh undress, never taking his eyes off me. His muscles flex and tighten as he moves, and it has moisture pooling between my legs. I’ll never tire of looking at his body or the delicious things he does to me.
Slowly crawling on the bed, he moves up my body, placing random kisses as he goes. He kneels between my legs, positioning himself at my center, and my muscles clench. He enters me inch by inch, taking his time, and his eyes slide closed.
“God, Tiffany. This never gets old, and I swear, it feels better every time.”
Keeping a slow pace, he whispers words of love into my ear and shares sweet kisses in between. Building up slowly to our release, we explore each other’s bodies with soft, sure touches. And when we finally tip over the ledge, it’s earth-shattering and unlike any orgasm I’ve ever had before.
Just knowing that he’s mine and I’m his—and that we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together—changes our lovemaking and makes it feel different. I thank my lucky stars for the millionth time that he never gave up on me and walked away as I did. I’ll spend the rest of my life loving this man and showing him just how much and what he means to me.
“I love you, Kitten.”
“I love you, too, Josh. So much.”
Epilogue
Ten Years Later
*Tiffany*
“Give me back my Game Boy. Mom, Katie and Sophie took my Game Boy and won’t give it back.”
Gabby and I look at each other and roll our eyes. Here we go. These kids can’t even get along on vacation. I don’t know why we thought it would be any different just because we’re in a cabin. Five kids in one house was not a good idea. And four of them girls? Lord help us.
“Do we let ’em fight it out or start breaking them up early?”
“Mommy, Dustin just ripped the head off my Barbie.” Katie’s shrill cry fills the house.
I sigh and climb to my feet, giving up my hope of enjoying a cup of coffee in peace.
“Before we leave here, you and I are going out to have a girls’ day, and the men are watching the kids. I love them more than anything, but I can’t take much more of this fighting. Dustin and Katie are always going on about something. ‘Mom, she’s looking at me.’ ‘Mom, he’s hitting me.’ ‘Mom, she took my toy.’ I swear, I’m going to be gray headed or bald before I’m forty,” I complain as I dump my coffee down the drain.
“Try having three girls. I pity Colt when he finally makes his grand entrance,” Gabby says, rubbing her stomach.
Isn’t that the truth? They have Sophie, who’s eight, Jenna is six, and Alex is three. Josh and I were smart and stopped at two. Dustin, who’s nine, and Katie, six, are enough to deal with.
“I would be killing Josh if he knocked me up like Cam does you. Don’t y’all know what causes that?”
“Ugh! Blame your stupid husband for gloating about being the only one with a boy. Cam was bound and determined he wasn’t stopping until he got his boy.”
I laugh because it’s true. Josh loves giving Cam shit about him not being manly enough to make a boy. Now that Gabby is finally pregnant with a boy, Josh swears it has to be the mailman’s kid. It drives Cam insane, and that pushes Josh to pick on him even more. Men. They’re thirty-six but still act like they’re in their twenties.
“Mom, he won’t fix my doll and give it back. I didn’t do anything with his stupid Game Boy. It was Sophie.” Katie screams and cries.
“Here we go. Into the war zone.”
The kids finally calm down and seem to be getting along after we threatened to make them sit in time-out for the rest of the day. I sneak out onto the wraparound porch to enjoy the silence and soak up the fresh mountain air.
*Josh*
I spot Tiffany stepping out the side door, and I quickly move to another door off the kitchen.
Rounding the side of the cabin, I see that she’s reclined in a rocker with her eyes closed and slowly rocking back and forth. It’s been ten years, and nothing’s changed. One glance at her has me wanting her, and I still can’t get enough.
“Here, Kitty, Kitty.”
Tiffany’s head snaps up, and she glances at me, fire already dancing in her eyes. It’s become one of our codes for when we want to sneak off for a quickie. She jumps out of her chair and rushes over.
I grab her hand and put my finger to my lips, signaling her to be quiet. We can’t tip off one of the kids or Gabby. I’m not worried about Cam since I last left him upstairs in the loft watching a game on TV.
We sneak back in the door I used and slowly creep up the stairs, and then we make a mad dash for our room. I lock the door and then push Tiffany against it, my mouth sealing over hers.
We’ve gotten good at this quick stuff, thanks to two kids in the house that seem to always know when Daddy needs some lovin’. So, we’re always stealing fifteen minutes here and there to take the edge off.
Hands and clothes are flying, and we’re in a race to see who can get undressed the fastest. I win and pick Tiffany up, carrying her to the bed with her pants halfway down her legs.
Tossing her on the bed, I rip her pants off the rest of the way and pull her to the edge. Putting her legs over my forearms, I grab her waist and rub against her, coating my cock in her juices and making sure she’s ready.
“Better grab that pillow. We have to make this faster than normal. We’ve got three extra kids in the house.”
She bites on her lip as she cups her titties in her hands.
I slam into her, and she cries out.
“Pillow.” I growl. It’s been over twenty-four hours since I’ve been inside her thanks to Katie not being able to sleep in a strange place. So she’s been in the bed with us. There’s no stopping us this time. All I can do is pray like hell nobody hears us.
She grabs a pillo
w and buries her face in it, and I don’t hold back. I pump in and out of her, each thrust causing her to squeeze me tighter.
“Touch yourself, Kitten. I’m not going to last.”
It doesn’t take her long, and she’s crying out into the pillow, and I’m following right behind her, my body locking tight, legs shaking, and I spill into her. No amount of time can change the love we have.
“I love you, Kitten. Thanks for giving me a life I had only dreamed of.”
“I love you, too, Josh. Always.”
*Gabby*
I put a movie in for the kids and get them situated in the game room, and I’m sneaking off before Tiffany comes back from the bathroom and sees me. This morning, I was only minutes from coming when Alex woke up and started crying.
Tiffany can watch the kids for twenty minutes, and she’ll never know the difference. Now, if only I can somehow get Cam away from Josh without him knowing what we’re going to do.
Slipping upstairs to the loft where I know the guys are watching a game, I find Cam sitting by himself on the couch, lounged back. I make my way over to him and straddle his lap.
“Whaddya say we sneak off and finish what we didn’t get to this morning?” I kiss up his neck, and he groans, cupping my ass in his hands.
“I say that’s the best fuckin’ idea I’ve heard all day. Let’s hurry before Josh comes back. He’s just left to grab a drink.”
Standing up, Cam holds me in his arms and carries me down the hall to our room. Quietly closing the door and locking it behind us, he carries me over to the bed and lays me down gently.
“We gotta make it fast. I snuck off, and Tiffany doesn’t know I’m gone. If we hurry, they’ll never know the difference.”
“I’ve been walking around with blue balls all morning, wanting back in that sweet pussy. I can’t give you anything but fast at this point.”
His words have the same effect on me after all these years. I’ll never get enough of this man. And seeing him as a father only makes me love him all that much more. He’s so gentle and loving with the girls, and watching him get down in the floor to play babies with them sets me off every time. It’s a mixture of making my heart melt and wanting to jump his bones.
*Cam*
I watch as Gabby rips her clothes off, and I do the same. My eyes are drawn to her round stomach, joy and pride exploding in my chest. It may have taken me three tries and a house full of crazy, drama-filled girls, but I finally got my boy.
Not that I love the girls any less, but I wanted a boy to pass on my name, to take fishing with me, and hopefully one day, Josh and I can pass our company down to Dustin and Colt.
Before Gabby can pull her pants all the way off her foot, I’m crawling up her body and burying my face in her sweet nectar. Licking her from top to bottom and savoring her taste.
She moans and arches off the bed, and I know if I keep at it, she’ll go off within a matter of minutes. As much as I love the taste of her and making her come on my tongue, I need inside of her like I need my next breath.
“Better hold on, Thumper. I’m not going to be able to ease into this. And I might lose it the minute I get inside you.”
She does the purr thing that I love and licks her lips. “I need it fast and hard, Cam.”
I thrust into her, making her scream. I slam my mouth over hers to swallow her cries. “Shhh, baby. You’ve got to be quiet.”
She grabs the blanket off the bed and presses it to her mouth when I glide myself back out and push inside her again.
Her eyes roll back into her head, and I set my punishing rhythm, my thighs slapping against her ass. Sitting back on my knees, I swipe my thumb over her bundle of nerves, and she shoots off the bed while her pussy clenches around me.
“Fuck, it feels so good when you squeeze me like that.” I flick her clit in quick motions, and right before she goes off, I pinch it, causing her to moan and shake as her release racks her body.
Zapping pleasure shoots up my spine, and I fall over onto my hands and knees, pushing in as far as I can go, and pump myself inside her.
“God, Gabby. This never gets old. I’ll never get enough of you. Even when we’re eighty and in a nursing home, I’ll still want you. I love you so much, baby.”
“It’s like that for me, too, Cam. No matter how old I get, cowboy, I’ll always want to ride.” She winks at me, and I lean down to kiss her smart mouth. “I love you, Cam. Forever and always.”
*Tiffany*
After cleaning up and getting dressed, Josh and I make our way down the hall and almost get plowed over by Gabby. She’s fixing her shirt and definitely has just-fucked hair.
“Who’s watching the kids? I thought you were running to the bathroom and coming right back.” Gabby’s eyes grow wide.
“Shouldn’t you have waited until I came back to sneak off and get some?”
“Like you weren’t just… you know, with my brother?” Her nose scrunches, and she makes a puke face.
“Ladies, I think we have more important issues at the moment. The kids are way too quiet, and there are no adults downstairs.” Josh, always the logical one, breaks in.
We go down the steps, and my makeup bag is dumped in the middle of the floor. All four girls are sitting in a circle and putting makeup on each other, while Dustin is on the couch with his nose stuck in his game.
Dustin is the spitting image of his dad with my blue eyes, but boy, does he have my attitude. Actually, both our kids picked up that lovely trait from me. Katie, on the other hand, is a mixture of the two of us. She has Josh’s dark brown hair and sea-green eyes, and her face is almost identical to mine in my baby pictures.
Poor Gabby. All of her girls got Cam’s dark hair and blue eyes, but they took Gabby’s natural waves. They’re going to have their hands full when the girls are old enough to date. The poor girls don’t stand a chance with Cam. We thought he was going to go into cardiac arrest when Sophie said she had a boyfriend in kindergarten.
Josh is just as bad, though, and always telling Katie that boys are nasty and have cooties. It’s to the point that she doesn’t even want to kiss her brother.
“What are you all doing?” My voice scares them, and makeup goes flying.
Four startled faces turn toward us, and I groan. All of them have mascara smeared all around their eyes and eye shadow up to their foreheads, lipstick down to their chins, and bright red cheeks.
“We just wanted to be beautiful like you and Momma,” Sophie answers, and I’m sure she was the mastermind behind all this.
“I’ll get the bath started while you get them lined up.” Gabby grumbles and marches off to the bathroom.
Our lives may be crazy and hectic and full of insane kids who love to fight and bicker, but we’re a family who love each other through and through. Some days, I may want to yank my hair out, but in the end, there’s nothing I would change. And I thank God each and every day for giving me such an amazing life.
The End
Playlist
“Sunshine & Whiskey” by Frankie Ballard – Josh sees Tiffany in her costume.
“Get Me Some Of That” by Thomas Rhett – Josh decides it’s time to go after Tiffany.
“Tippin’ Point” by Dallas Smith – Josh telling Tiffany “No.”
“Heat Rises” by Dallas Smith – After Josh walks in and “catches” Tiffany.
“I Don’t Dance” by Lee Brice – Josh and Tiffany dance at the park.
“Close Your Eyes” by Parmalee – Josh and Tiffany dance at the park.
“Whatever She’s Got” by David Nail – Josh and Tiffany dance at the park.
“Drunk On You” by Luke Bryan – Josh and Tiffany dance at the park.
“Kiss You Tonight” by David Nail – Josh and Tiffany dance at the park.
“How She Rolls” by Chase Rice – Tiffany’s dance that’s interrupted by Josh’s text.
“Gonna Wanna Tonight” by Chase Rice – Tiffany thinking back on the month of dates.
“L
ove You Like That” by Canaan Smith – Josh makes love to Tiffany at the Cabin.
“Beside You” by 5 Seconds Of Summer – Ride home from Tennessee.
“Blown Away” by Carrie Underwood – Tiffany on the phone with her dad.
“Unkiss Me” by Maroon 5 – Josh at Christmas.
“Kerosene” by Miranda Lambert – Tiffany after talking to her dad on Christmas.
“I Won’t Give Up” by Jason Mraz – Josh decides to fight for Tiffany again.
“Bartender” by Lady Antebellum – Josh watching Tiffany on New Year’s.
“Amnesia” by 5 Seconds Of Summer – Josh’s month without Tiffany.
“I See You” by Luke Bryan – Out at the bar with the boys.
“Sippin’ On Fire” by Florida Georgia Line – Song plays at the bar and Josh drunk-calls Tiffany.
“Hope You Get Lonely Tonight” by Cole Sindell – When Tiffany picks Josh up from the bar.
“Goodbye Girl” by Luke Bryan – Wakes up and Tiffany is gone.
“Stay” by Florida Georgia Line – Josh goes to Tiffany, and they fight.
“Save Me” by Nicki Minaj – Tiffany scared and calls Josh.
“April Showers” by Sugarland – Tiffany in the hospital.
“I Do (Wanna Love You)” by Hedley – Tiffany finally gives in.
“All I Want To Do” by Sugarland – Josh catches Tiffany singing and dancing in the kitchen.
“I’ll Die Tryin’” by Lonestar – Josh’s surprise dance at the party.
“Marry Me” by Martina McBride and Pat Monahan – Josh asking Tiffany to marry him.
“Look At Me” by Carrie Underwood – Tiffany’s walk.
“I Don’t Dance” by Lee Brice – Josh and Tiffany’s dance.
“Remember When” by Alan Jackson – Epilogue.
“Rewind” by Rascal Flatts – Sneaking off.
Note to Readers
