by Kate Hunt
Ian laughs and shakes his head. He rubs the back of his neck for so long that I almost can’t fucking take it.
“I can’t believe I’m about to say this,” he finally says. “But I give you my blessing.”
I hear a gasp and look over my shoulder. I glimpse Bailey and her mom spying on us from the other side of the screen door. As soon as they’re caught, they quickly move out of sight.
“Bailey,” I call out.
She replies without showing her face, innocently calling out, “Uh huh?”
“Come out here, please. Alice, you too.”
Slowly, Bailey reappears, slides open the screen door, and comes out. Alice comes out, too, and walks over to Ian.
As Bailey walks up to me, she gives me a sheepish smile.
“I’m sorry for eavesdropping,” she says.
“I forgive you,” I say, smiling down at her. And then, in front of her parents, in front of all the stars out tonight, I get down on one knee in front of my girl.
“Bailey, sweetheart,” I say, “I know we only met a few weeks ago. But it feels like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life. You are everything. Everything. And my life isn’t complete without you. Will you marry me? Will you be my wife?”
Bailey’s eyes fill with tears and she bites back a smile. “I’d love nothing more.”
Chapter Seven
Bailey
I’m filled with giddiness as Dax and I head up the hill to his cabin that night. I can’t believe we’re engaged now.
At the same time, nothing has ever felt more meant to be.
When we get to Dax’s cabin, he opens the front door, sweeps me up into his arms, and carries me inside. I wrap my arms around his neck and marvel for the millionth time at how strong he is.
I know he’ll always take care of me. Always protect me. Always be my rock.
Dax carries me past Bear, who’s sound asleep on his dog bed. I giggle against Dax’s chest when Bear lets out a little snore. Dax holds tightly onto me as he carries me upstairs and brings me into his bedroom, where he lays me down on his huge bed. As I gaze up at him and his massive stature, intense desire for him surges through me.
“Close your eyes for a minute, sweetness,” he says.
“What if I don’t want to?” I say with a smirk.
“You’ll like it. Come on.”
“Fine,” I say, faking exasperation. After I close my eyes, I hear Dax move around the room, and I hear little sounds I can’t quite place.
I’m dying to find out what he’s doing.
He finally tells me I can open my eyes, and when I do, I let out a gasp. There are lit candles everywhere around the room now, the warm, lovely glow surrounding us.
“This is so romantic,” I say.
“Gotta make our first night together special,” Dax says as he joins me on the bed.
I give him a look. “Only the first night?”
“I’ll light candles every night if you want ’em every night, sweetness,” he says.
“We’ll see,” I say, smiling up at him. I lift my chin and he bends down over me and presses his lips to mine. His kiss is strong and warm, his tongue needful as it slides against mine.
I’m already so wet for him.
And as I slide my hands over him, it’s obvious he’s so ready for me, too.
I pop open the button on his fly and pull down the zipper. I moan softly as I smooth a hand over the bulge in his boxers. Dax groans and reaches in to pull out his cock, and when I see it for the first time, I draw in a quick breath.
Holy shit, my man is well-hung.
I guess it’s not like I expected anything less. That night when he pulled me onto his lap—the night I came without him even touching me there—I could feel how huge he was through the layers of clothing between us.
But to actually see it is a whole other magnificent experience.
“You want a taste of this, baby girl?” Dax asks, gripping his shaft.
“Yes, please,” I say. I look up at him and wet my lips.
“Open your mouth.”
I do.
“Wider, baby. I’ve got a lot of cock to feed you.”
I laugh, then do as he tells me. He moves his hips forward and slides the bulbous head of his cock past my lips. God, I love the feeling of him in my mouth.
“Fuck,” Dax groans. As he pushes deeper into my mouth, my body vibrates with lust.
Dax threads his fingers through my hair and gently holds the back of my head as he begins to slide in and out of my mouth. His low, deep breathing becomes louder and more ragged as he thrusts, and I suck him as hard as I can.
“You gonna be a good girl and swallow my cum?” he grunts.
I moan around his cock. He pumps faster, his fingers tightening in my hair, and then he lets out a deep growl as he shoots his load down my throat.
Holy shit, there’s so much of it.
I swallow and sigh as he slides out of my mouth. I watch him in a lust-filled stupor as he kicks his pants and boxers off, then pulls his shirt up over his head. His upper body is so huge and defined that it’s almost unreal.
I can’t believe he’s mine.
And I’m so ready to give myself to him—so ready for him to finally claim me and make me his.
Dax pulls off my top, tears off my bra, yanks off my pants and panties. Even though he’s gone down on me once before, it’s the first time he’s seeing me completely naked, and I can’t help worrying a little that he’ll be disappointed—I’m no model, that’s for sure.
But when he drinks in the sight of me, his jaw goes slack—and his already-hard-again cock throbs.
“You’re a goddess,” he says. “An absolute goddess.”
I give him a flattered grin. Then he spreads me open and lowers his mouth between my legs and my smile melts into a series of moans. He laps up my cream eagerly, bringing me quickly into a state of ecstasy. I arch my back and scream out as I come against his tongue.
I’m only half-aware of my surroundings in my post-orgasmic haze. I feel Dax’s body move over me, feel his lips close over one of my pebbled nipples, hear his low, sweet words whispered in my ear.
Then I feel the throbbing head of his cock pressing against my pussy, and suddenly everything is so vivid and real again.
Our mouths seal together as he pushes into me. Inch by inch, he fills me up, his cock entering me raw. It feels so good I want to sob.
“You okay, baby girl?” he asks, pulling back to look at me.
“Yeah,” I pant, nodding. I blink away my tears. “It just feels so good.”
“You have no idea.” He sinks even deeper into me and I let out another moan. “Jesus, you’re so tight. So wet.”
“Only for you,” I whimper.
“That’s right. Only for me.” He thrusts into me again. “And I’m going to fill up this sweet cunt with cum over and over tonight.”
I strain for another kiss. He gives me what I want. Then he starts thrusting into me faster…harder…deeper. It feels so good I can’t even think. I dig my fingers into his muscled back, breathe hard into his kiss, and cry out against his mouth as I come again. I’m still coming as he spills into me, the heat and power of it tipping me over into white-hot bliss.
Chapter Eight
Epilogue – Dax
7 Months Later
Ian and I exchange a look when we walk up to the door and hear the burst of giggling coming from inside his house.
“Maybe we should wait until the baby shower is over,” Ian suggests.
I slap him on the back. “Come on, man. We can survive this.”
Ian sighs and reaches out to open the door. When we walk in, Alice is the first person to see us.
“Hey, boys,” she says, waving us into the living room. “You’re right on time.”
“Dax? Dad?” Bailey calls out from further inside the house.
Ian and I walk into the living room, and I think we both wince at how flooded the room is with pink.
It’s everywhere. Balloons. Streamers. The presents. The cake.
“Hey, ladies,” I say.
“Hi,” they call out as a group, and then all burst into giggles again.
Bailey—who looks even more radiant than usual in the white dress she has on—gets up from her seat as I walk across the room to greet her. I give her a kiss on the cheek and tell her how beautiful she looks.
“Thanks, baby,” she says.
“So, Dax,” says Madison, coming up to me with a cup of punch—pink punch, of course. “How are you feeling about having twins?”
I accept the cup of punch from her and grin. “Pretty excited.”
“Not nervous?”
“Nervous?” I scoff. “Nah.”
“Well, consider me impressed,” says Madison. “I would be completely freaking out if I was having twins.”
“You would be freaking out if you were having one kid,” says Bailey, nudging her best friend.
“Okay, fine,” says Madison, laughing. “That’s true, too.”
The past seven months have been crazy in the best of ways. After our engagement, Bailey quit her job and moved up here to the mountain. A few weeks after she moved in, she took a pregnancy test. I didn’t think it was possible to be any more in love with her, but I fell even harder for her when she surprised me with the news.
Bailey also told me she’d figured out what she wanted to do now that she wasn’t waitressing anymore: she wanted to learn how to make little hand-carved wooden bowls and sell them online.
Which, naturally, I thought was an incredible idea.
Three months later, her business was up and running. She gave away one of her beautiful little bowls to every guest who came to our wedding—which we had up here in the woods, of course.
And now we’re just weeks away from the twins being born.
After Bailey’s baby shower ends, I load up all the gifts into the truck, shaking my head at how spoiled our girls already are. I try to help clean up the explosion of pink leftover from the party, too, but Alice insists that she and Ian will take care of it.
“Go enjoy yourselves,” Alice says, waving us away. “You two should focus on soaking up this time before the babies come.”
“Okay, fine,” I say. “But we’re having you two over for dinner later.”
“Sounds great,” says Ian, grinning and giving my shoulder a friendly slap. After Bailey and I got engaged, it still took a while for Ian to fully warm up to me again, but now things couldn’t be better with him.
Back up at our cabin, I tell Bailey to take it easy, and she lays down on our couch and scratches Bear behind the ear while I bring the rest of the gifts in.
“Best husband ever,” Bailey calls out from the couch as I’m carrying in the last of the gifts.
“What was that?” I say, pretending not to hear.
“I said best hus—hey!” she says, sitting up and giving me a look. “You heard what I said.”
“Huh? I heard what?”
“Dax!”
I let out a laugh and join Bailey on the couch.
“Foot rub?” I offer.
“Oh, God. That would be amazing,” says Bailey. She lays back against the couch cushion and I pull her feet into my lap. As I start massaging one, she tells me about the baby shower—the games they played, all the little finger food her mom and Madison made, and how excited everyone is to meet the twins.
“I can guarantee you I’m more excited than all of them put together,” I say.
“I don’t doubt it,” she says and shoots me a smile.
I start massaging Bailey’s other foot and she lets out a moan—one that sounds a little too much like another kind of moan.
“Hey,” I warn, squeezing her foot.
She laughs. “It’s so good, though. I can’t help it.”
Chapter Nine
Epilogue – Bailey
5 Years Later
“Happy Birthday, Mommy!”
I open my eyes and am met with the sight of our twins, Cara and Linnea, at the side of my bed.
My heart bursting with love, I pull their cheeks toward me one at a time for kisses. “Thank you, sweetie pies.”
“Come on! Get up!” they insist, tugging on my arm.
I yawn and reach for my watch, which is sitting in one of my handmade bowls on my bedside table. I’m still making and selling my little bowls online, and I love it just as much as the day I started.
I check the time on my watch. It’s a quarter to eight. I yawn again. “Don’t I get to sleep in on my own birthday?”
“But Daddy made breakfast,” the girls say.
Come to think of it, there is a really delicious smell coming from the kitchen. I slide out of bed and follow my giggling girls downstairs.
When I step into the dining room, I beam at the breakfast spread set out on the table. There’s freshly squeezed orange juice, toast, eggs, fresh fruit, bacon, the works.
To be fair, though, anything looks amazing sitting on this gorgeous bookmatched table that Dax made for us.
It will forever be my favorite piece of his.
When Dax walks in with a plate of towering waffles adorned with birthday candles, I burst out laughing. He brings the plate over to me and gives me a kiss.
“Happy Birthday, honey.”
“Thanks, baby,” I say, blowing out the candles. “This all looks amazing.”
“Sit down. Eat. I’ll bring you some coffee.”
“I want coffee, too!” says Cara.
“Me too!” says Linnea.
“Since when do you two like coffee?” I say, scoffing. “And no, you may not have any.”
The girls both groan. Soon, though, they’re too focused on eating breakfast to care anymore.
While the four of us eat—and while Bear waits impatiently by the table for scraps—we talk about what we’re going to do today. The girls want to go on a hike, and I agree that sounds wonderful; we also have dinner plans tonight with my parents.
My mom and dad have both been doing great; they’ve enjoyed being grandparents so much. And, thankfully, my dad hasn’t had any more health scares. At the last checkup he went to, the doctor was amazed at how great his heart looked.
“Do you want to open your birthday present, Mommy?” Linnea asks me.
“Shouldn’t I wait until we’re with Grandma and Grandpa?” I say.
The girls look impatiently at their father. Dax grins at me. “They’re really excited about it, Bail.”
“All right, let’s do it, then,” I say.
The girls rush away to go get the present and I move over to sit on Dax’s lap, giving him a kiss and thanking him for the wonderful morning. I’m in the middle of whispering in his ear about all the ways I’m going to thank him later tonight when the girls come running back in.
“I want to give it to her!” Cara cries.
“We’ll both give it to her, silly,” Linnea says.
Together, my girls hand me my birthday present, their faces beaming with pride.
“Aw, girls,” I say, taking it from them. Carefully, I remove the wrapping paper.
Inside is a wooden birdhouse—a beautifully crafted birdhouse painted in the most wild, lovely way.
“We made it for you, Mommy!” they exclaim.
I look at Dax, who grins and nods. “With a little help.”
I laugh and draw my girls into my arms.
“I love it, girls,” I say. “It’s absolutely perfect.”
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Kate Hunt writes short, sexy, feel-good romances about delicious men and the feisty heroines they can’t live without. Kate is married to her high school sweetheart, unapologetically spoils her pets, and always has a song stuck in her head.
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