by Abby Knox
She sucked in her breath.
“Does it hurt, princess?”
Her leg tightened around him. “Not at all,” she answered. “It only hurts that you’re not in me yet.”
Matthew effortlessly lifted the mother of his child into the shower, holding her close as the warm water cascaded downward. He lustfully watched her blonde curls fall, clinging to her seductive little neck and shoulders. With his arms holding her up, she straddled him and wiggled her pussy teasingly against his groin.
“Fuck, I missed this. Hold still, baby.”
Matthew pressed his lips to hers as his cock found its way back home.
Home.
In less than another month, the tourists at River Rocks Resort would be leaving again, but Matthew would be staying.
With any luck, he’d get to keep living up to the now-famous nickname given to him by Captain George.
Besides, a stud can’t quit after just one season.
Epilogue
Five years later
“Baby James! Gimme my Barbie back now!” The girl with blonde springy curls was a year younger than James, but she’d picked up on her parents’ nickname for him pretty early.
And she used it to push her brother’s buttons every chance she got.
“I’m not a baby!” James screeched, tearing across the lawn and down the dock.
“Baby James!” the four-year-old Georgia cried, still laughing.
Gretchen and Matthew were trying to relax on their dock swing, a rare occurrence these days.
“Whoa!” shouted Matthew as James ran to the end of the dock and held the doll out over the water.
“Take it back or I’ll drop it!” James shouted at his sister.
Georgia’s little four-year-old feet scampered up the dock, cussing like her namesake and coming in hot.
Gretchen and Matthew stood, watching aghast as Georgia didn’t even slow down. She knocked her brother off his feet and the two children both went flying into the water.
“Shit!” shouted both Gretchen and Matthew, dropping their coffees and diving in after their children.
Gretchen wasn’t all that worried, as both their children had been taught to swim as soon as they were born.
She and Matthew explained this all to them later as they dried off around the campfire.
“Mostly, your mother and I are concerned that the two of you are going to kill each other,” Matthew said, withholding the toasted marshmallow from their tiny hands as they pouted up at him.
“Yes,” Gretchen agreed. “And I’m also concerned about the language, Georgia. Both are bad for business. We can’t survive on your father’s income from the Ojibwa reservation clinic.”
Captain George patted Georgia’s head and lifted her up onto his lap.
“That’s the truth. That’s why your mom and dad have decided to keep the resort open all year ’round, and I’m going to help them in the winter. Ice fishing, snowmobiling, cross-country skiers. The two of you will have to be on your best behavior.”
Gretchen and Matthew shared a look, both of them not surprised that Captain George had spilled the beans.
“And also we have more news,” Gretchen said. “You two are going to have to be extra helpful to George this winter. Because you’re getting an extra-special Christmas present this year.”
The two little ones jumped up and down and screamed, “What is it?! What is it?!”
Matthew slipped behind his wife and slid his arms around her, covering her tummy with his hands. “We’re having another baby!” He buried his face in her curls and planted a loud kiss on her neck.
The children blew raspberries and shouted “eew” at the sight of their parents kissing.
Gretchen rolled her eyes. “All right, you two. Time for bed. Go pick up your toys first though.”
James threw up his hands. “What toys? I don’t even have any toys!”
Matthew pointed toward the driveway entrance to Dusty Lane and said, “Both of your four-wheelers are still stuck in the ditch from your wipeout this morning, go pull ’em out!”
Georgia turned to Captain George. “Poppy,” she said sweetly, “Can you help us?”
George set the little girl down and stood up, looking indignant. But then he turned and made his way toward the ditch, with the two little people who had him wrapped around their little fingers.
Matthew and Gretchen watched the kids and George put their “toys” away and laughed.
“Why did we decide to make another one of those?” Matthew asked. “Most people would consider controlling this crowd to be its own form of birth control.”
Gretchen spun around in Matthew’s arms and started kissing his neck. “I dunno. I thought if they had more siblings they might keep each other out of trouble.”
Matthew laughed. “Only you would think more kids would be less chaos.”
She took Matthew’s hand then, and led him off the dock in the direction of their ever-growing A-frame cabin. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she laughed. “I meant they all would keep each other occupied so you and I could have more alone time.”
That was all it took for Matthew to scoop her up and carry her all the way back home. He nipped her earlobe as she hugged his neck and giggled.
“I don’t have to understand your logic, but I love the way those pregnancy hormones make you think,” he said.
THE END
An excerpt from Abby’s next title!
STAY THE NIGHT
A Halloween edition Small Town Bachelor Romance
by Abby Knox
Misty
A promise to her mother, a full tank of gas, a Glock in the glove compartment, and she was off.
These things were all Misty Pearl needed to guarantee that today was going to be better than yesterday.
She drove without resting from the coast to the very middle of the country.
When she got to where she was going, she put an offer on the creepiest house in town and didn’t answer any of the real estate agent’s nosy questions.
“I just have to have this house.” Misty knew all about the disclosures and she didn’t care.
But to appease the agent, she played nice. She didn’t trust a single soul to help her in this godforsaken town, but in order to get a job, she would at least have to make conversation. So she asked about teaching jobs in the area.
The agent’s heavily-made-up eyes brightened up. “Oh yes! My cousin is president of the PTA. I’ve heard a number of teachers are retiring from the high school, and now’s the perfect time of year to apply for the fall.”
Of course she is,” Misty said, thanking the agent for the information. The important people are all connected in a small town, aren’t they?
Days later, as she signed her way through the quick closing at the Middleburg State Bank, with many men in suits watching her ever move around the conference table, Misty reminded herself to be careful. Some see it as a good thing that folks are looking out for each other’s brothers, sisters and cousins in Middleburg. Others, like her mother, would say all the interconnectedness is a major reason why things went so very wrong 30 years ago…
In moments, the house was hers.
She politely shook everyone’s hands at the bank, but declined the “welcome wagon” bag of goodies and coupons, as well as any offers from anyone in a suit offering to show her around town, or the phone numbers of their brothers’ and uncles’ residential contracting businesses.
If all went well, her time here would be brief. She would not be in Middleburg long enough to require contractors to fix up the wretched place.
She showed herself out and dismissed herself with, “I’ve got everything I need, thank you all.”
Ryan
He never expected a promise to his dying mother would mean inheriting more money than he knew what to do with.
It was no surprise to Ryan Wilson that she wanted him to stay and raise a family in Middleburg. And it was no surprise that she had had a very specific will.<
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Greta Wilson was so thorough and fastidious, she had kept copies of her income tax filings going back to her first job as a hospital candy striper in 1968. And that job was a volunteer position.
She had never held an important job in town. She was not well connected with the moneyed muckity-mucks. Greta was a lifelong administrative assistant who held tight to her money but not her time.
The part that came as a surprise to Ryan was just how much money his mother had stashed away.
She lived simply, in a two-bedroom bungalow built by her husband 40 years ago. She carried a tiny plastic change purse and pulled it out at the grocery checkout on a regular basis, up until her dying day.
But as Greta’s lawyer read the will, Ryan came to realize that the woman he had known as his coupon-clipping, stay-cationer (decades before it was called that) had money because she simply did not spend money.
And it was at this meeting with Greta’s lawyer that he had learned that his promise to stay here and raise a family had resulted in him being the sole heir to millions.
He knew he had broken his mother’s heart when he and Remy had divorced. Although she had doted on her grandson Elliot, she longed for more for her son. She wanted him to find happiness for himself.
So, shortly after burying his beloved mother, Ryan set out to do two things: give back to the community in a way to make her proud, and to find a wife to stay here with him.
About the Author
Abby Knox lives a dual life. Fantasy Abby would love to live on a farm with goats, bees, chickens, donkeys and alpaca, making her own soap, yarn, honey and cheese. Reality Abby has no desire to do actual farm work. So, the ever-pragmatic Reality Abby keeps Fantasy Abby happy by putting her into sweet little works of romantic pastoral fiction with her pretend hobbies. Both Abbies hope you enjoy this brand of sweet, sexy, storytelling. This is Abby’s thirteenth book.
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