by Flint, Ember
“Just a sec, babe,” he pants.
I look down between us and then up at his face, immediately missing him inside of me.
“What’s the matter, love? Why did you stop?”
“I’m dying for a taste of your sweet pussy, babygirl. I gotta have your scent all over my beard and your flavor on my tongue while we fuck.”
I flush all over at his dirty words, my core clenching in a mini-orgasm at them.
“Logan!”
He slides down my body, stopping here and there to nip at the sides of my breasts and then lower, he playfully nibbles on my tummy and then buries his face between my thighs, breathing me in.
“Damn, you smell so fucking delicious, Millie. I will never get enough,” he growls, his fingers gripping my thighs as he keeps me splayed open for him.
I look down just as his tongue pushes against my clit and I nearly expire from the pleasure, my heart jumping in my throat.
Logan presses one small kiss between my lower lips, his tongue teasing my entrance and then he pulls away, moving up my body again, and I moan in desire when I see the lust burning in his half-mast dark eyes and the way my juice is glistening on his lips and beard.
He throws my legs over his arms and then slides unceremoniously back inside of me and I go off on impact, millions of tiny little white stars exploding behind my tightly closed eyes.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, so sweet and tight… I love it when you cum like this for me. Give me more of your pleasure, babygirl, and then I’ll fill you up with mine,” he grunts.
Both his hands start to knead my bottom as he angles me for a deeper penetration, his cock driving ruthlessly inside of me as he rams even harder and faster now, making me almost choke on my own gasps at the way he’s stretching me and owning me and I start to climb again.
“Oh, God! Love, please, please don’t stop!” I pant, digging my ankles into his sides when a rush of pleasure shatters my core, making me clasp and release around his massive length, the both of us moaning from the intensity of our joining now while he keeps on fucking me through my climax.
“God, Millie! I’m going to… going to, fuuuck!” he hisses and his hips stammer to a stop as he growls his orgasm into my throat, his hot seed coating my insides in a steady stream, before he collapses on top of me, both of us now gasping for breath as we cling onto each other’s sweaty bodies, his lips tenderly stroking mine.
—*—
A forceful gust of wind, rattling against the window, startles me awake.
There’s light outside, but just barely.
Logan is fast asleep. I gently stroke his cheek, my fingers playing in his short dark beard and I sigh, looking at the long glittering chains of snow spinning and flying outside the window. His warm large body is all wrapped around me and I can barely move.
I love it.
I could stay like this forever.
As soon as he kissed me, my brain went in lockdown as usual and I’ve yet to tell him about our little surprise.
I hear the soft rumble of his snoring and smile to myself, no point in waking him up now: he’s an early bird so I know he will wake up soon on his own and I’ll tell him in a little bit at breakfast.
Just as I start to snuggle even more into him, I feel a telltale pressure in my lower stomach.
Dang, why is it that you always have to get out of bed to pee when you’re all cozy and toasty and outside the safe haven of your bed, the air is freezing cold?
Ugh.
I wiggle a little and push on Logan’s shoulder so as not to wake him until he rolls over and then I slide from under the covers.
My skin immediately prickles from the cold and I hunt down Logan’s large long-sleeved shirt to slip it on. Anything I wear of him looks comically oversized on me, despite my more than generous curves, since he’s so freaking huge.
He says I’m cute in them, but I always feel a bit ridiculous, though I love to sleep in his shirts, especially when he has worn them for the day and they smell like him.
I walk into the en-suite bathroom to take care of business and decide I might as well start on breakfast already. I’m too excited to fall back asleep anyway.
I can feel his warm seed trickling down my thigh, so I pull on some panties. I hate to wash him off.
I tiptoe my way to the kitchen and decide to make myself a cup of chamomile tea since it’s this dang chilly before I start to cook us something.
I fill the electric boiler and then walk into the living room to get a blanket.
I smile when I see it’s my favorite: the soft warm brown and tan tartan checkered fleece one that we fell asleep under on that sofa, the night we met.
Every time I saw it at the hotel, it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside at the memory, so I had to steal it in the end.
I have barely managed to throw it around my shoulders, when I feel Logan’s large warm hands splay onto my back and then slide around my hips.
“Morning, babygirl,” he rasps onto my nape, his beard tickling me.
I hear his yawn as he hugs me tight and I smile.
I sigh. Looks like I finally got my moment.
“Morning, Logan.”
I turn into his arms throwing the blanket around both of us and stand on the balls of my feet to kiss his lips, then I tug on his hand a bit as I work out the words, the white and gold twinkling lights of the Christmas tree we trimmed together flashing onto his handsome face as I stop us in front of the window.
“I have to tell you something, love.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “What’s up?”
I take a big breath and blurt it out. “Remember our maybe-baby?”
He grins a little, nodding as he rubs the sleep from one of his eyes.
“Well, it’s here…”
“Really?”
I nod and he laughs, picking me up and twirling me around, the blanket falling at our feet.
“Oh God, Millie…”
“Are you really happy?” I ask, my voice all croaky.
He pulls back slightly and cups my face. “So damn happy, babygirl…”
We kiss hard and fast until we’re both breathless and then he puts me down again.
“How long have you known?” he asks, kissing the back of my hand.
I twin our fingers together. “I’ve known for sure only for a day. I spent all of yesterday trying to get you alone to tell you, but there were always too many people underfoot.”
For some reason he bursts out laughing and I frown a little, looking up at him, my hands now stroking up and down his chest.
“What?”
Logan shakes his head, still chuckling, then he kisses me softly.
“Wait here, babe…”
When he comes back, he’s holding the coat he was wearing last night.
“We both had something special to share with the other yesterday it seems, but as usual timing wasn’t on our side,” he says, fishing something from one of his pockets.
“Oh my God, Logan…”
My vision instantly blurs when I see he’s holding a little velvety square box.
“I’ve been carrying this for a week. I meant to ask you at Christmas, but then PJ told me that your favorite moment over the holiday is when the New Year fireworks start go off, so I changed my plan.”
I start to cry softly.
“I was going to ask you at midnight, but then…”
I laugh in my tears. “No fireworks.”
He nods. “Yeah…”
The entire batch got accidentally wet in the snow and they wouldn’t work.
He opens the little box and reveals something that steals my breath entirely.
“I meant to ask you as soon as we got here then, but then I got carried away…”
I giggle, shaking my head. “And I was no help…”
“By the time we were done, you were conked out.”
I blush and he smiles down at me.
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“So, I figured I’ll just have to come up with a different plan, wait for another special moment.”
He comes to stand in front of me, the most beautiful engagement ring I’ve ever seen in my life sparkling as he holds it out between thumb and forefinger. It’s a princess cut solitaire on a platinum band sparkling with an inner circle of tiny diamonds beads.
“Oh Logan…”
He sighs. “I don’t think there’s even a slight chance that a moment I could craft myself, no matter how much heart I’d put in it, could hold a candle to you telling me I’m going to be a daddy… that we’re going to be a family. So, this, right now, this is our special moment, babygirl.”
I cry a little harder and my hand shakes a little when he reaches for it.
“L-Logan…”
“I’ve never been more thankful in my life than the day I saw you and knew right away I had to make you mine and I know this is fast, I know this is crazy, but I don’t care ‘cause this is us, this is forever. So, Millie Kay Jones, please tell me you’ll be mine every day for the rest of our lives and let me make you, this baby, and every other one me might be blessed with, happy with every breath I take. Will you marry me?”
“Yes!”
I pull away slightly and push him back a little so I can look him in the eye.
“I love you so much, Logan, you make me thankful every day, you make every day, every moment special.”
“Love you too, babygirl. You’re the light I never thought I would have in me, the one thing I didn’t know I wanted, but knew I missed.”
I throw my arms around his neck and once again our lips clash together as we laugh and cry, holding as tight as we can.
Epilogue 2
LOGAN
Four Thanksgivings later…
The smell of pumpkin and cinnamon fills the air and I smile, the last of the cakes my wife made must be ready.
I shake my head thinking back at when PJ’s cooking was enough, many many little kids ago, now all the sisters have to pitch in for the big holidays or our tables are empty by midday.
I laugh as I watch the snow start to fall faster and faster from the large bay window overlooking our front lawn.
The rest of our extended family is waiting for us to kick-start the celebration; they’re up at the resort ‘cause at this point, between my best friends —now actual brothers like we have always hoped for— my wife’s sisters, all their kids, ours, Ford’s family, the grandparents, both local and from Denver —Nolan’s parents are honorary grandparents to all the children and they always spend the holidays here in Monroe with us since Everly also moved here— there’s just too many of us now to gather anywhere else.
I smile. Life can really be unexpected sometimes.
I started out pretty much alone and unwanted and then I met Nolan, Dex and Elliott and my life changed, but never in a million years I would have believed what I have with my babygirl could be mine. A big, loud, boisterous family that always has your back, two beautiful kids and another on the way, and, most importantly, the chance to wake up holding the love of my life in my arms every day, hopefully until we turn gray and wrinkled and beyond.
Who would have thought that a bro-cation —yes, we have now officially adopted the term with no further complains— taken to break off our workaholic ways could turn into the start to my forever with this wonderful, sweet woman and to each one of my best friends finding love as well, and then lastly our brother-in-law also falling hard for someone he never saw coming, someone who has kept him from strangling us all over the years?
And all of it happened here, in this unassuming, sleepy, amazing little town we now all call home.
The bitterness and the loneliness are a thing of the past for us all and we didn’t even have to sacrifice our company to know this kind of serenity and happiness, though we did have to learn to stop micromanaging as much as we did before.
The resort is still thriving and Foundation First is doing even more amazing now.
We opened a new office here one year ago and now we have to commute even less often to our main location, though that was never much of a difficulty for me to begin with ‘cause we’re pretty close to Denver anyway and I like to drive, the other option would have been to ask my babygirl to move away and I could have never have done that to her: Monroe means too much to her, and, besides, I’ve grown to love this place and I would never change a thing about the life we lead here.
It seems too good to be true and that’s exactly what makes me so grateful.
Sometimes, when I look at her as she sleeps after I’ve loved her all night or when I see Julian, our three-year-old little boy play with Lily Rose, his seventeen-month-old baby sister, I still have to pinch myself.
It seems hardly real that I could have this much and I’m beyond thankful for my Millie Kay and the love, the laughter and the joy that fill our lives together every day.
I turn away from the window and walk into the kitchen.
“How long do we have, babygirl?” I ask, my eyes already burning the clothes off the sweet rounded body of my beautiful pregnant wife.
She bites down into her full lower lip as she checks the screen of her phone. “Not much… maybe an hour, but then we have to wake the kids and get going.”
I nod, looking down into her upturned lovely blue eyes, until our foreheads touch. “It will do for now.”
Millie Kay giggles, her eyes sparkling. “For now? We have big plans for the day, don’t we?”
I smirk down at her.
“We most definitely do. It’s Thanksgiving after all, and you wouldn’t want to break with tradition now, would you?”
“Never, love.”
She loops her arms around my neck, pressing her six months baby bump into my lower stomach and I can feel our little girl, Mia Belle, starting to do summersaults in there.
I kiss my wife’s temple and then I carefully pick her up, making her giggle into my chest.
“Put me down! I’m too heavy!”
I help her wind her legs around my waist and look down at her sternly. “You’re not too heavy, you’re my beautiful little babygirl and you’re perfect and if you let me hear otherwise again, I’ll spank that peachy ass of yours until it’s cherry red.”
Millie Kay laughs. “Promises, promises.”
Her laughter turns into a moan when I grind her down onto my hungry cock as I walk her through our living room, down the hall and finally to the master bedroom of our new chalet.
We moved in just a few short weeks back, my babygirl’s little cabin had plenty of wonderful memories we were loath to leave behind, but with two kids and another little princess on the way, there was just not enough space for us there, plus Julian’s been asking for a Saint Bernard puppy all through summer and we are getting one for him this Christmas.
I lower my lips to hers and we kiss hard until we can’t breathe anymore and then we fall into bed as I keep her to my chest so as not to jostle her too much.
I tear at my shirt and at my slacks and then I attack her soft maternity wraparound mini-dress and her leggings, leaving us both naked and panting in mere seconds. With two small kids around, we’ve become masters of quick-fucking lately, but it beats going without or having to always wait for dark, besides, I still get to fuck her as slow as we want and then as dirty as we need all night long anyway. I’ll call it a sweet deal.
I gently roll my wife onto the bed and just take in her beauty.
Fuck, I love her all ripe and round with my baby, something tells me little Mia Belle won’t be our last child.
“Damn, you’re so fucking beautiful, babygirl, show me how wet you are.”
Her legs fall open and I growl at the sight of her.
“There’s my pussy, all sweet and pink… can’t wait to fill you up, love.”
Millie Kay gasps, her body bowing off the bed at my words.
“Please, Logan!”
I lean over my
elbows to kiss her lips, my eyes devouring her plump, lush body and every inch of her silky skin.
I can’t wait to mark her all over again.
My eyes are riveted to her swollen glistening folds.
“Fuck, your dripping for it, baby. Tell me what you want…”
Millie Kay blushes scarlet as she takes a deep breath. “Your cock, love, I want you inside of me.”
My hard dick jumps at her words, the head throbbing and pre-cum sliding down its sides; her sweet needy voice making my balls grow taut and full for her.
I slowly slide a finger between her puffy petals and her hot juices immediately trickle down my hand.
“Fuck, yeah, baby, you’re so wet… I can’t wait to get my cock deep inside you, but first I need a taste.”
My wife moans my name and her thighs clench together, trapping my hand against her drenched cunt. “No!”
I frown. “Is it the baby?”
Millie Kay shakes her head. “The baby is fine, Logan.”
I sigh in relief. “Then what’s the matter?”
She looks up at me and stretches her arms toward me. “No tasting: don’t torture me and don’t tease. I don’t wanna wait. I need you now, love. Come down here.”
“I’m here, babygirl. I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
I stick the finger shining with her wetness into my mouth, moaning around it at her sweet flavor and I smile down at her when she gasps, giving her some of my weight as I kiss her lips and then I move behind her, rolling her onto her side.
Her belly is too big for me to be on top.
My mouth immediately claims hers again and I throw one of her legs over mine to open her pussy for me at an angle.
I fist my rock-hard cock and pump it a few times and then I line my crown to her little sopping wet slit from behind.
I feel her hot cunt clench onto nothingness as her entrance kisses my tip and I grunt into her shoulder, my free hand sliding around her to caress over the hard mound of our baby and then up and up until my fingers are gently shaping one of her breasts and then the other, plucking at her bullet-hard nipples.