An orgasm quakes through me, shattering my mind and body to fragments. Prescott’s muscles tense deliciously as heat and wanting spill from his body. Spent, he collapses in a heap next to me.
He spends the night holding me in his arms.
Chapter 18
Bzzz…Bzzz…Bzzz…
I roll over to slap my alarm clock, but my hand lands on a warm, solid chest instead.
“Ouch!”
I bolt upright in bed and look over. Prescott gapes up at me with groggy eyes. “Sorry,” I say with a wince.
Wait – what?
I’m actually in bed with Prescott? Last night actually happened?
Slivers of memory flash through my mind. Prescott pacing outside my door…Our conversation on the couch...The look in his eyes as we stripped out of our clothes…Our wet, warm bodies grinding into each other…
I stare down at my engagement ring.
Last night actually happened.
“That really hurt,” Prescott says donning a fake pout as he rubs his chest. He reaches behind him to silence the alarm.
“I – I’m sorry. I –”
He grins devilishly as he presses a finger to my mouth. Every nerve ending in my lips comes alive where he’s touching me. “Don’t speak, Annaleigh. Come here. Make it up to me.”
Without warning, he pulls my naked body down on top of his. He kisses me softly, his hands smoothing over my ass and in between the fleshy cheeks. His fingers dance across my opening and I’m already wet for him.
“Mmm…” I moan as one finger slips inside. I work my hips, thrusting against his hand. My palms slide down his chest and slip between us before cupping his hard shaft.
Every part of his body is perfection. It’s even better than I’d imagined it would be. Warm, soft skin covers steely muscles and long, toned limbs.
His rhythm accelerates as he screws his finger inside of me. My flesh pulses around him, inviting him in deeper. He groans against my lips then pulls away, his caramel eyes searching my face. “You’re so fucking beautiful when I touch you like this.”
All I can do is moan in response. When I’m right on the edge, about to fall over, Prescott pulls back. From the way his cock jerks in my hand, I know that he wants to be inside of me.
“Get on your knees, Annaleigh. I’m going to fuck you from behind.” The stern edge in his voice makes me shiver in anticipation. I don’t waste a moment. I kneel on the mattress and I hear him behind me, ripping open a condom packet and sheathing himself.
The head of his cock pushes through my entrance. Although Prescott is taking his time, I still feel the ache of my pussy stretching to accommodate his long, thick shaft. His fingers slide into my hair and he grasps a handful tightly as he moves inside of me. We easily find our pace, rocking against each other like our bodies were made just for this moment. He sinks deep and our desperate sounds fill the air.
Prescott fucks me. He makes love to me. There’s nothing gentle about it, but the emotion behind his every movement is unquestionable. I fight to restrain the scream that’s building in my throat as he stabs harder and faster into me. How can it feel this good?
“Don’t hold back,” he whispers into my ear. “This is right. You and me, together. It’s right.”
It does feel right. I've wanted him for so long but I never thought I had a chance with him. He was so polished, so well put together. And I was just a mess. I didn’t think that he'd see anything in me that was worth loving. I was wrong. All this time, I was afraid of falling for him...I didn't know he was falling for me, too.
Pressure gathers at my core. My breathing becomes more and more labored. My pulse is frantic. Prescott whispers into my ear, letting me know that he’s close, too. He tugs on my hair, pulling my head back so that we’re eye-to-eye. We both come, long and hard, releasing the tension that’s been building between us for such a long time.
I fall to the mattress, trying to recover my senses, and Prescott is right beside me, struggling, too.
Once his breathing regulates, he looks over at the clock on the nightstand. “Too bad we only have a few minutes before we have to go pick up Evangeline from the airport. I really wanna fuck you again right now.”
I look over at him and laugh. “We’ll have lots of time to fuck later.” Then, I laugh some more. “She’s gonna be shocked to find out that we’re together. Getting married.”
He waves his hand dismissively before pulling me close. “She’ll get over it.”
I rest my head on his chest and sigh contentedly. Looks like this grungy princess got Prince Charming after all. The future excites me now that I know Prescott will be a part of it.
I look up at him and smirk. "I think I’m gonna love having you as my man. For real, this time."
He kisses my forehead wrapping his arms tighter around me. "Oh baby, it's been real all along."
Epilogue
One year later…
I slap my plastic tray down on the laminate table and frown at the slop sitting on my plate. They call this shepherd's pie around these parts.
I hate hospital food.
This is what I get for blowing my husband at 6:30 this morning when I should have been packing my lunch. I could be eating a grilled chicken sandwich right now – with bacon – but he looked so damn good when he stepped out of the shower with locks of dark hair curtaining his eyes and rivulets of water meandering down his six-pack. And I'm a glutton after all - if it looks good, I have to taste it.
Okay, Annaleigh – stop 'cause now you’re getting worked up in middle of the cafeteria.
Anyway, the hospital's unappetizing lunchtime specials menu is the only thing I dislike about my job at Reyfield Memorial. And now that my internship is over and my position is secure, my fat pay checks more than make up for the shitty food.
"Annaleigh?" I hear a vaguely familiar voice call out over my shoulder.
I spin around on my seat to find an elegant woman with a pretty face and a platinum blonde bob. "Oh my god! Gemma Marquette!"
I wobble to my feet and we exchange a warm hug. "It's so good to see you!" she says.
"Likewise," I reply. And I mean it. Gemma and her husband will never know the role they played in bringing Prescott and me together. I'll appreciate them forever.
"I hear congratulations are in order," she says gleefully.
I lay a hand on my growing stomach. "Thank you. We're so excited to meet this little bugger."
Anastasia Priscilla Brooks is still 22 weeks away but her daddy and I can barely contain our excitement. I'm not surprised that Gemma knows I'm pregnant. Prescott and I have been spreading the word far and wide.
"So what are you doing here at the hospital?" I question her.
She groans, rolling her eyes. "My husband has taken to playing sports with his sons in his old age. He twisted his arm all out of place pitching a baseball to Reuben this morning."
"Reuben? Reuben Barre?" I ask with a cocked brow.
She nods. "Oh yes. He's engaged to your cousin, Isla. Right?"
"Right," I say slowly. "I can't believe I didn't know he was Mr. Marquette's son. I feel like I've been living under a rock."
Gemma shoos me off. "Oh honey, don't feel bad. You and Prescott are in that honeymoon phase. Barely coming up for air. I completely understand." She winks.
Right then, I feel a hand settle on my shoulder as masculine warmth surrounds me. "You say my name. Now here I am." Prescott kisses my cheek.
"Baby, what are you doing here?" I'm surprised but so damn happy to see him.
He looks at Gemma and smirks. "My favorite client got injured this morning. I'm here to try and figure out who needs to get sued."
We all laugh. "Rest assured, he did this to himself, esquire," Gemma smiles. "How are you, Prescott?"
"Honestly, I've never been better." He shakes her hand. "How are you?"
"I'm wishing I wasn't at the damn hospital with that hard-headed man of mine, " she laughs. Her eyes dart from Prescott to me and back.
"Y'know – I'm really happy for the two of you. From the first night I met you, I knew you had that once-in-a-lifetime love," she grins. "Like me and Harvey."
I grin back as Prescott twines his fingers with mine. "Thanks, Gemma."
She turns toward the lunch line. "Okay, gotta grab some lunch. I’m famished."
"Next time you're in town, we should catch up," I say.
"That would be amazing," she agrees. "I'll hijack Isla’s kitchen and we can make it a dinner party. I've got your Aunt Elaine's duck recipe down to a science!"
I wave to her as she walks away.
I turn to my husband. "Hey handsome. To what do I owe this impromptu visit?" Since he made junior partner at the law firm, he's been working longer hours but he always finds ways to fit me into his days. I love him for that.
His lips twist smugly as he sinks down next to me. "Well, I figured that my sex isn't the only thing my beautiful wife is starving for." He sets a brown paper bag on the table and caresses my baby bump. "I figured you were craving bacon."
"You figured right," I say over the grumbling of my belly as I pull a grilled chicken sandwich - with bacon - out of the bag. This man is a telepath when it comes to figuring out my pregnancy cravings. "Mmm..." I growl, pushing my cafeteria tray aside and taking a huge bite of my sandwich.
He leans close and whispers into my ear. "Moan like that again and I'm gonna have to take you out to my car and have my way with you."
I lick my lips and deliberately moan again.
"Okay, that's it, naughty girl." He stands from his seat. "You're about to get fucked in the parking lot."
I laugh, standing too. "You wouldn't dare." I challenge him.
He takes my hand, kissing me on the lips. "Baby, any excuse to get my hands on your body is good enough."
I press a kiss to his jaw. “I love you, babe.”
“I love you, too,” he says, breathing me in. “The way a man is supposed to love his wife.”
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My roommate found her happily-ever-after in the middle of our lease. Don’t get me wrong – I’m glad that she found her prince and they’re shacking up. I swear I am. But I've got rent to pay.
So when my cousin offers to hook me up with a nerdy Silicon Valley programmer who spends his days writing code and watching Japanese anime cartoons, it seems like the perfect arrangement, especially for a timid, socially-awkward girl like me. But nobody warned me that said geeky programmer would be performing said boring activities while shirtless and dripping his libido-igniting pheromones all over my new sofa.
A girl like me can't handle all that charm and charisma in such a small space. Every time he smiles, it feels like I’m on the verge of a medical emergency and these heart palpitations are really starting to worry me.
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Did I mention that I'm pregnant?
Anyway, I had to get out of the city and I had nowhere else to go. So, I jumped in my car and headed to Reyfield, Illinois. Now I'm working for a grumpy ass cowboy who sets my hormones into overdrive.
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Hello I'm Jakob. What the hell are you looking at?
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