by Raven Fyre
Chloe’s heart suddenly filled her throat. She swallowed it down and shifted so that she could look at him, look into his eyes. “You’ve thought of us having a baby?”
“A couple, at least. And about selling the condo in favor of a big, sprawling house so we can christen each and every room. Now that I’ve got you in the light of day, I’m never letting you go.”
“What if I wanted to move back to Birmingham and finish my rotations where I started?”
He paused, a slight hesitation, as he seemed to be mulling it over. Then he shrugged. “Mom and Dad would be ecstatic, having us both so close. Ty and I’ll work something out with the clubs. Maybe we could open a third in our old stomping ground.”
“You’d do that? Give up what you’ve made here with your brother? For me?”
His brow furrowed as he studied her. “I told you, baby. I love you. I want a future and children with you. I’d go anywhere, do anything that makes you happy.”
“You make me happy, Jackson.” She initiated a tender kiss but was quickly intoxicated when he took it deeper, coaxed her tongue to mate with his in a more urgent rhythm. His hands cupped her ass and tugged her over so that she was straddling his big, hard body.
His big, hard, aroused cock impaled her sensitized, swollen pussy so suddenly she tore her mouth from his and nearly screamed. Her pussy instantly convulsed and locked around him with the force of a cataclysmic orgasm.
The way her body responded to his was mind-boggling. “Dear God, Jackson,” she murmured when she could breathe. “What you do to me.”
He took her hand and placed it over his heart. “It’s exactly what you do to me.”
The organ beating beneath her palm was racing as frantically as her own. And his cock was still hard as stone, buried deep in her pussy. Sitting up, she arched her back and began to ride him with slow, steady undulations of her hips that teased her aching clit while stroking his magnificent length.
He wrapped a hand around her back and arched up, taking the nipple that swayed in front of his lips and sucking at her breast. She tunneled her hand into his hair and held him there. Imagining. Wishing. “Think our sons will be as greedy as their father?”
Jackson just smiled and licked a path to her other breast.
“Oh, God, Jackson, I can’t believe how close I am to coming again.” She couldn’t believe how the tug of his mouth on her nipples was tugging her closer and closer to reaching that peak. Chloe wanted him to reach it with her. Reaching behind her, she cupped his sac and squeezed ever so gently.
His hips jerked in response, and he cursed under his breath.
“You like that, baby?” She gave another light squeeze.
“Fuck, yeah. My balls are about to explode.”
Her laughter rang out as she worked her hips and squeezed again.
“Two can play at this game, baby doll,” he said in a teasing, warning tone. His finger traced the cleft of her ass and dipped in to rim her puckered hole. “Come with me, Chloe. Now.”
She felt the startling, not unpleasant intrusion of one thick, blunt fingertip, pushing past the tight ring of muscles and matching the rhythm of his hips. He thrust his cock up into her pussy with such powerful force she could only hold on to his shoulders and let him have his way.
They came together in a rush of blinding white heat. Chloe felt his cum, spurting out of him in jets of scalding heat, coating her womb. Oh, yes, making babies with this man was going to be oh-so-wonderful. She collapsed over him, damp, panting breathlessly, and feeling like the most decadently sated feline. And, surely, the most loved.
“I’ll be right there with you,” he offered while stroking a firm, comforting hand over her back as she lay in his arms, “when you talk to Rachel. If that’s what you want.”
“No. It’s something I have to do, can do, on my own. Sister to sister, we’ll handle it together.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “But I love you for offering. For letting me know I can count on you for anything.”
“Anything,” he seconded and kissed her deeply.
Epilogue
Eight months later
As it turned out, Chloe had only been testing him. Jackson, not surprisingly, came through with flying colors. Quite unabashedly, he had offered to pluck the stars from the sky if she so desired. What she so desired was Jackson Sawyer. Lock, stock, and barrel. There was nothing for her in Birmingham, not anymore. Everything she ever wanted began and ended with Jackson.
His parents, whom she’d finally met and fallen in love with, visited often or vice versa. Jackson predicted they’d make a permanent move south whenever he and Chloe got around to making those grandbabies his mother could hardly wait for.
Maybe after she graduated next month or after she settled into her shifts and after they moved into the perfect house. She had it all planned out, with his complete blessing. For once, she was in charge of her destiny. Jackson loved her, but he was giving her the space, the time to fulfill her dreams.
Funny, Chloe had to think, how finding the right man had altered those dreams. And she didn’t regret one single moment of it. Or of what was to come.
“Jackson, honey,” she called out from the bathroom. They were sharing his condo while the house they’d purchased was being painted to her specifications and the hardwood floors refinished. Rachel and Paul had been thrilled to have Gram’s house all to themselves. Especially once the loans were paid in full and the deed signed over to Rachel.
God, Chloe loved Jackson’s generous spirit almost as much as the rest of him.
He’d given her an obscenely gorgeous engagement ring, nearly two carats, princess cut, and set in platinum. The man had impeccable taste, if she did say so herself.
And, apparently, he possessed some sort of uber, overtly masculine sperm that laughed in the face of contraception.
“What is it, babe? I thought you were just brushing your teeth. How long could it take to…” His voice trailed off as he stuck his head in the door and caught sight of the slender, white, wand-like contraption in her hand. His eyes grew round as dinner plates. “Is that what I think it is?”
She met his startled expression and blew out a breath. “Yes. And three minutes is the usual reaction time, according to the box, but the results popped up in the first thirty seconds. Two bright pink plus signs.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her until her head swam. “I’m thrilled. But I’m so sorry. This changes everything for you.”
“No,” she insisted. How could she ever feel remorse for such a precious gift? “I’ll graduate, and then I’ll take it easy. I’m not losing this baby.”
She pulled his hand down to rest over her still-flat stomach. How she longed for the proof, the mound that would show the world how much they loved each other. “I’m not losing our baby, Jackson. When I’m ready, maybe when the baby’s weaned, I’ll take a few shifts. I bet your mom would be more than willing to help babysit.”
“Willing? She’ll be over the moon. God, wait ’til we tell them. You’re sure? No regrets?”
No longer was she surprised to find that their thoughts ran along identical directions—they often mirrored one another’s in an eerily perfect sort of way that only further strengthened her belief that he was the one and only man created for her.
“Positive. What we have, what we’ve made together, this baby and our lives—our future means more to me than anything.”
Stripping off the short wisp of a gown she’d been wearing, he asked, “Enough to move up the wedding?”
“Worried the hormones will make me crazy and change my mind?” she teased. Her breath hitched when he scraped a thumb over her nipple. “Or that I’ll have to waddle down the aisle?”
He grinned and trailed his hands down to her belly. “There is that. But I don’t want to wait any longer. I want the world to know you’re mine.”
“I am yours.” Arching into his wicked hands as they shoved her panties over her hips, she hooke
d an arm around his neck and met his lips in a searing kiss that tasted of ripe, ultimate possession.
His hands slid up her torso and cupped her breasts, molding the swells that now felt slightly heavier and far more sensitive with all those pregnancy hormones she’d joked about. “They ache, Jackson. I need your mouth on me.”
“Soon,” he promised and continued to lightly tweak one nipple while his free hand journeyed lower to cup her damp mound.
She felt his erection rubbing against her ass and lifted one knee up to rest on the marble countertop in front of her. His velvety-hard length speared up between her swollen nether lips and coated them both in the juices that poured from her ready, throbbing cunt.
“You’re pussy is always dripping wet for me, baby,” he crooned and nibbled on the nape of her neck. “Do you know how hard it makes me to know how much you want me to fuck you?’
“Jackson, please…”
“Please, what, baby? You like it when we talk dirty. You like it when I tell you how good this sweet pussy feels, all velvety-soft and moist and hot, surrounding my hard dick.” He slapped her ass, lightly, then rubbed the sting with his strong, wide palm. She did so love his domination—in moderation, of course. “You want me to fuck you, Chloe? You want me to be gentle, or do you want it hard?”
“Hard, God, I want it hard. And fast. And now!”
Just the tip of his cock entered her, and she tried desperately to wiggle back and take more, but he held her hips. Their eyes met in the reflection of the mirror, and concern furrowed his brow. “It won’t hurt the baby?”
She had to laugh. “No, but you’re killing me.” His cock pushed an inch higher, stretching her. More, damn it—she needed more.
“You’ll move up the wedding?”
Bastard. “Yes!” He pulled out before entering her again on a short, swift stroke that went just another inch deeper. And no farther.
“Can we put ‘obey’ back in the vows?”
She’d only been teasing him when she’d mentioned she was toying with the idea of rewording her vows. But it never hurt to make him sweat it a little. “Don’t push it, Sawyer.”
At that, he roared with laughter and sank balls deep before holding her hips and giving it to her exactly as she demanded, hard and fast. She shattered through a climax, and he held her until she floated back to earth. Then he swept her up and carried her to bed, where he made love to her so slowly, so tenderly she wept, telling her with words and showing her with his wicked hands and his beautiful mouth and his impressive cock just exactly how much she and the amazing new life they’d created together meant to him.
When his seed emptied into her womb, bathing that new life in the most glorious warmth, Chloe held on tight and promised to love, to cherish. And to obey…“But only in the bedroom.”
“I can live with that.”
Jackson tucked her into his side, right where she belonged, and held her while they both drifted off to dream of the future—their upcoming marriage, the baby they’d made, and the others they hoped might follow to fill their new home and overflow their already brimming hearts.
THE END
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Born and raised in the Deep South, Raven Fyre now lives in Florida with her wonderfully supportive husband, their three beautiful children, and exactly six fish. When she isn’t fleshing out new stories on her laptop or whipping up something new in the kitchen she can be found devouring the writings of her favorite authors.
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