She was suddenly weak. The sheer joy of the moment or the surprise of his proposal or maybe even the shock of her day had caused her knees to buckle. He grabbed onto her as she went down and held her face in his hands so gently.
“Hey there, you okay? Damn, baby, I wanted to sweep you off your feet, but I was hoping you’d land in bed.”
Unable to put words together, she just smiled back at him.
“You gonna answer me? Or is this one of those ‘pain in the ass’ moments that I just told you about?”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Cole, I love you so much. You really need an answer? Yes. Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes!”
“Good answer.” He winked and slid the ring on her finger.
The pear-cut solitaire sparkled, and she wondered if there was ever a more beautiful ring.
“Come here, you. Let’s seal this deal with more than a handshake.” He brought his lips to hers and kissed her passionately.
The moment was perfect, and she didn’t want to ruin it, but he had to know. She had to tell him. If she didn’t, she may burst with anticipation and anxiety all at once.
She pulled away. “Cole, I had to stop at the pharmacy this morning and pick up some…medicine.”
“Medicine? What’s wrong, baby? Are you sick?”
“Well, not exactly. I do have a condition though, and I need to take vitamins. I’ll be okay eventually, but it’s going to take time.”
“Time? What’s wrong? How long?”
She watched worry etch his face and fought the urge to smile. This was evil of her, but she was enjoying the buildup way too much. The angel sitting on her shoulder was poking at her to do the right thing, though, so she relented.
“Oh, they say the average is around nine months.”
His worry changed to confusion, then surprise, and finally a huge smile crossed his face. “You’re pregnant?”
She nodded. No longer caught up in teasing him with the news, she cried with happiness. Of all the ways she could’ve imagined her day ending, finding out she was pregnant and getting engaged was not one of them.
“Oh, baby. Pregnant? Really? Oh, God help me, woman, if you’re teasing about this, I will tan your hide and handcuff you to the bed and punish you.”
Laughing she wrapped her arms around him. “How many times do I have to tell you that is not a punishment?”
He waggled his brows at her in a naughty fashion. “Do you have any idea how much I love you? Our life, it’s just beginning.”
She would have answered his declaration of love. She would have said so many things if he allowed her. Within moments she found herself being stripped of her clothes, only to be lifted and carried to the bed. The way he took charge and dominated every aspect of their lovemaking was something she would never tire of. Finally her life would be complete. A family with Cole, the only man she had ever loved.
She thought of the letter her brother wrote and how he saw their future before even she did. Their child would be named after him. Of that she was certain. If they had a girl, they would just have to get creative.
One way or another Dex would always be a part of their life and family.
Epilogue
Ten months later…
Leah stepped out of the bath and wrapped the soft towel around her achy body. She had been craving her bath all day long, hoping to ease away some of the tension which had been wreaking havoc on her nerves. Once Cole finally got home from work and she was able to soak in the steamy hot water, she forced herself to get out after only ten minutes. Fatigue was setting in, and she was afraid she’d fall asleep under the relaxing feel of the bath salts.
She finished drying off and took a brush to her hair. Even after a good couple minutes it was still just a snarl or two away from a rat’s nest. Whether she liked it or not, she was going to have to consider cutting it a little shorter to make it more manageable.
When she broached the subject with Cole a couple days earlier he looked at her like she was going to cut off a favorite part of his anatomy and not just a few locks of hair. Still, a few more days of a hairdo like this and she was sure he would tell her to shave it all off. She looked downright scary.
Wiping off the steam from the mirror, she leaned in and ran her fingers along the underside of her eyes. She was so tired and barely had any time to sleep that she seriously wondered if the dark rings which had made themselves at home on her face would ever leave.
She shrugged off the curiosity and walked toward the bedroom. There was no time for thinking. If her calculations were right she had around three hours before she had to be up and nursing again. Sleep was no longer a necessity, it was becoming a luxury. Very rarely did she get to partake in the extravagance of rest that so many took for granted.
The floor had certain spots which creaked more than others, so she kept her eyes glued to the floor and carefully avoided them with each step she took down the hallway. She hoped their offer on the new house would be accepted because they needed more space and less little noises in their life.
She walked in the bedroom to see Cole sitting beneath the covers. He had pillows propped up behind his back and held out what looked to be a glass of white wine to her. Although it was hard to tell since the room was so dimly lit from the candles he had spread out on the dresser.
Quietly she closed the door and turned to him. “Are you crazy?”
He snapped his head back as though she had slapped him and set the wine glass down on the nightstand next to another one.
“Crazy? Yes, a little. The doctor cleared you two weeks ago, baby. We haven’t had sex in three months. I’m actually way past crazy and well on my way to going full on insane.”
She sighed and went to sit on the bed beside him. He was right. It had been a long time for them. At the end of their pregnancy the doctor had put her on bed rest and cautioned against hanky-panky of any kind because of her delicate condition.
Since she’d given birth, things had been a giant blur of feeding, diapering, feeding, diapering, feeding, and if she was lucky she would get an hour of sleep somewhere in there. Regardless of how tired she had been lately, she couldn’t argue the fact that Cole had been incredibly patient and so wonderful.
“Cole, I’m sorry. I’ve just been so tired.” She took his hand in hers.
“I know that, baby. But that’s exactly why you should let me help more. I’m not one of those dads who’s afraid of doing the hard stuff. I can change diapers. I can do feedings. You have the breast pump and all that milk in the freezer. Sometimes I feel like you think no one can do it as good as you can.”
She wished she saw a teasing humor in his eyes, but she knew he was speaking the truth. Had she really been that overbearing toward him? She didn’t think he was incapable of helping. It was just that she was the mom.
“I know that. I do. I guess I just have become somewhat overprotective. Toward the end, things were so touch and go. We almost lost them.” She tried to hide the sadness, but her watery eyes betrayed her.
“But we didn’t, babe. You were strong. You did everything the doctor said, and we now have three little miracles. Albeit tenacious little miracles who fight one another for momma’s attention a little too much for my liking, but they’re strong, baby. That’s because of you.”
“Can I help it if they love their mommy?”
“Can I help it if I love their mommy, too?” He wasn’t teasing, but very serious.
“I love you, too, Cole. I do.”
“Then show me, damn it. Let me help with the babies more. Let me get up in the middle of the night and rock one of them back to sleep. Let me change those god-awful-smelling diapers. Let me show my wife, truly show her how much I love her and miss her.”
“Cole…”
She would have said more, but she was silenced by his tender yet firm kiss taking possession of her mouth. It was something that she didn’t even realize how much she missed until she felt the warmth of his tongue as it glided into her m
outh and caressed her into submission.
Tired or not, she needed this. She needed him.
When his lips left hers to lavish her neck with wet kisses, she dropped her head back and whispered his name. How could she have forgotten how good he felt? Every touch from him brought her body into a state of total awareness. Her nerve endings were intensely on hyperalert and tingled all throughout her body from the way he would explore her.
She let out a moan when he yanked the towel from her body. His hand first cupped and then massaged one of her breasts. Her nipple puckered under the sensation and shot an exuberant heat down to her core. No longer tired, but instead achy and incredibly needy for more of what he had to offer, she reached down and felt his hardened cock from underneath the covers.
The soft comforter, which she loved so much that she’d begged Cole to let her buy it, she now despised. Pulling it to the side to remove the annoying barrier between their bodies, she crawled farther onto the bed. Ignoring his protests as she pulled away, she dipped her head down at the same time she grasped a firm hold around the base of his erection.
She heard him say something, but she ignored whatever it was. Her focus was solely on her desire to take him deep in her mouth and show him just how much he meant to her. She licked her lips in enticement when she saw the drop of pre-cum sitting on the tip just waiting to be tasted like a succulent topping to an ice-cream sundae.
With a pleased sigh, she took him in her mouth, her tongue swiping across the tiny bead of liquid which tasted so delectable. It was so raw in its flavor, so completely unique in its essence. It was the flavor of Cole.
A naughty flare sparked inside her body as she realized how her body had gone from exhausted to wanton in mere seconds from her husband’s kiss. There was nothing he could do that wouldn’t turn her on, from his taut, muscled skin, which stretched so perfectly across the peaks and valleys of his frame, to the expert way in which he knew just how to coax her body until she was desperate for release.
“Leah, oh, God, baby.” He sucked in his breath as his strong hands work their way through her hair. “That’s feels so damn good.”
She moaned her appreciation for his comment but didn’t open her mouth to speak. The feel of his hard cock filling her mouth was making her wild with need. She loved the veins that protruded through his stretched skin against her tongue, and the contrast of how easily that same skin could slide up and down as her hand pumped his base.
“Damn it, baby. Get on top of me. I’m so close, and I have to be inside of you.” His demand was low and hoarse.
Her clit throbbed at the desperation in his voice. Her pussy trickled with wetness from his taste and words. It would have been a pleasure for her to tease him a while longer, but her body ached for him just as much. She didn’t even realize how much until these past few minutes.
Obviously growing impatient, Cole’s strong arms lifted her from the sweet treat she was enjoying so much. His eyes bore into hers and told her without speaking that he wasn’t joking in his request.
With the help of him pulling her on top of him, she was now straddling him. She reached down and grabbed onto his dick, rubbing it against the slick folds of her pussy. He moaned and dropped his head back.
“Stop teasing me, damn it!”
Despite the terse frustration of his voice, she continued to for a few more seconds. Every time she rocked against it, the head of his cock rubbed against her clit and shot fireworks throughout her body. She knew if she continued she wouldn’t be able to hold back, and it had been so long she wanted to feel him inside her while she fell over that giant cliff into oblivion.
She sat up on her knees and guided him to her entrance. With a deep breath held somewhere inside her lungs, she sank down on top of his cock. The air she had been holding hostage all came out in a giant rush as she felt him stretch her like the very first time they made love.
“Oh, Leah. I missed you.”
His strong arms wrapped around her and held her body close to his as he leaned forward and sprinkled her neck and shoulder with kisses.
“I love you, Cole.” Her words were barely a whisper.
“No matter what, right? In sickness and in health? For better or worse, right? That’s what you promised me in front of all our friends and family. I have video proof if you try to renege now.”
She pulled back and looked up at him, completely confused and surprised by his question.
“Of course I meant all that. How could you even think…” She hesitated when she saw a glimmer of playfulness in his eyes. “Why?”
“Because, baby. If you move just the tiniest bit I’m about ready to embarrass myself like a teenage boy during his first time. You feel so good.”
She let out a genuine laugh. He was so funny, even at the strangest times. Still, she couldn’t help but feel powerful by his admission of weakness. She would’ve liked to blame it on a naughty minx taking hold of her body and possessing her, but the truth was it was all her when she gently rocked her hips and teased him.
He groaned. “Woman, what are you doing to me?”
She smiled and pushed him down against the bed. His head hit the pillow so hard she was surprised by her force.
“I was thinking of fucking my husband.” Her voice was seductive and taunting. She loved it.
“Oh shit, baby. Where the hell have you been?”
She raised an eyebrow and triumphantly smiled at how audacious and daring she felt. With a wicked grin, she put her hands on his chest and began doing just as she warned.
Biting down on her lower lip, she concentrated on how his cock slid so perfectly in and out of her wet pussy. He was stretching her so tight that her insides trembled from the invasion.
His hips thrust in unison with hers. Both of their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm. Despite his warnings of not being able to hold himself back, he was doing a fine job by coaxing her body.
She glanced down to see his wandering hand sliding down his abdomen. It was in search of something, and she held her breath while she watched his fingers disappear between their two bodies.
His thumb rubbed against her clit and wasted no time. In seconds he was working her already-throbbing bundle of nerves into frenzy. The heat his touch invoked did nothing to match the lighting that was rocketing through her body.
Friction. She needed just a little more friction and then…
Just as she had the thought, it was already too late to beg for it. In a final burst of pleasure, her body jolted and shook as the hot rush of proof of what he did to her shot from her core.
“Fuck…yeah, baby. Coat my cock in your juices.”
The raw, passionate way they were speaking to each other only heightened her orgasm. She continued to fly as his strong hands held her hips to him while his cock swelled. After one last thrust he joined her.
She closed her eyes and relished the feel of him filling her so completely. The trembling of her insides, the pulsating of him as they reverberated off of one another was complete and utter heaven.
Moments later, she fell forward and landed on his chest. Their bodies damp and hot from the few minutes of passion they’d shared. She smiled amidst her heavy breaths at the knowledge that her husband liked when she talked just a little dirty to him. It was definitely something she was going to file away in her mental filing cabinet for a later date of seduction.
Just then the sound of a baby screaming echoed in the room. The red lights on the baby monitor flickered in unison with the screeches as they both grumbled.
“It’s Dex, isn’t it?” Cole asked.
She smiled. “Yes, he has the strongest cry out of all of them.”
“I knew it.” He laughed and helped her get out of bed.
She reached for her robe and had started to put it on when he grabbed it from her and threw it to the ground.
“What did I say? Go to sleep, babe. I got this.” He kissed her forehead.
She was so touched by his gesture and some
what amused that he actually believed for two seconds that the other two wouldn’t follow suit within seconds. Then, as if on cue, Cole Jr. and Brittney started to wail their protests along with their older brother.
“Damn. Are they on the same schedule or something?” Cole asked, looking at the monitor in surprise.
“Well, they did live in close quarters for nearly nine months.”
She picked up her robe, put it on, and waited for him to throw on a pair of sweat pants. Walking down the hall to the nursery, Cole wrapped his arm around her.
“I love you, Leah. These three little ones may think you belong to them, but just remember I saw you first.”
She smiled. Little did he know that she saw him first.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Nicole Morgan was an avid reader who kept having one recurring problem. Ideas of stories kept popping into her head. Today Nicole is an author of erotic romantic novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful backstory. Erotic romance mixed with a good old-fashioned whodunit. She tries to place strong emphasis on the characters’ emotions while also throwing in some spicy and hot love scenes. Her alpha male of choice will more often than not have a uniform of some kind. From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve.
While still trying to stay true to her style, she is finding her writing is evolving as she takes on new and uncharted territory for her. In the first months of this year she finally wrapped up her first-ever full-length paranormal romance novel. There are many areas of erotica out there that she hasn’t had a chance to really delve into just yet, but she is anxiously looking forward to doing just that.
Also by Nicole Morgan
Siren Classic: Sudden Devotion
Siren Allure: Love Knows No Boundaries
Siren Allure: Sweet Awakenings 1: Sweet Redemption
Siren Allure: Sweet Awakenings 2: Sweet Salvation
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