“He loves you,” I say, when Henry and the nurse are gone.
“Just wish I could do more, you know?”
Yeah, I do. I feel the same. “This is a good start,” I say.
His arms wrap around me. “It is a good start.” His forehead rests against mine. “That’s what this is, right? A start. For you and me.”
My fingers curl in his shirt, and I nod. “Yeah, it is.”
“We still have a lot of work to do,” he says. “Even though what I really want is to pull you into that utility closet and pull those leggings down and lick that sweet pussy of yours until you’re crying out my name.”
I chuckle, wanting the same thing. “I think we better hold off, considering the place.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” His hands roam under my shirt. “I’m still hoping to see you in that cougar costume.”
“Again, not appropriate for this setting.” I groan. “You know I’m never going to live the whole cougar thing down now that we’re officially dating.”
His eyes twinkle. “I like the sound of that.” He nips at my bottom lip. “My girlfriend the cougar. And I love making you purr.”
I smack his chest playfully. “Well if I’m a cougar, what does that make you? I think the term is a kitten.”
“I’m the king of the jungle, baby.” He reaches around me and pulls out a lion’s mane from one of the bags and smirks.
I shake my head, not surprised that he bought that costume, and knowing Henry will love it.
I run my hands under his shirt and over his abs, and tease, “Definitely king in the bedroom.”
10
Austen
The Halloween party runs better than I could’ve hoped for. Not only the nurses got involved, many off duty ones showed up to support the day, and even a few of the doctors and orderlies got dressed up and pitched in to make it a special day for the kids.
By the time the kids have gone back to their rooms, and Sam and I are taking down the decorations, I can tell she’s exhausted. She’s so good with the kids, especially Henry, and I know he’s grown on her as much as I have. But it’s emotionally draining sometimes knowing how sick he really is.
“I told Henry we’d come by tomorrow,” she says back to me as she puts some decorations into one of the boxes. “He’s starting a new treatment, and I think he’s nervous. I can’t believe his foster parents don’t even come to visit him.”
I can hear the emotion in her voice. Placing an arm around her waist, I pull her into my arms.
“Yeah, it’s pretty shitty.”
Her forehead rests on my chest.
“Hey.” I tilt her chin up. “Go home. I’ll finish cleaning up.”
I can see her hesitate, then something flickers in her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, it won’t take me much longer.”
“Okay but come over when you’re done.”
“You’re not too tired?”
“I am.” She stands on tiptoes and presses a soft kiss on my lips. “But maybe we can watch a movie and just have a quiet night.”
“I don’t care what we do, as long as I get to be with you. The last few days have been torture.”
“For me too.”
I kiss her once more, before letting her go. It only takes me an hour to finish packing up the stuff. And I text Sam on the way home.
Me: Can I pick you anything up to eat?
Sam: I have something for you to eat here.
I chuckle, driving a little faster to get to the sorority. The place is empty. Most of the other girls are still at the haunted mansion and will be there for most of the night. When I climb the stairs to her room, I can’t help but grin like a fool. My girl is waiting behind those doors, and once she is in my arms, she’s never gonna leave. I’ll make sure of that.
I rap my knuckles lightly on the door, and it is already ajar. Stepping inside I see that while the lights are off, Samantha has turned several lamps on which bask the room in a sultry glow. There is soft music playing and she is kneeling on the bed, waiting for me.
Her tits are high in the corset and her long blonde hair spills over her shoulders. “God you look so fucking good,” I say, stepping toward her.
She runs her hands over her body, reaching between her thighs. She has a tiny black thong, barely covering an inch of her. Good.
“You said you were hungry?” she asks.
“Fucking starved.”
She licks her lips as I tear off my clothes. Moving quickly to the bed, my girl takes hold of my cock. “You’re so hard,” she whimpers as I slide my hand between her legs.
“Crotchless panties? Naughty cougar,” I tease.
“Very naughty, and very wet.”
“I see that,” I whisper, my mouth on her ear, biting her earlobe as I run my hand over her pussy.
She whimpers against me, and I ease her to the bed. “So fucking hungry,” I growl as I pull down the cups of her corset, kneading her big round tits with my palm. Her back arches as I draw her nipple to my mouth, sucking it twirling my tongue over it.
My hand runs along her slit, and she bites her lip as a tiny moans escape. Her pussy is warm to the touch and she runs her hand up and down my shaft, both of us exploring one another. Fuck the gym, I plan on making Samantha’s body my daily workout, I’m going to work up a sweat making her come over and over again.
And again.
God, I love how tight she is, my fingers pressing against her g-spot, her breath shallow as I lead her over the edge.
“Austen, I feel so good with you,” she moans. “I’ve never felt like this with a man.”
I look into my girl’s eyes, my hand stilling, knowing what I want — her. “I’ve never felt like this either. I really fucking love you, Sam. I want to be yours, forever.”
“Forever?”
I nod, sinking my cock into her ready pussy. “Forever,” I kiss her softly, as I move deeper into my girl. “Forever.” I tease her bottom lip between my teeth. “Marry me, Samantha Trelford. Make an honest man out of me.”
“It’s been a week,” she says, her legs wrapping around me.
“We both know it’s been a hell of a lot longer than that.”
Her eyes fill with tears as I roll her over, wanting her on top of me. Wanting to squeeze her ass, kiss her tits, hold her hips and never let her go.
That was my plan when I came to her room tonight.
I make good on my word, always.
I cup her cheek with my hand, my cock buried against her, both our hearts beating loud. The future ahead of us, between us. Ours.
“Be more than my favorite pussy, more than my curvy cougar,” I say, lacing our fingers together. “Be more than my lover, my friend, my Saturday night. Be my wife. My partner. Be my forever.”
Tears fall down her dimpled cheeks as she leans down, her tits against my chest, her mouth so close to mine.
“Yes, Austen Summers,” she says, her words hushed, true and unwavering. “Yes. I will marry you.”
“Good,” I say, kissing her softly. “Because I wasn’t ever going to let you go.”
Her supple body opens to me in the way her tender heart already has.
Completely, entirely.
Us. Together. For the rest of our lives.
“Now come closer little jungle cat. Let this lion king show you how to polish his crown.”
We laugh, tears of joy and ecstasy covering us. We are going to get married, going to make a life together. Samantha and me, a pair no one would have expected but I don’t care about anyone else and their expectations.
Right now, I just care about the woman who is going to be my wife.
Epilogue
Samantha
Three years later.
“Cat,” Zoey says, clapping her pudgy baby hands and laughing when her big brother Henry holds up a picture of a Tiger.
“No,” Henry says, pointing to the picture again, and pronouncing the word, slower, “Ti-ger.”
“Cat. Cat. Cat.” Zoey laughs hard.
Henry smacks his forehead and laughs with her.
Today is a big day. Not only are we celebrating Henry’s one-year remission, but we’re also going to the courts and signing the final papers that will make Henry officially ours.
I wipe away the tears that gather in my eyes as I watch my children, and I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around me from behind. I lean into Austen’s arms, taking his strength.
“You okay?”
“Just emotional,” I murmur, twisting so that I can see his handsome face. “I’m just so happy.”
He drags a thumb over my cheek, brushing away a stray tear that escaped.
It’s been three years since I let my heart open to this man, and while not every moment of it has been easy, we’ve fought through the battles and storms together. And today feels like a victory.
There were some pretty dark days when Henry was sick, and then when we made the decision to adopt him, I thought for a time that he’d never be ours. But through the job hunts and paying back student loans, we’ve come a long way.
I took a tenure track position at Oak Ridge University in the Anthropology department, and Austen was hired on last fall to teach seventh grade at a school close by. He’s also coaching a junior football team, and still volunteers at the Children’s Hospital whenever he has the time.
My husband may not be perfect, but he’s pretty damn close.
“I love you so much,” I murmur against his lips when he kisses me.
He grins against my mouth. “Emotional and horny. Are you sure you’re not pregnant again?”
I groan, but something nags at the back of my mind as I do the math in my mind. Damn, it is possible.
“You wish,” I tease.
“I do.” He nips at my bottom lip. “I want a dozen babies with you. Plus, I love the way your body responds to mine.”
I chuckle. “Making me come has never been difficult for you.”
Three years and the man can still unravel me with a single touch.
“Mama,” Zoey calls for me, and when I turn she’s crawling towards us.
Henry lifts her up, grunting with her weight. “I think she’s hungry.”
“Thanks, buddy,” Austen says, taking his daughter from his son’s arms.
The boy is such a good big brother, but sometimes I think he worries about her too much, that he’s scared she’s going to get sick like he did.
I give him a hug, even though I feel him cringe under it. “You look so handsome today.”
He tugs at the tie around his neck, but I see the pride in his eyes. “Now we’re all going to have the same last name. And no one can ever make me leave you guys. Right, dad?”
I swallow hard, it’s only been recently that he’s started calling us mom and dad. It’s a big step, one that shows he’s confident he belongs here, that he knows he’s part of our family.
And that’s what we are.
We may not be a traditional family. But we have all the building blocks that make us one.
“Nope, you will be stuck with me forever, Henry,” Austen says, squeezing his son’s shoulders.
“We should get going,” I say to my family, picking Zoey up and placing her on my hip. “Afterwards we’re going to the zoo,” I tell her, kissing her forehead. “Your big brother is going to show you all his favorite animals.”
As we head out of the house, Henry takes Zoey to the SUV to buckle her up in her car seat, and Austen calls me back in the house. “What is it, babe?” I ask.
He pulls me to him. “I needed one more kiss from my curvy cougar.”
I lift my eyebrows. “It’s been a few years since I wore that costume ... but maybe tonight after the kids go to bed?”
Austen grins, squeezing my ass. “You put on the leopard print and I’ll take care of my pussy cat.”
I lean in and kiss my husband, my best friend, my big mountain lion.
Tonight, he’s gonna make me purr, but I plan on making my man growl.
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Amazon bestselling author Chantel Seabrook writes hot, steamy romances with possessive bad boys, and the passionate, fiery women who love them. Swoonworthy romances from the heart!
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