I blink back tears, the love I have for him spilling down my cheeks.
“I didn’t plan on making you cry, baby,” he says, wrapping me in his arms.
“They are happy tears. You love me despite my flaws. You love me as I am. And you make me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.”
“No one is perfect, Georgie. But you are perfect for me.”
I strip my husband of his clothes, and he unbuttons me from my delicate dress. Naked, together, we climb into bed. My heart flutters with love as he moves on top of me, spreading my knees and making me whimper with desire.
“I love you, Grady,” I whisper as his thickness begins to fill me. I close my eyes. My dreams have all come true. I made plenty of mistakes along the way but they brought me here, to him.
“I love you more,” he says, kissing me tenderly as he draws me close, cradling me in his arms as we make love as husband and wife.
He says I can fly, that he will always catch me. But I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to stay in Grady’s arms forever.
Epilogue 2
Grady
Five Years Later…
We’re in our bed and Georgie spoons against me, her bare ass grinding against my morning wood, and God, my cock is aching for the sweet relief my wife’s pussy.
I run my hand over her pregnant belly, kissing her shoulders as she stirs. She rolls over, her eyes meeting mine. “Someone woke up happy,” she says, running her hand under the waist of my boxers. I groan as she strokes me, and I run my fingers over her entrance.
Her eyes are closed, a smile on her face. “Am I still dreaming?”
“Were you having more sex dreams?” I ask her and she pulls out my cock, licking her lips.
“I was dreaming about sucking you off,” she tells me, biting her bottom lip. “About you making me come.”
She turns around, offering me a perfect view of her ass. I squeeze those round cheeks as she dips her mouth to my cock, licking my shaft, and I feel like the goddamn luckiest man alive.
And soon I will be a father.
My cock is so rigid as she sucks me, and I need more of her. I run my fingers between her legs, feeling her ripe, wet pussy, and I stroke her nice and slowly until she is squirming under my hand.
“You like that, baby?” I ask as she bobs her head up and down, eager to taste my salty seed.
She takes me deeper in her throat, and I know I’m close. My hand stills as my cock erupts, sending that thick come down her throat.
She swallows me seed… she was never one to spit.
My cock may be satisfied, but my mouth isn’t. I need to taste her the way she’s tasted me. I ease my baby onto her back and spread her thighs, dipping my mouth to her creamy cunt and licking her nice and good. My tongue swirls over her clit, and she wraps her legs around my head, lifting her ass as I suck her the way she needs.
She is so juicy, so damn ready, that it doesn’t take long before my girl is crying out in pleasure, my fingers circling her folds as she comes, dripping for me like the very first night we made love.
She was such an innocent virgin that night, but now she is pure woman — a woman who knows her body, what she likes, what she loves… and she loves to get off.
“I need to fuck you, Georgie. I need to fuck you hard.”
She licks her lips, moving to all fours. “I love it when you talk dirty,” she moans as I squeeze her ass cheeks, slipping my hand between her legs as I kneel behind her, ready to sink my cock into her sweet slit.
I fill her up, plunging deep inside her, ready to make her come again. She leans back, and I take hold of her tits. They are so full now that she’s pregnant.
“God, I love your melons,” I growl in her ear, hungry for her tight pussy to take every inch of me.
“Oh, Grady,” she pants as she takes me fully. God, I love my girl. I thrust against her nice and slow, with the force I know she likes, penetrating her so deep she calls out my name in pleasure, coming hard. “Yes, oh, yes, yes.”
I come too, inside her sweetness, loving the way she feels against me, and she falls on her back, spent from the morning quickie.
I run my hand over her belly, so full and round.
“I can’t wait to meet her,” I say, blissed out and so damn in love.
“It’s crazy to think she grew from a tiny seed into this. I bet she’s gonna be ten pounds.”
“Are you nervous?” I ask Georgina, facing her in bed.
She shakes her head. “I’m not nervous. Just excited. Making a life with you was the best decision I ever made. This little girl is going to be the icing on the watermelon cake.”
I lean over and kiss Georgie’s baby bump. “So, what are you up to today?”
Georgie sighs. “I have edits to finish. I need them done before the baby comes.”
I nod, so proud of my wife. She is working on finishing her second novel. She’s nervous about it, considering her debut novel was such a success. Turns out her drama with Karen was perfect material for a suspense novel about a female friendship gone wrong, a pyramid scheme, and a gardener who knew more than he should have.
“I’ll be at the shop, but if you need anything, I can always run home.”
“Hmmm, you know…” Georgie twists her lips.
“I know that look. You need something now.”
“I’m just craving a slice of something sweet and juicy.”
I chuckle. “I know what you want. I’ll be sure to bring home a watermelon.”
“Thanks Grady, you know, you really are one in a—”
I cut her off with a kiss. Screw the melons. This girl is my once in a lifetime.
The Way To A Man’s Heart Book 8
HEY SWEET-TEA
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I’m back home with an NFL career as busted as my knee.
My plans were dashed with one injury, but the moment I see Myra I think she might be my cure.
She’s a Southern girl who knows how to cook and I’ve got a hankering for some comfort food.
This sweet-tea is just what the doctor ordered.
Dear Reader,
Major is guil-tea as charged.
Don’t worry, this alpha isn’t fixin’ to commit a crime…
But he is ready to commit to Myra.
This one’s fast, flirty, and naugh-tea as ever!
xo, frankie
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About the Author
Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
As a thirty-something mom 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:
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