Humpany (The Booty Call Series Book 3)

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by Frankie Love


  “And why’s that?” I ask as the Clipper’s come back on the court.

  Andre squeezes my knee and I nestle close to my fiancé. “Because Camille, tonight we’re going to make humpany history.”

  Epilogue I

  Andre

  Three months later...

  The veranda at Tyson’s mansion is filled with white chairs, pink roses, and all our friends and family. It could be awkward, considering my mother has arrived at my wedding with a new husband, but nothing can put a damper on this day.

  I stand under an arch covered with roses, my buddy and fellow firefighter, Keith, is at my side as my best man. My buddy Lance is a groomsman, along with Trent, an EMT I met through my work at the station.

  “You nervous?” Keith asks.

  I shake my head. “Not at all.” And when the string quartet begins, the bridal procession begins, my face breaks out into a smile. Camille looks so radiant as she walks down the aisle, and I have never felt so at peace in my life. When I am with Camille, my restless heart steadies, my body relaxes - and my cock twitches. She’s the woman of my dreams. Before her, the idea of a lifelong commitment scared me. But now I can’t imagine another day spent without her as my wife.

  Her father gives her away and Camille and I both turn, watching as Tyson takes his seat next to his wife. Well, his new wife. Camille’s mom and he got back together shortly after him and my mother filed their annulment. Her mom had been a mess since they split, but she went to rehab, is in therapy, and she and Tyson are making it work. Their love story isn’t perfect, but it doesn’t have to be. Now, Tyson gives her a kiss on the cheek and wraps his arm around her. Camille blinks back happy tears at seeing her family together again.

  The pastor leads us through the ceremony and when it is time to exchange our vows, I clear my throat, Camille’s eyes locking on my eyes.

  “I love the way you make me laugh, Camille. The way you make me brave, make me strong. I will be your best friend, your biggest fan, and there is no fire that is too big for us to fight.”

  She wipes a tear away as she recites her vows to me, with our hands held. “I love you, Andre Beaumont, and being your wife is the greatest privilege of my life. And to be clear, I don’t love you because you have great taste in sports teams, and not because you are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen - but because together we can make it to the seventh inning stretch.” All the guests laugh at this and Camille smiles. “Together we can bat 3000. Andre, together, we’re a home run.”

  When the pastor tells me to kiss the bride, I pull my wife into my arms, cupping her cheek with my hand, feeling like the luckiest man in the world.

  That night, in our honeymoon suite, I run my hands over Camille’s naked body. She looks so beautiful, her face scrubbed of the makeup she wore for the wedding, her hair long and loose around her shoulders. She looks like she did the first night she came to my place.

  “What?” she asks, crawling into bed with me. Her perfect tits coming closer and closer.

  “I was just thinking about the night you came over to my place for the first time. How much fun we had together. Staying up all night.”

  “That’s all you were thinking?” She sits on her knees before me, my back against the headboard of the bed, and she runs her hands over my cock.

  “Well, I was thinking about how much fun we can have tonight, too.”

  Camille bites her bottom lip, and I pull her face closer to mine as she straddles me. “What is it, princess?”

  “I don’t look any different?”

  I chuckle, not sure what she is getting at. “You look married.”

  “Anything else? Like, do I look bigger than normal?”

  “Bigger? Camille.” I frown, never having seen this sort of insecurity in her before.

  She takes my hands and rests them on her breasts, I squeeze them gently, my cock growing hard as I do. “I guess, honestly, your tits do look bigger.”

  She smiles broadly. “Well, thank god you noticed. I was getting nervous for a second there.”

  “I’m still a little lost.”

  She places my hand on her belly. “They are bigger because I’m pregnant. It’s a symptom.”

  “We’re pregnant?”

  She nods. “I took a test before the ceremony. Well, five tests. I was so nervous to tell you.”

  “Don’t be. This is the best thing I’ve ever heard.”

  “Truly?” she sighs with relief, her shoulders falling. I’m so glad to hear that because Andre, I’m so excited to have your baby.”

  “I love you, Camille,” I tell her as we move together, our bodies joined as one, our hearts knit together in her womb.

  We kiss, our wedding day just made more magical. And when she lifts her ass, sinking her creamy pussy down on my cock, I moan. The pleasure she gives is more than I could have ever imagined.

  Epilogue II

  Camille

  Five Years Later...

  Andre has always looked good in a uniform - but his firefighting digs don’t exactly frame his perfect butt. But these baseball pants hug his ass perfectly. I think I’m drooling. On second thought, I realize it’s not my drool. It’s Ty’s, our eight-month-old baby boy, named after my father.

  “Oh, look,” Mom says. “Sunny is taking the mound.” I look over and see my five-year-old daughter holding her little bat over the t-ball stand. The baseball in place, and she takes a swing, the bat cracking against the ball.

  She’s off, running, as Andre, her coach tells her to keep going. “You got it, Slugger,” he tells her as she rounds first base and stops at second. My dad is cheering next to me and it’s impossible not to smile as my daughter jumps up and down in excitement, her braids swinging as her twin sister Sky takes her place as the next batter up.

  “You got it,” Andre coaches her up. And I pull out my phone, wanting to snap photos of my adorable family.

  My family. Gosh, it’s so crazy what five years can do. Here we are, a family of five, our twin girls playing t-ball with their daddy as their coach.

  I see Kristina walk over to the stands, and I give her a wave. She has a new man at her side, but they have been married for four years and everyone is thinking this one might just stick.

  “Oh look at Ty in his baseball gear,” she says, taking her grandson from my arms.

  “Andre found that onesie online and couldn’t resist buying it,” I tell her.

  “Oh, watch,” my dad says, and we all look on as Sky takes a hit and sends the baseball flying. She runs fast, her hair flying and her feet hitting the dirt as she stomps on first, and then second, and then third base. Andre is shouting, telling Sunny to come on home, and she does, sliding in before she can get tagged out.

  Sky forgets that she is in the middle of the game and runs across the green grass toward her twin sister. “You got a run!” Sky shrieks with glee, the girls jumping up and down, ecstatic, totally lost in their own bubble.

  “Okay, girls, back to your places,” Andre tells them with a smile. The girls laugh, remembering where they are. They have such a special bond and I love seeing it in moments like these. It makes me want to have another baby, so Ty can have a partner in crime too.

  After the game, we all go out for pizza at a local joint, the grandparents feeding the girls quarters for the arcade. There is a Dodger’s game on, and Andre is pacing, watching as his favorite player is up to bat.

  I walk over to him, Tyson safely tucked in his grandpa’s arms and I wrap an arm around my husband’s waist. “Hey,” I say. “You were pretty cute out on the field today.”

  He laughs, looking down at me. “Oh yeah, you like watching me?”

  “You know I do.”

  He gives me a kiss. “Do you have plans tonight?”

  I chuckle. “You mean besides trying to get these three kids to bed at a decent hour?”

  He nods. “Yeah, besides that.”

  “No plans. I don’t even have to work at the rink tomorrow.”

  Andre
slaps my butt. “I asked your mom if she’d come over and watch the kids after we have pizza. I got us a hotel for the night.”

  A smile spreads across my face, time alone with my husband sounds like the best way to spend an evening. “Really? What’s the occasion?”

  He pulls me to him, giving me another kiss. “I just want a little humpany tonight, that’s all.”

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  The Wife Legacy

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  Untamed Virgins (FREE!)

  Untamed Lovers

  Untamed Daddy

  Untamed Fiance

  The Princeton Charming Series

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  Dating Princeton Charming

  Losing Princeton Charming

  Forever Princeton Charming

  Hammers and Veils

  Stripped Bare

  Nailed Down

  Scr*wed Tight

  Drilled Deep

  Love Without Limits

  Naughty Scot

  Dirty Brit

  Unruly Norse

  Filthy Irish

  Booty Call Series

  Bootyogomy

  Bootyversary

  Humpany

  Booty Camp

  About Frankie

  Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.

  As a thirty-something mom to six 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

  About C.M.

  C.M. Seabrook writes hot, steamy romances with possessive bad boys, and the passionate, fiery women who love them. Swoonworthy romances from the heart!

  Find C.M. here:

  www.cmseabrook.com

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