by Sylvia Fox
After I’d graduated, we’d gotten married in the small church here in Snow Peak a few months before I’d gone into labor. We’d been blissfully happy ever since, and two more children had come along after Jacob. It turned out that Wyatt and I were something of a baby factory. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, but we wouldn’t have it any other way. In fact, a part of me wanted a couple of more babies to add to the family.
I’d never imagined myself as a full-time mom, but it turned out I’d found my true calling in life, though I helped out at the courthouse every now and then just to pacify my parents. They’d surprised both me and Wyatt, and had fully supported our decision to get married and grow a family. Dad and Wyatt had resolved their differences, and they were as close as they’d ever been, maybe even more. Whatever Wyatt had said to my dad that day he’d asked for my hand in marriage had convinced my dad just how much he truly loved me. And that was all that mattered to my parents. They wanted me to be happy, and Wyatt had made me the happiest I’d ever felt in my life.
“How was work?” I asked, smiling up at him after Jacob ran back into his room to play with the train set that he’d gotten from his grandparents for Christmas.
Wyatt smiled. “Calm as ever, Mrs. McDowell.”
Good. Calm was just how I liked it.
Wyatt reached for my coat that hung on a hook by the wall and tossed it my way. “Come outside. I have something to show you.”
I followed him to the porch out back and watched as he lugged the telescope behind him. After we’d moved in, he’d upgraded to one that was bigger and better, and we spent many nights out here viewing the sky above. It reminded the both of us of how we’d come together in the first place. It reminded us of what truly mattered in this world. Each other, our family, our beautiful children. The bond we’d always had.
“You might think this is a little bit cheesy, but did you know that it’s been five years today since we first…expressed our feelings for each other?” He waggled his eyebrows.
My lips quirked. I knew exactly what he meant, and I’d never forget that night for the rest of my life.
“Of course I know.” The day he’d taken my virginity was branded in my mind forever.
“I thought I’d do something a little special to celebrate it.” Wyatt reached into his back pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.
Eyebrows raised, I took it from him and read the words. My heart skipped a beat. It was one of the cheesiest, sweetest, and most romantic things he’d ever done for me, and he’d done a hell of a lot over the years. Not because of what it was, but because of what it represented. He’d bought me a star.
“Oh, Wyatt.” I smiled and looked up at him. “Thank you. This is really sweet.”
“Do you want to see where it is?” He moved over to the telescope and fiddled with the controls, turning the base until it was pointed at a pocket of sky overhead. “Okay, found it.”
He motioned for me to come close, and I pressed my eye against the piece. A bright star in the center of the viewer twinkled before me. It wasn’t any different than any other star in the sky, but it still stood out to me, signifying a love so strong that it burned hotter and brighter than any other I could see.
“Wyatt, it’s beautiful.” I pulled away from the telescope, went up onto my tiptoes, and kissed him lightly on the lips. Even after all this time, the taste of his lips on mine still thrilled every single part of me. “I wish I knew how to show you how much this means to me.”
“Oh, I have a few ideas.” His lips quirked and he wrapped his strong arms around my waist. I melted against him, feeling none of the chill in the air, no matter how heavily winter had fallen around us. He was mine, and I was his, and we would be this way for the rest of our lives.
He lifted me from the ground and carried me inside, up the stairs and toward the bedroom. As soon as the bedroom door was shut, he tossed me onto the bed and stripped bare, his naked body rippling before me. A perfect specimen of a man. And he was one hundred percent mine.
“Get naked,” he growled as he moved across the room, his massive cock twitching in anticipation. “I think it’s time for us to make another baby.”
It took only seconds for my clothes to end up in a heap in the floor.
Another baby. It was as if he’d read my mind.
We were going to make another baby.
I couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store.
Also by Sylvia Fox
I’ve had my eyes on my best friend’s dad for years. Brett’s a pilot, but beyond that, he’s all man.
I’m saving myself for him … even though my fantasies may never be realized. I get off to the idea of us so many times — I’m literally aching for his touch.
But then I need a ride home for Thanksgiving break … and Brett’s in town with his plane.
I finally have a chance to see his cockpit … and damn if I’m not hoping to join the mile high club with this pilot.
I’ll let him fly me anywhere … I just hope he wants to take me away.
My dad’s best friend Colt is hot as sin. Like, late night vibe-fest kind of hot. Sure, he’s older, but that doesn’t matter one little bit because Colt Barrett is a man that deserves his own classification. Older. Younger. He transcends it all. He’s one hell of a man and my attraction to him was inevitable the minute I became woman enough to notice.
An early snowstorm traps us alone together in my parents’ house over Thanksgiving and the heat between us is more than either of us can handle. It should all work out just fine, right? I mean, we’re both adults and my parents don’t have to know anything about our little affair.
Until I get pregnant. All I want is a happily ever after with the man of my dreams. It could all be mine as long as my dad doesn’t kill him first.
Dr. John Hardwicke is known as "Professor Hotness" around Moultrie College.
And I'm his student. Professor Hardwicke is head of the Political Science department, which just so happens to be my major.
He's the man who can make all my dreams come true ... in the classroom AND the bedroom.
He's also my father's best friend.
So I doubt he looks at me the way I look at him ... or does he?
When my parents decide to go on an anniversary trip during my Thanksgiving break, it puts me in a bind. I have nowhere to go ... until the professor offers me a place at his table.
And on his c*ck.
Things just got a lot more complicated for this co-ed. But when it comes to the professor, this student is the highest of achievers. I always make the grade.
