Reclaiming Love: Forever Safe Romance

by Brynn Paulin

  “Okay, no more Web MD and Mayo Clinic for you, but…really? I could…?” My hand flattened over my stomach. We hadn’t used any protection. Hadn’t even considered it.

  “You could be, and if you aren’t, knocking you up just became my main goal in life.”

  “Job…house…moving…” I reminded him.

  “Nope.” He hugged me close to him. His lips brushed my ear. “Nothing is more important than my dick in you, filling you with so much cum there’s no way you won’t get pregnant.

  My whole body flushed, going white hot at his dirty words. I squirmed, my panties soaked.

  “Half hour more,” I gasped.

  “Half hour and one minute more and I’m drilling you to our bed.”

  “No house hunting?”

  “We can do it tomorrow.” His hungry eyes devoured me. “Maybe.”

  “Order’s up,” Oakley called.

  “Coming,” I yelled back.

  “Not yet,” Jordan muttered.

  Chapter Nine

  ~ Savannah ~

  It was a wonder I could walk. Jordan had made good on his promise, and he’d been in me more than he hadn’t been for the past few days. If I wasn’t pregnant, it wasn’t for his lack of effort. I pushed away the melancholy at the possibility. And if I wasn’t, I guess we’d just keep on trying.

  Beside me, my mom gushed at me as we stood side-by-side in front of the full-length mirror in the suite. “You look beautiful.”

  I studied the simple white dress I wore. It followed my curves without clinging so close to be a bodycon dress. The wide straps contrasted my tan, and the hemline that ended a couple inches above my knees showed off my equally tanned legs that had gotten pretty toned from all the waitressing. It was casual, cool, yet dressy enough for the summer wedding on the beach.

  Oakley’s parents knew the judge who’d marry us and had convinced him to perform the ceremony near the water on the beach. Barke was throwing us a reception at his restaurant.

  To my surprise, we’d gone from having just me and Jordan to having our entire families, some of my friends from the Driftwood hotel and of course, all the Woods’ clan—Oakley’s parents, four brothers and his sister.

  The whole thing was still a far cry from the original wedding planned, back in Arizona. But it was okay. Jordan and I were getting married. We’d legally belong to each other. That was all that mattered to me.

  A rap came on the door, and my dad called out, “Just about ready?”

  “You can come in.”

  “Just about ready?” he repeated once he was in, and my mom scurried out to get to her seat. “Jordan is pacing a hole in the sand. He’ll be halfway to China if we don’t get the show on the road.”

  “We can’t have that,” I said. “Michigan is already far enough from Arizona.”

  My father made a displeased sound but held his tongue. He knew there was no changing our minds on this—especially since Jordan and I had managed to leave bed long enough to look at a few houses. We’d put in a bid on a small bungalow-style home with a wide porch facing a tree-lined road near the state park and a deck that overlooked the lake. I thought it was priced a little high, but we’d bid, anyway. It was a tough market and if we wanted a house we’d have to fight for it. To my shock, they’d accepted our offer a few hours later.

  “Meant to be. Fate,” Jordan had said.

  I thought he was right. Everything had fallen into place in record speed. We’d signed papers this morning.

  We’d move in after we got back from Arizona in a couple weeks. It was perfect. I couldn’t wait to start our life together there. I could already envision having coffee on the deck in the morning or cozying up before the fireplace on snowy nights.

  “Your mom and I are thinking of getting a summer place here.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. Summer is too damn hot in Arizona. We always used to talk about it. Now, we have a really good reason.”

  I grinned, the emotions from the day making me mist up a little.

  “Love you, Dad.”

  “Love you, too, small fry. Let’s get you down to Jordan, so he can calm down.”

  I nodded, and we headed for the door. Butterflies kamikazed around my belly. I wasn’t nervous at all. I was taking the step I’d long awaited. It seemed like a million years. Because that first day, way back in kindergarten, this thing had clicked. I was so excited to be at Jordan’s side while we built our future together.

  He froze in front of the white arch set up for the ceremony. His intense gaze devoured me, his lips curving into a sexy grin that just about buckled my knees.

  “Heard you were nervous,” I whispered when I stood facing him in front of everyone. “Did you think I wouldn’t show?”

  My long hair fluttered in the slight breeze off the lake, and he brushed a lock behind my ear, softly caressing my cheek. “Not nervous. Anxious for you to be mine. If you didn’t show—and I knew you would—we would have ended up together, anyway. We’re magnets. Fated. Wherever you go, I’ll end up there.” He leaned into my ear. “And we both know how attracted you are to my cock.”

  My face flamed, but I rolled my eyes at him. Together, hands twined, we turned toward our celebrant.

  He gazed warmly at us then looked beyond us to our guests. “Dearly beloved…”

  * * * *

  “I love you, wife.” Jordan’s arms tightened a little as we swayed together on the small dance floor, to the side of the huge outdoor seating area for the party. “I can’t wait to get you out of this sweet little dress and dirty you up some more.”

  “Again?” I teased. “It’s only been…what? Six hours?”

  “Way too long. I have a mission, babe.”

  I had to agree even though I liked to give him a hard time. I deliberately pressed closer, rubbing against him. Yeah…a really hard time.

  “Keep it up,” he growled, “and you’re going over my shoulder while I march down the beach to our hotel.”

  I laughed, not believing him in the least. I moved against him again, rousing the beast. “Promise?”

  My happy shriek echoed across the sand as Jordan swung me up onto his shoulder.

  “Let me down, you caveman.” I smacked his back, but he ignored me.

  “’Night, everyone,” he called over their laughter. “Thank you for coming. We’ll see everyone at breakfast.”

  I waved weakly as he marched away, his hand already splayed over my ass. For protection and to hold me in place, I’m sure.

  “You are so bad,” I chided.

  “Me? And who was trying to get me hard when I was already needy?”

  “Um…” I hummed, pretending to play dumb.

  This part of the beach was deserted, and he snaked his hand under my skirt, squeezing my rear before teasing over my pussy. I knew he wouldn’t do anything much and risk anyone observing us, so I had zero complaints—not that I was sure I’d have complained even if someone might see.

  “Mmm, I see I’m not the only needy one.”

  I groaned as his fingers slid under the damp gusset of my panties to stroke over my slippery folds. He circled my clit until my legs squeezed around him.

  “Jordan…I… Please,” I begged.

  “Fuck, I can’t wait for you to ride my cock.”

  His hand pulled free, and he straightened my skirt. I moaned in protest, but he just patted my butt.

  Thankfully, we were in our room minutes later. Jordan set me on my feet. “Don’t move,” he commanded while he stripped off his clothes.

  “But…”

  He shook his head. I bit my lip, waiting. Thankfully, he got naked fast. His engorged cock pointed at me, choosing what it wanted, precum already leaking for me.

  “Take off your panties.”

  Wasting no time, I shimmied out of the bit of fabric then waited. Jordan had a plan and his intense determination was turning me on.

  The tip of his tongue quickly slicked over his bottom lip. “Pull up your skirt. I
want to see.”

  Oh right, he would have felt it when he was touching me. I’d gotten waxed bare when I’d been prepping today.

  Slowly, I raised my skirt until it was bunched around my waist.

  “Fuck.” Jordan scooped me into his arms and strode into the bedroom. I bounced onto the mattress, and he followed, rolling to his back. He pulled me over him. “Keep your skirt up. I’ve been wanting to watch you riding me in it since the second I saw you in it at the wedding.”

  Was it possible to get wetter?

  There were no preliminaries. I just climbed aboard. We both groaned as I slowly sank down his long length. He reached up and tugged at my top, freeing my breasts that had been held in place by the tight bodice.

  “Oh, yeah. Now ride me. Ride me hard, Van.” His hands grasped my hips, bouncing me so I actually had little to do other than go along with him and feel his length surging in and out of my tight sheath. Every ridge seemed to hit the secret spots inside me that lit me up, and my cries echoed around the room, combined with his guttural grunts of satisfaction.

  “Jordan, yes, yes…” I chanted.

  “Fuck, yeah, so good. Fucking take me. You like all that hard cock up in you, making you completely mine, finishing those vows we made downstairs.”

  “Yes,” I gasped. My cream was slick on him, and our bodies made wet slapping sounds as we came together. My breasts bounced with each downstroke and he reached up to grasp one of them. He pinched and pulled at the nipple. My pussy clenched even tighter around him.

  “You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded.

  “I…always. I’m always yours.”

  “You are.” Turning us, he pushed my legs up and pistoned into me, driving me to climax after climax until finally he came, filling me with his seed, and hope and promises for our future.

  “Mine to love and cherish and keep,” he panted as we collapsed together.

  I curled into him. “Forever.”

  Epilogue

  ~ Savannah ~

  Five Years Later

  “Be good,” I chided, “and we’ll go down to the beach in a little bit.”

  “But, Mom,” my four-year-old daughter, Jorie, groused, turning my name into four syllables as only a child could do.

  “What’s Vander doing?” I asked.

  She sighed dramatically, obviously annoyed with her twin brother for not partnering up with her in this badgering. “Reading a book.”

  “That’s what you’re supposed to be doing,” I reminded her. “It’s quiet time while baby Hannah sleeps.”

  “She’s not asleep yet.”

  I narrowed a look at my older daughter. So much attitude in one little body. I blamed her father. God knew it had probably been his pure determination that had gotten me pregnant with twins sometime during that first two weeks together. We’d adopted our youngest, the six-week-old in my arms—well, we were in the process, anyway. The process wouldn’t be final for a year yet. We’d gotten custody of her two-year-old brother, Hunter at the same time. I couldn’t wait for them both to be fully ours.

  “We need to wait until naps are done and Daddy is home from his trip. No negotiating. Go read your book.”

  “Fine,” she groused.

  I shook my head after she’d turned her back. I wasn’t annoyed at all. I loved every minute of mothering and raising our family. Jordan and I were so blessed.

  Looking down at my sleepy girl, I smiled and wiped a bit of milky drool from the side of her mouth then headed down the hallway to her bedroom. Carefully, I placed her in her crib, waited a second as she settled without fussing then padded out of the room.

  I peeked in on the other three—two of whom were asleep. Vander gave me a chin lift so reminiscent of his father then went back to paging through his book. Later, I was sure Jorie would tell me she’d fallen asleep from being so bored.

  I’d just made it into the kitchen to clean up from snack time when arms closed around me.

  “I missed you,” Jordan said, kissing along my neck.

  “Missed you, too. I hate when you have to go to Arizona.” I knew I was whining, but I didn’t like it when he was away.

  His hands moved over my waist. “Kids asleep?”

  “Mostly. Vander is reading.”

  “Good.” He swung me up into his arms. “I have plans and news.”

  “Oh yeah…?”

  “Your brother misses his closest friend. And I guess he missed his little sister a teeny bit.”

  I bit Jordan’s shoulder.

  “Ow! Maybe, I won’t tell you the news,” he threatened.

  “Maybe, I won’t put out,” I retorted. We both knew that was a lie.

  After closing and locking the bedroom door behind us, my husband pressed me against the wall. Frantically, I pulled at his pants while he pushed up my skirt and shoved aside my panties. Thirty seconds later, he was in me to the hilt.

  “Welcome home,” I moaned, staying as quiet as possible.

  “Not traveling anymore,” he told me. He punctuated each word with a deep thrust. Five years and we still couldn’t get enough of each other.

  His mouth covered mine, kissing me deeply. I shoved my hands into his hair. I breathed in, inhaling the intimate scent that was only my man. He’d only been gone three days, but it felt like forever.

  He worked my body like a pro. We came fast and hard. He sank down on his knees, sitting back on his feet. I still straddled him, his cock deep inside me. I ground on him to draw out all the pleasure I could before we had to go back to adulting.

  I giggled.

  “What?” he asked, skimming his hands along my sides. When he reached my neck, he cupped my head, so I looked at him.

  “I was thinking we’d have to go back to adulting soon, but this is pretty adult.”

  “Damn straight.”

  “Tell me your news,” I insisted as we separated and straightened our clothes. I knew we’d be up most of the night making up for lost time, so I didn’t mourn the loss too much. Just a little, maybe. I couldn’t wait until my parents got here for the summer in a couple weeks. They planned to take all the kids for at least a few days. I had a feeling Jordan and I would be naked the whole time.

  “Your brother and his family are moving here. They really liked it when they visited in the fall. He’s been researching, and with the way Grand Rapids is growing, we’d have lots of business. He has new clients lined up already. Of course, our current ones don’t care where we are as long as we keep their businesses secure and keep designing for them. Ian and Robin want their kids to be close to your parents, too. Since they’re here more than half the year, it makes sense to them.”

  “That’s almost the best news I’ve had all day!”

  His brow furrowed. “What’s the best?”

  “That you’re home of course! Duh!” Okay, maybe, our daughter got her attitude from me.

  His head leaned to mine. “You’re always my best news.”

  “I love you, Jordan. Thank you for making my life perfect.” I could have made a decent life, on my own, but it wouldn’t have been the bliss it was with him. “Thank you for not letting me run.”

  “Always only ever you. My beautiful love. My everything. Of course, I reclaimed you. I would never let you get away. You make my life just as perfect.”

  Taking his hand, I reached for the lock of the door.

  Our wonderful life awaited us, the ups, the downs and especially all the love.

  About the Author

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