by Aria Cole
More of me.
More of us.
Sweet fucking Jesus, I think I was on the verge of losing my mind.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “Cole....”
Her moans drove me on, sure I’d hit that button buried deep inside when her tight cunt quivered around my already sensitive cock.
“You like that, baby? You like the way I fuck you so full?” I dragged in and out, the sighs from her lips urging me on. “I love feeling how wet you are for me. Your pussy wants to come, doesn’t it? You want to gush all over my thick cock, don’t you? I can’t wait to see your sexy face while you taste yourself on my cock. I’m going to have you every which way, precious. I’m going to own every sexy inch of you,” I husked, angling her hips so I could hit a deeper spot. I placed a kiss on her mouth. “You make me want things I didn’t know I wanted.”
I tugged at the long waves of her hair, pulling her head back to mine in a possessive kiss. She moaned against my lips, causing an orgasm to barrel through my spine. Holding myself taut over her, I emptied into her sexy little body, wishing for a split second that my seed would coat her unprotected womb and plant my baby right where it belonged.
Silver and I tied together for life sounded pretty goddamn perfect right now.
My release ebbed, my cock not even starting to soften before my hands were massaging her scalp, slipping her over to straddle me bare on the bed. Planting kisses on her neck, her chest, across those pert little nipples, I doused myself in her. I could overdose on her body and die a happy man.
“You’re like a drug, Silver.” I hummed the words at her ear.
Her body arched, nipples puckering, before I planted my mouth on hers again.
I couldn't get lost in the words. I only had feelings to give to her, and we weren’t anywhere near done yet.
Fucking Silver felt like touching a live wire.
My heart throttled in my ribcage as I thought of the secret detail I’d withheld from her earlier.
“About earlier…” I hummed, sliding her into the crook of my arm.
“Yeah?”
I sighed. “It was Malcolm, from the bar. Jessie and the guys took care of him. If he would have arrived a minute later, I would have killed him.”
“Malcolm?”
I nodded. “But consider him as good as dead to you.”
“He just...seemed so nice.”
I shook my head. “It’s always the nice ones you have to watch out for, baby.”
First Epilogue
Cole
“Are you always so agreeable, or is it just that I have you naked and sopping wet in the bath?” I soaked my hands between her thighs, rubbing her relentlessly.
“I'm the most agreeable person I know.”
I turned her chin to me, tongue parting her pouty lips and tasting her. I sank a finger into her body, the bronze skin of my hands contrasting starkly with her creamy flesh. I was an animal compared to her. I didn’t have anything to offer but my love, and I’d spend every day of my life trying.
“Hit me with your questions, I’m in a very agreeable mood right now.” Her voice was thick with desire.
“Is that because my finger is inside of you?” I paused between her thighs.
“Maybe.”
“I've been thinking about all the things I’ve been wanting to do to you all day.” My cock twitched in agreement between us. “Just the thought of you riding me makes me have to come so hard. What I’m saying is, I never had a chance at controlling myself with you-you’re too sweet, too made for me and me alone. Every part of you is so much more wonderful than I’d dreamed—you’re better than every fantasy I could imagine.”
My hand stroked down the line of her neck before spreading lush bubbles across her pretty pink nipples.
“There’s no doubt in my mind that you deserve a way better man than me.” I turned her in my lap, water sloshing around us. “But I promise to love you for the rest of forever, or die trying, if you’ll let me.”
My heart sped to triple time, the possibility of Silver forever taking over every nerve of my body.
“Marry me, Silver.”
The timbre of my voice vibrated from my chest to hers. I grabbed the ring tucked in my jeans pocket that lay in a heap on the floor next to us.
I’d been ready for this day.
I slipped the ring on her finger, loving like hell the way it looked there.
She was finally mine. On paper and forever.
“What?” Her eyes rounded when she realized I was serious.
“Marry me.” I popped her ring finger into my mouth, sucking it long and slow, making sure to arouse every last pleasure center she had to increase my chances of her saying yes.
“Isn’t this crazy? Shouldn’t we talk about things like business and babies first? Where we want to live and whether or not we like white picket fences?”
I cocked a grin at her, nipping at the pad of her thumb before beginning. “No—what about business could have to do with this?” I rocked against her. “Definitely lots of babies, the only place I want to live is wherever you are, and I’m only going the white picket fence route if you insist on it. Does that satisfy you? Because if that doesn’t, I have something else that I’m pretty sure will.”
She closed her lips, averting her eyes from me as a flush bloomed red across her chest and neck. She blushed so hard she made my cock pound.
“I know I’m being crazy, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone else who’s walked this planet, and I’ve met a lot of fucking people. Newsflash… They’re mostly crazy as fuck.” I caught her face in my hands, the tender side of me taking over. “But you’re my kinda crazy, baby.”
I kissed her slowly, slipping a hand between her thighs and spreading the engorged folds of her sweetness. Long and slow, I pushed two fingers in, easing her into a relaxed state before I kissed up and down the line of her neck.
“Say yes, and I promise to make every day an adventure.”
She swallowed, the delicate little bob of her throat so sexy.
“I promise to shower you in orgasms. And babies.”
“Babies?” Water was leaking at her eyes now, something like hope and love burning alive and real in her dark irises.
“Lots of babies.”
Fresh and happy tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking the suds between us and causing my own heart to clench with happiness.
“Are you going to make me ask again?” I licked up the trail of her salty tears. Her grin cracked and she sniffled. I swiped at her last errant tear before licking the pad of my thumb. “Make me the happiest man alive and be my wife, Silver. Please, for the love of all that is holy, say yes and marry me.”
Her smile broke into a genuine laugh before she threw her arms around me and screamed a thousand yeses in my ear, water sloshing out of the tub around us. “It’s about time you asked, because you’re going to be a daddy, Cole.”
“Come again?”
“I’m pregnant.”
“Yes, baby, yes, yes, you just made me the happiest man alive.”
“We’re celebrating tonight.”
Silver’s smile was replaced with a moan as my cock slid through her slick folds and stole the breath out of both of our lungs. Her round eyes turned on me, lashes glistening with water like a gorgeous siren. “I want to feel you.”
I grit my teeth when I eased inside another fraction, my body aching to release inside her for the first time.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. Her words acted like lightning bolts, a wave of protective desire rolling over me as my hands consumed the acreage of her skin, our bodies slipping together. I held her tightly to me, edging in a little tighter to her deepest parts.
My cock throbbed with anticipation, need leaking out and smearing on her exposed skin between us, mingling with the soapy bubbles. I rubbed my hard cock through her slippery slit, sinking in with slow and measured thrusts, lips kissing away any pinch my length might leave.
“I like t
he feel of you stretching me.”
“Baby, you don’t know what your words do to me.” I sucked the skin of her neck, heartbeat humming beneath my lips. I stroked again, my body high on the drug of her. With my fingers caressing her skin, she gasped softly when I angled my hips against her in a new position, cries of pleasure pushing past her pretty lips. I pressed my mouth to hers, relishing the way she came undone under my touch, her soft gasps around my tongue enough to send me over the edge and coming far too quickly deep inside her.
“I plan on being right here every time you wake up in the morning,” I nipped at her earlobe, “filling your morning with me.” My hands kneaded her soft tits, doting attention on every bit of her I could trace my tongue or fingertips along. With slow and precise movements, I thrust until the tip of my throbbing cock was nestled tightly inside of her.
“Oh my God,” she panted, body arching into me.
I held her close, lips attached to her skin and trailing in measured strokes. Her hands running into my hair before I clamped both of my palms on her round ass cheeks and pushed her up on the side of the tub. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I continued stroking, this time holding her face in my hands as I fucked her with full force. She slid against the slick tile of the wall, soapy suds covering both of us as we squeaked and moaned our way to perfection. “I’m trying to be gentle with you, Silver, but I’m too far gone. You look too fucking ravishing wrapped around my cock with my name on your lips.”
“I can’t get enough of your dirty talking…” She sucked in a breathful of air, nipples pebbling before my eyes. My lips attached, sucking deeply and then ending with a nip on the precious little bud.
“If you tell me you like me gentle, I’ll be gentle, precious.” I moved to her other breast, my hand kneading the juicy flesh I’d just left behind. “But all I can think about is how rough I can be with you, how many boundaries you'll let me push.” I slipped a finger to her backside, stroking the tight little rosebud I found there.
“I want this.” Her eyes shuddered closed, muscles shaking with new fervor as she started to tremble apart beneath my hands.
“All of me is yours.” She gasped as her release washed over her. “Rough or gentle, I just want you.”
Her words wrapped around my heart and clenched tightly. My cock began to flex, tingles erupting into tremors, overtaking me until I was unloading into her, coating her with me, making sure we were mixed up well and good forever. I pulled out of her slowly, my cock grinding the tender nerves of her interior walls, zapping fire through my veins and making my dick twitch and jerk.
Finally easing out of her, my cock dropped heavy between my thighs, still half-hard and swollen. Nestling her into my chest, I dragged us back into the mountain of bubbles, hands between her thighs and sliding my fingers around her sensitive flesh, easing away any ache that may be left from my touch. “My entire body feels so weak but so good,” she uttered on a satisfied sigh. “You’re an animal.”
I slipped one of my pussy-soaked fingers past her lips. “The adventure’s only just begun with us, baby. Consider yourself officially screwed for life.”
Second Epilogue
Silver - five years later
“Mommy.” My daughter, Molly, screamed before crashing into my open arms.
“Why, hello there, angel. Did you have a good day?”
“Yes, Daddy and I went to the park and we played and played and played. There was a little boy there and he kept following me. Daddy said it’s because he likes me and that a good man will keep chasing. So I kept running.”
A bolt of laughter came flying out of me at her interpretation of her father’s words.
“You must have kept that poor boy on his toes,” I said, before kissing her soft cheek.
“Well he wasn’t always on his toes. It would be hard to run like that.”
“Molly, why don’t you let your mother come in before you bombard her with the day's events?” Cole said, leaning against the wall and smiling at me. A smile that continued to take my breath away. “Hey, gorgeous, how was your day?”
“Better now that I’m home and with my favorite people,” I said, right before Cole grabbed me and swung me around in the air. “What’s all this for?”
“Can’t a husband just miss his wife?”
“Of course he can.”
“Daddy, Daddy, put Mommy down so we can show her the cookies and the pumpkin.”
“Cookies? I knew I smelt something fantastic when I walked in.”
“Your daughter is a slave driver. She has been mixing and ordering me all day, I think I carved three pumpkins until we got it just right,” Cole said, picking Molly up and carrying her into the kitchen with me beside him.
“Whoa, you’ve been a busy little bee,” I said, my eyes going towards the cookies and the jack o'lanterns with varying silly faces.
“Halloween is tomorrow, Mommy. We need to be ready,” Molly said, jumping up and down frantically.
The last five years had been a dream. I married Cole, we had our daughter. I got my PHD and became a chemist for the local university, researching new ways to offset carbon in the atmosphere. I loved knowing that what I did made a difference. I was lucky that Cole took one look at our daughter and decided he wanted to be involved as much as possible. He played for the NFL for three years, becoming a full time stay at home dad when he blew out his shoulder, and now our daughter had the best care I could dream of. Cole was really the perfect father and husband, completely engaged and there for Molly.
“Whoa,” I said, sitting down at one of the wood chairs surrounding the kitchen table.
“You ok?” Cole asked, kneeling by my side, his arm automatically going straight to my ever growing belly.
“Yes, he’s just kicking up a storm.” I pulled Cole’s hand, placing it on my protruding stomach strategically. Right at that moment our son decided to do summersaults. “Showing off for Daddy.”
“Let me feel, let me feel,” Molly shouted, rushing towards us. Cole took her tiny hand and put it on my belly. “Wow, is that the baby?”
“It is,” I said, smiling at my daughter. I felt so full in that moment, sitting in that kitchen surrounded by the most precious things on the entire planet. “I love you guys.”
“And we love you,” Cole said, bringing both Molly and me into his arms. “I’m a lucky guy to have the two best ladies in the world in my life.” He turned and glanced at me. “Thank you for giving me the entire world. I love you, Silver. You’ve completed my life in ways I never thought were possible. You’re everything, baby. I love you.”
The End
Also by Mila Crawford and Aria Cole
Asher
“What the fuck are you wearing?”
“I’m a wicked witch.” She curtsied, flipping the tiny black lace skirt she wore too damn high up her thigh for my liking. “It’s Halloween. Ease off, old man.”
She winked once, crossing her arms, enhancing her large, round breasts ready for a battle.
As her stepuncle, I couldn’t help feeling protective. As a man, I couldn’t help wanting to snatch her over my shoulder and haul her off to my cave.
My brother’s stepdaughter, Leigh, had been getting deep under my skin since the moment we’d met at the wedding. She was stubborn to the core, outspoken to a fault, and was very often in need of a punishment with the way she made my body react to her.
“You’re a wicked brat in need of a spanking if you ask me.”
Leigh’s icy gaze held mine. The fact that she was twenty-one years my junior didn’t seem to faze her a bit. “What’s that, Asher?”
She made my cock hard and my balls burn like she’d taken a baseball bat to them. I’d only come to town for this damn overblown Halloween party my brother liked to throw every year. He’d been beating me over the head with this tradition since we were kids, I was better off skipping Christmas dinner than the annual Hunt Halloween Bash.
That didn’t mean I hadn’t thought
my way around how best to avoid her while I was here though.
Leigh Everett.
All grown-up and standing in front of me now in the shortest excuse for a costume I’d ever seen.
“You heard me, Wicked Brat.” I edged a little closer, invading her space.
She pushed her pert little lips out as if I’d annoyed her, but then it turned from pout to a cocked grin. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, Asher.”
She licked her lips, gaze trailing across my face.
I must have looked weather-worn and aged like old leather compared to what she saw in the mirror every day. Her skin was creamy soft, a ripe sight for my eyes and begging for just a small touch.
“Salt and pepper looks good on you.” She grazed the pad of her thumb across my temple.
Fuck. Cool it, I said inside my head, doing my best to keep control when she was this fucking close.
“Don’t test me, kid,” I growled with warning. She didn’t know what kind of fire she was playing with.
“Or what?” Her smile was teasing, and her caramel honey scent was invading my senses and battering my insides with the need to have her again.
“The last time you were this close, my hands were on you.” The memory I’d been trying to choke out surfaced finally. The need to trail my tongue along her hammering heart felt like a damn vise grip to my balls.
“I was only eighteen. My memory could be faulty, but I seem to remember more than just your hands on my skin.” Her words were soft and breathy, meant to destroy me.
“Leigh.” I couldn’t think, eyes slamming closed as the memory of the moonlit dance we’d shared came back to me, my hands around her waist, her body synced with mine. We’d begun that dance as newly minted stepuncle and stepniece, innocent and unassuming.
We’d ended it with sexual energy so charged between us, I’d had to relieve myself in the fucking bathroom at the reception hall. She’d caught me on the way out, freshly spent with visions of her, forbidden and obsessive, running through my mind.