“You gonna go into beast mode and find out?”
I shake my head. “Not tonight. I have bigger things to worry about.”
“Like what?”
I grin. “Like beating everyone here at trivia.”
Kourtney laughs as Tim begins explaining the rules. I look at Kourtney, swept up in my love for her. Not really caring about this game… what I really care about is making her my wife.
* * *
The rounds go quickly, and soon enough, it’s the final question of the night. Vance and Grady are groaning, saying Kourtney and I must have rigged it somehow since we’re schooling them all, but we are winning fair and square. Can’t help it if my girl and I are just that much smarter than everyone else at the bar.
“Final question,” Tim says into the microphone, making eye contact with me. I grin, knowing where this is headed. “Will Kourtney accept Kaden’s proposal?”
The room gasps — and by the time Kourtney turns to me, I am already down on bended knee.
“Well, answer the question,” I say with a smile, offering her a glittering diamond ring.
She slams her hand down on the buzzer. “Yes!” She leans down, kissing me, laughing, and so full of joy the whole room starts clapping, ordering shots and taking photos.
“I guess we’re the winners of this round,” I say, slipping the ring on her finger.
I stand and pull her into a kiss, thinking I’m the luckiest man in the world. I pick her up, spinning her around until we are dizzy with love. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, leaning in close. She smells like the ocean, salty and sweet.
“I know you said I guac’ed your world,” she whispers. “But Kaden, you’re the hot sauce my taco needs.”
Epilogue 2
Kourtney
Two years later…
The nursery is perfect, and as I finish folding the stack of tiny pink baby clothes, I feel tears prick my eyes. I always dreamed of finding love, but I never dreamed of being so incredibly happy.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Kaden asks, finding me in the pink and white room that he painted on the weekends. “Are you crying?”
I swallow, wiping my eyes. “I’m just so happy. And so pregnant.”
He chuckles, wrapping me up in his arms. It’s a little awkward at this nine-month point, but somehow, I can still nestle my head against his chest. He kisses my head and I sink against him.
“God, I love you,” I tell him. “And I’m also hungry.”
“Good, because I got us lunch.”
I look up at him, tears filling my eyes again. “You did?” I swear I won the husband lottery. Turns out, being book smart does more than get you into a good college — it can also help you land the man of your dreams.
“Tacos.”
“Of course.” I giggle, smacking his cute ass as I follow him into the kitchen.
“You’re in a mood,” he says, unpacking our food. Tacos. Chips. Guac.
“I’m just finally feeling ready for Rita to be born.”
“Me too. I’m so excited to see our little baby burrito.”
I laugh at his joke, telling him he’s the perfect kind of cheese.
And even though the food is hot, it’s only Kaden who satisfies me right now.
“Come on, baby,” I tell him. “Let’s eat something else first.”
He grins, following me into the bedroom. We undress, our hands craving one another in a way lunch never could fix. He is so strong, so chiseled, so utterly manly. My body responds to his touch quickly, my pussy wet as he runs a hand between my legs, lowering me to the bed. He kisses me slowly, with intention, taking care of all of my needs.
“God, you taste so damn sweet.” He squeezes my butt and I shudder with pleasure, his tongue running over my juicy folds, making me melt into the bed.
Soon I am writhing in desire, needing to taste him the way he tasted me. “Come here,” I beg, drawing him to the bed, and I move my body, my mouth needing to taste his thick cock before anything else happens.
“Fuck, baby that feels good,” he groans as I wrap my lips around his big, rigid cock. His balls are tight, and I massage them gently, stroking his shaft as I take him as deeply as I can.
It turns me on, sucking him off, knowing his milky come is going to slide down my throat, marking me as his. I move my mouth faster, suctioning it around him the way he loves, and he runs his hands through my hair, making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” he warns and I smile, loving this part, when his hot ribbons of cream fill me up. He knows I like it, and I keep sucking him as he finishes, then I crawl on top of him, the same way I did the very first time we made love.
“I need you in me, Kaden. Now.” I stoke his shaft, his fingers deep in my pussy, finger fucking me the way I love. Soon he is rock solid again, and my whimpers turn to moans as my juicy pussy gushes over his hand.
“Oh God,” I groan, sinking down on his cock, swiveling my hips. “Yes, yes!”
We move as one, a perfect unit, a match made in heaven. Ready for the rest of our lives together.
We may have fallen in love over a game of trivia, but the answer is simple, if anyone asks: if you get a chance to share some free chips and salsa — splurge. Even if the guac is extra, it’s totally worth it.
The Way To A Man’s Heart Book 4
DON’T GO BACON MY HEART
I’m a cop, so when I see a damsel in distress, I jump into action.
But the crook isn’t who I want to handcuff…
It’s Valerie, the sweetheart I just saved.
I’m ready to tie her up and make her mine.
Problem is, she’s my little sister’s best friend…and she thinks I’m just the nice guy.
But I want to be her guy. Now and forever.
When I take her to the local diner to talk some sense into her, I order eggs and hashbrowns, praying I won’t get a side of her bacon my heart.
Dear Reader,
Vance is a good cop who wants to play dirty.
Grab a pan, baby, let’s fry up something nice and hot.
He’s ready for this short & filthy breakfast date…are you?
xo, frankie
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About the Author
Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.
She also believes in the power of a quickie.
Find Frankie here:
www.frankielove.net
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